Interdimensional Pornstar System

Today marked the fifth month since Kyle had been laid off from work. Despite applying everywhere he could think of, he still hadn’t managed to land another job. His remaining savings had long since been drained by everyday expenses, and now he had nothing left.

”AHH, FUCK!”

Kyle groaned as his hand reached for the toilet paper roll, only to discover it was empty.

”How the fuck did I end up becoming this broke?”

He buried his face in his palm, unable to understand how his savings had disappeared so quickly. Just a few months ago, he had enough to live comfortably while searching for another job. Now, he couldn’t even afford something as basic as toilet paper.

Smoke...

He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag, letting the nicotine calm his fraying nerves.

”It’s because of that fat fucking baldy. I refused to lick his ass like everyone else... that’s why I was the only one laid off. Fuck!”

Kyle blamed everything on his former boss. They had clashed over something that required him to bow his head, flatter the man, and blindly follow orders. Unlike the others, Kyle had refused.

”I should’ve just licked his ass back then. At least I’d have enough money to buy some damn toilet paper instead of sitting here letting shit crust on my asshole.”

He slouched against the toilet seat with a defeated sigh.

To say he was frustrated would be an understatement. He had no money left for groceries, and from now on, rent, utilities, and every other bill would start piling up. Without an income, he’d be out on the streets within three or four months at most. The constant pressure had been eating away at him every single day, and it was the reason he’d started smoking far more than he ever had before.

Cough... Cough...

”Being broke is the fucking worst. But at least I got to see the true colors of my bitch of an ex. That bitch left me the moment I got laid off. I was seriously planning to marry her at one point... good thing I found out what kind of person she really was.”

Money had disappeared from his life, but it had at least stripped away everyone else’s masks.

He’d learned just how people treated you when you no longer matched their status. As long as you had money, influence, or something to offer, they smiled and acted like friends. The moment you lost everything, you became invisible.

Hell, they probably wouldn’t even notice if your corpse was rotting on the sidewalk.

”Oh God... please just make me rich.”

It was a desperate prayer spoken while sitting on a toilet, but desperation didn’t care about dignity anymore.

Kyle genuinely couldn’t see a way out.

Every company he’d applied to had rejected him.

Every side hustle he’d tried had failed.

He’d poured what little money he had left into trying to make something work, only to watch it all disappear for nothing.

There was nothing left. He had tried everything he knew and poured everything he could. He was know empty minded and empty handed.

”God... please make me rich, give me some baddies, and I’ll do anything for you.”

He muttered the prayer once more, believing it was the only solution left.

Surprisingly...

God happened to be free.

And He answered instantly because he got his reply faster than blinkit delivery.

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[Following Requirements Have Been Met:]

1. Extremely Broke

2. Bitchless

3. Chosen One

4. Desperate

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[Congratulations, Kyle! You Have Unlocked the Interdimensional Pornstar System!]

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[Main Mission Assigned]

Description: Become the greatest pornstar across every reality.

Reward: Unlimited power, pleasure, and a growing harem of women from countless dimensions.

Failure: Permanent erasure from every reality.

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A blinding blue screen exploded before his eyes, flooding his vision with countless translucent windows as deafening notification sounds echoed through his ears.

”What the fuck is happening?!”

Everything happened so fast that his brain couldn’t keep up.

For a split second, he genuinely thought he’d somehow been dropped into a war zone. The nonstop barrage of notification sounds blasted his ears, while the overwhelming brightness of the floating screens felt like someone had thrown a flashbang directly into his face.

He immediately covered his eyes and squeezed them shut.

”What the actual fuck?!”

His heart pounded violently in his chest.

Several long moments passed before the sounds finally stopped.

The intense light gradually faded, allowing him to cautiously lower his hands and open his eyes again.

The glowing windows were still floating in front of him.

Kyle stared blankly.

He rubbed his eyes once.

Then twice.

The screens remained exactly where they were.

He slowly began reading the text displayed before him, but the more he read, the more unreal everything felt.

”Are you shitting me?”

His mouth hung open.

”Is... is this real?”

”I unlocked... a Pornstar System?”

His eyes widened further as the words finally registered in his mind.

An...

Interdimensional Pornstar System.

Just like the ridiculous systems that only existed in smut novels, web novels, and comics.

”Ain’t no fucking way. There is simply just no fucking way this is true.”

He stared at the screen in complete disbelief. He even rubbed his eyes believing if he did that than the screen would just disappear.

”Goddamn... I didn’t know they started mixing weed into cigarettes, because there’s no way I’m hallucinating this shit in real life.”

He looked around the tiny bathroom as if someone would jump out and tell him it was all an elaborate prank.

”This only happens in novels and comics. There’s no way I’m actually getting a system.”

He pointed at himself.

”Me?”

”There are way better people out there. Smarter people. Stronger people. Why the hell would I be chosen first instead of them?”

[SHUT THE FUCK UP AND ACCEPT YOUR REALITY THAT YOU HAVE UNLOCKED A SYSTEM.]

A robotic voice suddenly exploded inside his head.

”What the FUCK?!”

Kyle nearly jumped off the toilet.

”Who the hell’s speaking?!”

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