Reign Of Loner

The history lecture droned on, but the words were just a meaningless buzz in the background. My mind was still back in that dusty, abandoned classroom, replaying the raw emotion on the faces of my new inner circle. We had a long, brutal road ahead of us, but for the first time, I felt like I wasn't walking it alone.

When the final bell rang, signaling the end of Miss Lily's class, a wave of relief washed over the room. Students started packing their bags, the scraping of chairs a frantic symphony of escape. I was about to join them, ready to leave the day behind, when the System decided to remind me who was really in charge.

It was its old habit, dropping a bomb on me when I least expected it. A brilliant, blood-red screen flickered into existence in my vision, its text glowing with malevolent intent.

[Love Mission]: Impossible Proposal

[Objective]: Propose to your teacher, Miss Lily Harrison, right now, in front of the whole class.

[Duration]: 10 minutes

[Penalty for Failure]: Castration

[Reward]: ???

I froze, my hand hovering over my backpack. My blood ran cold.

You have got to be kidding me.

A suicide mission. The System had just handed me a suicide mission. Proposing to a random girl would be insane enough, but this was Miss Lily Harrison. The Demon Queen of Northwood High. The woman whose icy stare could freeze hell over. If she got angry—and she would get angry—she wouldn't just give me detention; she would make it her personal mission to turn the rest of my school life into a living hell.

But then, a strange sense of calm washed over the panic. I'd faced worse. I'd humiliated Charles Patrick, the school's boxing champ. I'd kissed his untouchable girlfriend, Stacy Brooklyn, right over his unconscious body. This was just a proposal. A crazy, life-ruining proposal, but the penalty for failure was infinitely worse.

Arguing with the bastard System was pointless. It would just hit me with its favorite line: 'Emotional input is irrelevant.'

A slow, dangerous grin spread across my face. The System thought it was testing me, but it had forgotten something. It had just given me the perfect tools for the job.

The passive skills [Casanova] and [Napoleon] hummed in the back of my mind. Seduction, I'd heard, was just a form of manipulation—a psychological attack. And right now, I was armed with the spirits of history's greatest seducer and its most brilliant manipulator.

The stage was set. It was time for lights, camera, and action.

While the other students were rushing for the door, I stood up and started walking in the opposite direction—straight towards Miss Lily's desk.

"Miss Harrison," I said, my voice cutting through the noise of the departing students. "May I have a minute of your time?"

She looked up from the papers she was gathering, her turquoise eyes cold and impatient. "Yes, Mr. Wilson? If this is about your punishment, you can apologize as much as you want, but it's not going to be reduced. Now, what is it?"

The remaining students in the classroom stopped, their curiosity piqued. They could sense the tension in the air. My heart was hammering against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear and adrenaline. For a second, I hesitated. My throat felt dry.

This is insane. Just walk away. Take the punishment.

But the image of that red screen, of that one horrifying word—Castration—flashed in my mind.

No. We do this.

I took a deep breath, pushing the nervousness down. A rigid determination settled over me, a fire igniting in my eyes. I looked straight at her, and the world seemed to narrow until she was the only person in it.

The students who were about to leave stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes wide. They knew something was about to happen.

"What are you doing, Mr. Wilson?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her voice as I moved closer.

I didn't answer. Instead, in one smooth, deliberate motion, I dropped to one knee in front of her desk. I gently took her hand. It was soft and cool to the touch. She gasped, trying to pull it back, but I held firm.

The classroom erupted in a series of shocked gasps and frantic whispers. Phones were already being pulled out, cameras aimed in our direction.

I ignored them all. My gaze was locked on Miss Lily's face. My passive skills were working, feeding me a strange, intuitive confidence. The words flowed out of me, smooth and sincere, dripping with a passion that felt both completely fake and utterly real at the same time.

"Miss Lily," I began, my voice low but carrying through the now-silent room. "I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I can't hold back my feelings for you anymore. Whenever I look at you, I get intoxicated by those turquoise eyes. Your golden hair… it makes my heartbeat skip. I'm not just saying I'm addicted to you, but a single glance from you makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine."

I paused, letting the words hang in the air. Her expression was a priceless picture of pure, dumbfounded shock.

"I love you," I said, my voice filled with a raw emotion that even I found convincing. "I love you so much, Lily. Please, accept my heart."

For a full, agonizing second, the only sound in the room was the frantic clicking of phone cameras. Then, the silence shattered. The classroom exploded. Students were shouting, screaming, pointing. It was chaos.

"Did he just propose to the Demon Queen?!" "Oh my God, he's dead. This is his last day on earth." "Someone record this! This is legendary!"

I glanced over at Jack. His jaw was on the floor, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. He looked like he'd just seen a ghost.

I turned my attention back to Miss Lily. Her face was a brilliant, fiery shade of crimson. It wasn't the pale blush of embarrassment; it was the deep, burning red of pure, unadulterated rage. Her lips were parted, but no words came out. She was trembling.

I braced myself for the explosion. For the screaming, the trip to the principal's office, the expulsion.

But it never came.

Her eyes, wide with a mixture of fury and utter disbelief, rolled back into her head. Her body went limp, and she slid from her chair, collapsing onto the floor in a dead faint.

The room went silent again, the shock of this new development even greater than the proposal itself. Even I was in awe. What just happened?

Then the shouting started again. "Something's happened to Miss Lily!"

In an instant, I was on my feet. I scooped her up into my arms—a princess carry—her body surprisingly light.

"Everyone clear a path!" I yelled, my voice ringing with an authority that surprised even me.

I pushed through the stunned crowd of students and headed for the door, carrying our unconscious teacher. Jack came rushing after me, his face pale.

"Bro! How many bombs are you going to drop in one day?!" he hissed, his voice a mix of terror and admiration. "This is too much for my little heart. Are you possessed by some kind of evil spirit? Let me help you."

"We'll have plenty of time to talk about this later," I said, my voice tight with urgency. "Right now, I need to get Miss Lily to the school nurse."

He nodded, his expression turning serious, and helped clear the way through the crowded hallways. When we finally reached the clinic, the nurse looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of me carrying an unconscious teacher.

"What happened?" she asked, rushing over.

"She just fainted in class while she was giving a lecture," I explained, carefully leaving out the most important detail. I wasn't about to tell the nurse what really happened.

She guided me to a bed, and I gently laid Miss Lily down. The nurse started checking her vitals and asked me to leave, but I resisted.

"She'll be fine," the nurse said, her tone firm but kind. "It looks like she just fainted from shock. You can leave her to me."

With one last look at Miss Lily's peaceful, sleeping face, I finally left the clinic. I spent the rest of the afternoon completing my daily mission, the adrenaline from the proposal slowly fading, leaving behind a strange sense of victory.

I returned home alone. Isabel had texted me earlier, saying she was busy with student council work and wouldn't be able to walk back with me. When I walked in, I found Aunt Christine lounging on the couch, watching some daytime drama on the television.

"You're back, Adam," she said, her lilac eyes lighting up. "How was your day?"

"Normal," I lied, collapsing onto the couch beside her. "What about you?"

"Nothing much, just resting. That's all," she replied. She studied my face for a moment. "Hey, Adam… do you have a girlfriend?"

The question caught me off guard. "No, not right now," I admitted. "I had one, but… she betrayed me."

The moment the words left my mouth, her expression softened. A wave of emotion washed over her face, and before I could react, she pulled me into a hug, pressing my face into her soft, ample bosom.

"Oh, my poor soul," she murmured, her voice thick with sympathy. "You must have been so upset. Let this aunt help you forget all about it."

She was trying to console me, but her embrace was… suffocating. And distracting. I was getting some very funny ideas, and I was also struggling to breathe. I tried to gently push myself away, to loosen her grip, but my hand slipped.

Accidentally, my fingers closed around her breast.

It was soft, yet firm. The moment I touched it, a jolt went through me. She gasped, her body tensing against mine. Her face, when I finally managed to pull back enough to see it, was slightly flushed. A soft, breathy sound escaped her lips. A moan.

"I am so sorry, Aunt," I stammered, my own face heating up. "It happened accidentally. I'm sorry."

"It's… it's okay, baby," she said, her voice a little shaky. "But… can you please stop groping my boob? It feels… weird. Aahh!"

I looked down. My hand was still there, instinctively squeezing.

"I am so sorry!" I said again, finally pulling my hand away as if I'd been burned. I apologized again, feeling like a complete idiot.

"It's okay," she said, avoiding my eyes. "I understand. It was an accident."

Aunt's breast is so soft, a traitorous part of my brain thought.

Her face was as red as a rose. She stood up abruptly. "I… I think I'm going to go back to my room for a bit," she mumbled, before practically fleeing the living room. The way she looked all red, I don't but I had speculation, and this blush is like a maiden in love. It might be possible that I am just dreaming but she had a strong blush. I think It was due right moment.

A few moments later, Isabel came home. She saw me on the couch and paused. We just looked at each other for a second.

"Hey, Isabel," I said, breaking the silence. "About tomorrow. What about ten o'clock, near the subway station?"

She just nodded, her expression unreadable. "Fine by me," she said. "Now, I need to prepare for something, so I'm going to my room." And just like that, she was gone.

I was left alone in the living room, the TV still murmuring in the background. I was flipping through the channels when a news report caught my interest.

'…The Brooklyn Conglomerate's traditional war is about to begin,' the reporter was saying. 'According to rumors, for the first time in the company's history, a girl will be allowed to participate in the contest for the chairperson's seat…'

Stacy. The mission to help her just got a lot more real, and a lot tougher.

Feeling overwhelmed, I decided to review my mission panel. My daily mission was complete. The two side missions, [Great Son] and [Quality Time] with Isabel, were still active. The two main missions, [High School King] and [Trustworthy], loomed over me with their [EXECUTION] penalties. And finally, the three active love missions for my aunt, my sister, and my mom.

Just as I was about to close the panel, a new notification popped up with a triumphant chime.

[Congratulations! Love Mission: Impossible Proposal has been completed!] [Due to the extreme difficulty and flawless execution of the mission, the Host will receive a special reward.] [Reward: +40 points to all stats. Superpower: [Omnifex] has been acquired.]

I knew it. I knew a mission that risky had to have an incredible reward. A superpower!

'Come on, System, tell me. What is Omnifex?' I asked, my heart pounding with anticipation.

[Omnifex is a unique ability, a combination of two distinct powers: photographic reflexes and photographic memory. In Latin, 'omni' stands for 'all,' and 'fex' stands for 'to make' or 'to do.' In simple terms: you can perfectly copy any action you see.]

I was stunned. I can copy anything?

[Yes. However, activating Omnifex will consume 40 Mana per use. With your current Mana pool, you can only use it twice per day.]

"Will my self-healing skill recover my Mana?" I asked aloud.

[Negative. The [Self-healing] skill only recovers physical stamina. Mana can only be replenished by acquiring specific skills, consuming potions, or through a full period of rest. For now, sleeping is your only way to restore Mana.]

I was a little disappointed by the limitation, but it was still an incredible power. I immediately opened my status screen to see the full extent of the upgrade.

Status

Name: Adam Wilson

Strength: 120

Agility: 114

Endurance: 110

Mentality: 132

Intelligence: 130

Mana: 90

Potential: Undetectable

Skills: [Normal Close Combat], [Boxing Proficiency], [Weapon Expertise], [Expert Massager], [Experienced Strategist], [Taekwondo Proficiency]

Passive Skills: [Great Leader], [Self-healing], [Napoleon], [Casanova]

Super Power: [Omnifex]

Coins: [Prayer Coin: 0], [Fear Coin: 0]

I stared at the numbers, a deep sense of satisfaction washing over me. Every stat had jumped by forty points. I had a new superpower. The risks I was taking were insane, but the rewards… the rewards were making me into something more than human.

Just as I was admiring my new status, I heard my mom's voice call out from the kitchen.

"Adam, sweetheart? Can you come here for a minute?"