[Liam's POV]
It's been just one day…
One single day since that thing happened.
And yet, my world already feels like it's split into before and after.
At first, I didn't believe it.
How could I?
A blue floating screen, hovering in the air like a hologram from some sci-fi movie — it looked ridiculous.
But it's still there. Right now.
No matter how many times I blink…
No matter how many times I rub my eyes…
It stays.
This is real.
I tested the powers.
Just a little.
Nothing too big — didn't want to draw attention.
But when I turned invisible and saw my reflection vanish from the mirror like I never existed…
I knew.
I wasn't the same Liam Maxturn anymore.
I opened my profile again — something about that digital glow made it feel like a secret only I was meant to see.
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[User Profile]
Name: Liam Maxturn
Age: 19
Height: 6'1
Balance: $2000
Abilities:
1) Invisibility – Level 1
Become invisible for 30 minutes. Cooldown: 15 minutes.
2) Slave Bond – Level 1 Maximum slave (3)
User can form a bond to control others. Obedience depends on slave's Will meter.
At 100 Will, they will follow even lethal orders.
Bond Methods:
Touch: 30% effectiveness
Handshake: 70% effectiveness
Kiss: 100% effectiveness
Note: If all three methods are completed within 10 days, the slave bond becomes twice as strong.
3) Healing and Regeneration – Level 1
Can heal small injuries within 5 minutes.
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I smirked.
Just like I planned.
Just like Renji Saito — the character from that adult manga who used his powers to build an empire from nothing.
He had a system like this.
A skill shop. A profile. An entire universe under his fingertips.
And now… so do I.
I turned away from the screen, breathing in deeply.
My room felt small — like my ambitions were outgrowing the walls.
It's funny.
Most people dream of becoming rich, powerful, respected.
I don't just dream it.
I've decided.
I will become the president of this country.
And once I've done that, I'll take the next one.
Then the next.
World domination? Sounds crazy.
But with my powers — it's only a matter of time.
Still… even the strongest empires start with a single brick.
So where do I start?
A city has a mayor.
A mayor has influence.
If I can control him… I can control everything below him.
But before that, I need someone easier.
Someone inside the system.
Someone I see every day.
And then… a face came to mind.
Melissa Pork.
My philosophy teacher.
Thirty-six years old, but you'd never guess it.
Long black hair, skin soft like she still lived in her twenties, curves that made half the class stare in silence.
She was smart. Strict.
But if I could make her my slave…
I could use her to get to the principal.
Then the board.
Then the mayor.
A perfect chain.
But that ability… "Slave Bond"... it wasn't simple.
I had to play it smart.
Just touching her would only give me 30% effectiveness.
A handshake would push it to 70%.
But the real deal? The 100% bond?
A kiss.
No way she'd kiss me willingly. But then…
My eyes shot back to the screen. One line glowed brighter than the rest:
"Kiss: 100% effective and probability. Can be direct or indirect."
Indirect.
A smile slowly stretched across my face.
An indirect kiss.
Her water bottle. Her coffee cup. Anything.
If I could drink from something she used…
And if I touched her.
Then shook her hand.
And kissed her indirectly… all within 10 days…
She would become mine.
But how do I make all of that happen?
She's a teacher. I'm just a student. I need a reason to get close.
Then it hit me.
She only handshakes the top 3 students during the second semester exam results.
If I studied hard — just for this subject — and got in the top 3…
She would handshake me in front of the whole class.
One method down.
After that, I could plan the rest — maybe ask her for water, act humble, innocent…
Yes.
Yes, it could work.
My plan was coming together.
For the first time in my life…
Power was in my hands.
And I had 50 years to shape the world into my vision.
Liam's POV]
The final evening of summer break always feels like the end of a dream.
But this time…
It wasn't just a dream ending.
It was a life ending — and a new one beginning.
When I walked through the door last night, back into my old home with its familiar creaky floorboards and the scent of cinnamon tea floating from the kitchen…
My parents stared at me like I was a stranger who had stolen their son's body.
My mother dropped the ladle from her hand.
My father blinked twice, then squinted like his eyes were lying.
"W-Wait… Liam?"
"Nah, you're kidding. You're not Liam… haha, who are you really?!"
I tried to laugh along with them.
But inside, I was spiraling.
What could I say?
Yes, it was still my face. My voice. My eyes.
But the body? It wasn't the same at all.
All the baby fat that used to hang around my face, my belly, my thighs — gone.
My shoulders were broad now.
My arms had veins like ropes under skin.
And somehow, without even noticing, I had grown taller.
From 5'9 to 6'1 in a single month.
I stood in front of them like a hero stepping out of a time machine.
A version of me they had never met.
And I… didn't know what to say.
So I played dumb.
I scratched my head, acted confused, gave a sheepish smile like I was just as surprised as they were.
"I… I don't know. Maybe it's just gym and water?"
They didn't believe me. But they let it go.
Parents do that sometimes. They sense something is off but they couldn't do anything about it beside I didn't had any explanation for what happened so in the end they just sighed and brushed it off
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But tomorrow?
Tomorrow, I would be facing the wolves.
Classmates.
Teenagers are not kind.
They don't let anything slide.
They will analyze your shoes, your voice, your acne, your haircut — and tear you apart for fun.
But this time…
This time, I wanted them to look at me.
Let them talk. Let them whisper.
Let them stare.
Because this version of Liam?
I wanted the world to see.
I wasn't hiding anymore.
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My thoughts wandered ahead.
Three days.
That's all I had.
Three days until the second semester exams.
Then five days until the results.
The results were fast — computer-based. Automated.
Which meant...
In just 8 days, I could trigger Phase One of my plan.
But only if I acted fast.
Only if I nailed the exam.
Only if I got that handshake from Melissa Pork.
And most importantly…
Only if I succeeded in the most subtle and powerful method of all:
The indirect kiss.
It had to be within these ten days.
I had to touch her — maybe by pretending to be confused and asking a question.
I needed to be close enough to her desk.
Then maybe, just maybe, if I could time it right — catch her stepping away, leave her bottle or cup behind…
Everything had to be perfect.
That meant I had to start preparing now.
But not in the normal way.
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See, my system — this gift, this power — it wasn't just a list of skills.
It was limitless.
It was built like Renji Saito's.
And his system had access to all information — everything on the internet.
Every philosophy lecture. Every answer key. Every possible question from every exam held in the last twenty years.
And it was all mine.
Invisible to the world.
Hidden in plain sight, floating in front of me like a glowing second brain.
But even then…
I didn't want to just cheat.
I wanted to learn. To build a base.
So I could hold conversations that sounded like I belonged among scholars.
If I was going to rule the world — I couldn't be just another power-hungry fool.
I had to sound wise.
I had to sound convincing.
I opened my philosophy textbook.
The old Liam would've yawned.
But now?
I stared at the words like they were spells — each paragraph another incantation to unlock the world.
"Man is condemned to be free."
Sartre.
The quote hit differently now.
I wasn't condemned.
I was chosen.
As I turned the pages, my system recorded everything my eyes scanned.
Every line I read, it saved.
Every diagram, it indexed.
It was like having a perfect memory.
Photographic. Eternal. Unstoppable.
I didn't just read.
I absorbed.
The lines began to blur with power.
Every idea about morality, freedom, ethics, and control — it all started aligning with my own ambition.
And as the night passed, I realized something beautiful:
I wasn't studying to pass an exam.
I was studying to pass a threshold.
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The door to domination was creaking open.
And on the other side was the beginning of an empire.
All I had to do…
Was reach for the handle.