In a world of magic, monsters, mystic creatures, and others, they lived here.
But there were those who couldn’t use magic.
And they were called the useless or the broken.
Across the entire globe, there were mainly 5 races: Elves, Dwarves, Demons, Semi-humans or Beast-humans, and finally, Humans.
And it was from humans that the name "Broken" came.
Only 10% of humans could use magic and mana.
Others used forbidden spells to acquire it.
Others did anything, by any means, to gain such great power.
A gift given by nature.
All the other races saw humans as the inferior race.
In magic, in technology, in everything, they were far behind.
The only thing humans had more of than the others was extreme poverty.
The rich stayed rich.
And the poor stayed poor.
Those without money, without mana, without power, were seen as nothing.
Only good to be used... and thrown away.
In a small village, about 2 km long, the soil was infertile.
The ground was almost as hard as stone.
There were about 130 houses.
The houses were made of wood and mud only.
The villagers’ skin was dry.
You could see their ribs.
At that moment, the sky was cloudy.
And each villager took out a bucket to collect water.
Droplets of rain fell for a few seconds.
Then the clouds disappeared and gave way to the intense light of the sun.
A young man, about 21 years old, went to fetch water.
The village was so far from town.
It took days of walking.
The villagers had tried to emigrate, but there was no way.
The nearby town did not allow other people in.
To fetch water, the river was about 10 kilometers away.
And sometimes, it was dry.
So every day, this young man did the same thing.
He pushed a cart with 100 liters of water every single day.
He was about 1 km from the village when the shoes he had worn for 10 years finally broke.
He was on the ground with his bare feet.
A stone pierced him.
But he didn’t slow down.
As he was about to reach the village, he saw a lady walking toward him.
He greeted her.
His skin was like chocolate.
It had adapted to the extreme sunlight.
When he finally arrived at the village, a few meters away, a little child shouted his name.
"Ken!! He’s back!!"
As soon as everyone heard, they smiled with joy.
But unfortunately for him, he knew people would die.
Because he alone couldn’t supply an entire village.
The other young men had left the village 2 years ago.
The most recent left a week ago.
He pressed his hands together and walked toward the village chief’s house.
The house was more luxurious than the others.
As he entered, he stood before an old woman.
The woman spoke.
"Thank you for your help. You are the only man left in the village who can supply us with water."
Ken nodded and walked out.
The next day, as he went to fetch water, when he arrived at the river, it was completely dry.
He went back with nothing.
But as he reached the village, there was a man there.
The villagers were shouting his name.
Even his mom was dancing.
But that happiness didn’t last long.
The next day, everyone in the village fell sick and weak.
That man had poisoned them all.
Ken was the only one in perfect health.
Ken ran toward his mom’s house.
She was lying on the floor, sick.
And his 6-year-old sister was dying.
He didn’t know anything about medicine.
His throat tightened.
He got angry.
His face twisted.
Blood ran down his teeth.
He ran toward the chief’s house.
On the way, people were dying.
Silver liquid came out of their mouths.
They shook for a few seconds... and died.
The others lasted a little longer.
As he entered the chief’s house, she was on the floor, dying.
She held something firmly in her hands.
A potion.
With the little energy she had, she spoke to him.
"Drink this. It’s the miracle that was given to our people by our ancestors."
She breathed twice.
"To save... everyone."
And she died.
Immediately, he drank the substance.
He heard a strange sound in his mind.
When he finished, he shouted.
"Why is nothing happening... Why?"
He fell to his knees.
And a luminous screen appeared in front of him.
But unfortunately, he couldn’t read or write.
But his intuition told him to run.
He ran from the place.
And ran into bandits.
With that man with yellow hair and a hat.
He was about 39 years old.
The man walked slowly into the chief’s house.
And saw the bottle of potion.
He picked it up and looked.
He opened a card, and it was the same object.
He smiled and whispered.
"So the legend was true."
He threw the bottle on the grandmother’s face.
And he got angry.
"A bastard survived... And took what belongs to me..."
He covered one eye.
And he laughed.
When he stopped, he said.
"I can still extract the substance from him... Like we do with fruit juice."
Other people entered the place.
And he ordered them to kill him.
But unfortunately for them, they caught him in a day.
It was at night.
And Ken had no chance to win against a mana user and 6 other people.
He was beaten... to death.
`[Loading...]`
At that moment, the man known as Ken died.
And in another world, another person with the exact same name also died.
A taxi crashed into him.
His spirit was sent into another dimension.
Another world.
And his spirit floated above the man who was lying dead on the ground.
The next second, the dead body moved.
It absorbed the soul of Ken.
He tried to get out.
He even tried to swim away.
But still, his soul was pulled into the man’s body.
`[Loading... 100%]`
`[You have been chosen: ECCHI KING SYSTEM]`
`[Condition: Survive by Desire. Grow by Lust. Rule by Charisma]`
All these notifications popped up above him.
He didn’t know what was happening.
And a violent headache struck his brain.
And he remembered everything that happened.
Tears ran down his face.
He hit the ground, again and again.
He stood up slowly.
`[Main Quest: Save all the villagers]`
`[All the villagers have been frozen]`
`[Charisma points needed to save them can only be acquired if an opposite gender loves or respects you]`
Meanwhile, the other men walked slowly, disappointed.
The leader ordered them to stay.
They started digging a hole.
And the soil was too hard.
There were 3 of them doing it.
10 minutes later.
He woke up.
And he breathed out slowly.
"I don’t really understand what is happening to me... But am I... in a book of mine?"
Then he whispered.
"Now I understand."
He slowly pressed his hand against his chest.
"Hey. You’re all going down."
He flipped his thumb downward.
At that moment, they were surprised he was still alive.
The torches were on.
And the fire was burning to light up the place.
Ken walked toward them.
He thought he was dreaming, or something similar to that.
And the other man moved toward him.
And threw a punch.
He took the punch on his jaw.
His head moved in the direction of the punch.
But his legs didn’t move.
And he spat blood on the ground.
He touched his jaw.
And it was painful.
"This is not a dream."
He lifted his head up.
The system popped up above his head.
The ECCHI KING.