Reincarnated With The Degenerate System

Wait—what?

For a second I honestly wondered if my brain had short‑circuited from overcultivating, because there's no way I just heard that correctly. Either my mind was turning more degenerate… or I was officially losing it.

I blinked, trying to reset reality. 'Focus. Don't imagine things.'

Once again, I looked her straight in the eyes just to make sure my brain wasn't playing tricks on me. She looked like she wanted to melt into the ground, embarrassed by her own words.

So I wasn't imagining it.

And it had come out of her—the cute, innocent one who usually acted like holding my sleeve was already pushing the boundaries of propriety.

I exhaled slowly, trying not to let my thoughts wander to dangerous territories.

"I'll be happy if you do that."

Her head snapped back to me, and I could see the faintest flicker of relief in her eyes. But she quickly masked it with another shy smile.

"R-Really? You'd want me to?" Her words were softer now, a little more hesitant, as though she was testing to see if I was just saying it to avoid making things awkward.

I nodded, fighting off the chuckle that almost escaped. She was too adorable for her own good. The longer I waited for her to ripen, the more valuable she became.

Getting girls fast had its perks, but there was something charming about slow burn—like grapes turning into wine.

"Yeah, sure, a little help never hurt. I'm actually looking forward to it." I flashed her a grin, one that was probably a little too happy.

"I..." Her cheeks were practically on fire now, but she didn't look away this time. Instead, she bit her lip, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips as she nodded.

"I'll do my best," she gave me an overly deep bow before dashing off.

'And there she goes...'

She was definitely trying her best to play it cool. But there was no way she didn't know that what she just offered was borderline inappropriate

Or maybe, since she was from the Eastern continent, this was just a normal gesture? Like one of those anime moments where everything is just a little too suggestive for fan service?

I shook my head and turned back toward the heart of the camp, pretending like I wasn't still getting caught up in this whole... thing with her

Once I gave Adam the green light to start on both a public bathhouse and a private one for me, I was ready to get back to climb the upper floor. But just as I was about to head off, the sharp, urgent ring of the bell from the watchtower cut through the air.

Without wasting a second, I leapt into action, my Qi propelling me toward the tower.

As I landed lightly beside the guard, I noticed another figure standing a few feet away—one of the scouts, his face pale.

"Sir, I just received word," the guard said, his voice thick with frustration. "We have a new group who found the boss room... and they took our loot."

Turning to the scout, I asked, "What happened to your team?"

"My group was attacked. I only managed to escape because of my stealth skill, and I was pretty far when it happened. There were 40 of them, all fully geared, and they looked strong."

I raised an eyebrow. Something wasn't adding up. Who in their right mind would attack without asking questions first?

One word from the scout team about me would've been more than enough to deter that new group. The remains of the boss alone should've been proof enough of my strength.

"Where are they now?"

"They're still in the boss room, salvaging the remains," the scout replied.

"I'll handle this alone. Don't tell anyone,"

I didn't wait for a reply. I kicked off the platform and bolted into the forest, the trees smearing into green streaks around me.

It took me no time to reach the cliff. I slipped into the tunnel, my footsteps muffled by the shadows clinging to me.

Up ahead, the new group—around forty of them—were digging through the boss remains like they owned the place.

And in the corner, my scouts were tied up and beaten, bruised faces lit by the glow of torches.

My hands curled into fists, but it wasn't out of concern for them—it was the principle. It was like someone had spit on my toys, desecrating something that was mine.

I would looked like a complete pushover if I let this slide.

And the best part?

There was no Hai‑Min here to grab my sleeve and pull me back from going full war‑crime mode. No soft voice calling me "Big Brother," no wide eyes begging me not to stain my hands too much.

Just me… and the idiots who thought they could rob me.

BOOM!

The ground cracked under me as I landed hard, the shockwave blasting four of their seekers off their feet. They flew back and slid across the floor, weapons scattering everywhere.

When the dust cleared enough for them to see, I was already moving. My shadow rose behind me, stretching and twisting like black flames.

"Who the hell gave you the audacity to touch my property?"

My voice slammed through the chamber, bouncing off the stone walls as my aura exploded outward.

The enemies froze. Then panic kicked in. Weapons came up. Stances shifted. They scrambled into formation.

The scout wasn't lying. Their armor and weapons looked forged by someone who actually cared about quality.

But one of them caught my eye the most.

A man in a long black coat stepped forward—not rushed, not scared, moving like he had all the time in the world.

His eyes were closed, yet the tilt of his head told me he could see me perfectly.

"Are you the one who killed this boss?" he inquired.

"Who else could it be but me?" I sneered, letting my words drip with disdain.

My presence pressed down on them harder, suffocating, crushing.

But then his aura detonated in retaliation.

Wind roared past my ears, snapping my shadow back for a split second. He had the same power as May, but way stronger—like the difference between a light drizzle and a full-blown storm.

He lifted his hand slowly, and a fan materialized between his finger. It opened with a soft rustle, and as it did, the air around him seemed to shift, like the very space was bending to his will.

"It's impressive you managed to kill the boss," he mused. "But I could do the same if I wanted to."

The wind thickened around him, whipping his coat and rattling the chamber hard enough to shake dust from the ceiling.

"If you want to walk out of here alive." He let the words hang for a beat. "Hand over everything you took from the boss."

So that was the game, huh. A Rank‑S bully who thought he could stroll in, puff his chest out, and rob me like I was some clueless newbie?

I raised my hand, and my spear snapped into existence, vibrating and hungry for blood.

"Good," I murmured, my voice turning colder by the second. "You just made this personal. Now I get to enjoy killing you slowly."