Super Host With Desire System

"Ding! The identity of 'Fortune Teller' has been drawn. Since the host drew a higher-level identity, the punishment for the first task is doubled:"

"If the task is not completed, the host will permanently lose fertility. In addition, the identity of 'Fortune Teller' will be revoked and the host will be stripped of his male symbol!"

The implications hit Yang Tao like a hammer. Losing his masculine symbol? Wasn't that the same as becoming a eunuch?

For a man who had tasted the joys of life and the pleasures of intimacy, was there really any difference between becoming a eunuch and dying on the spot?

No, there was no difference.

Before Yang Tao could even muster a protest, a wave of knowledge flooded into his mind. It felt as invasive as forcing a huge object into an unprepared space - brutal and overwhelming.

Yang Tao moaned in pain. The girl below him, still basking in the afterglow, was startled. Thinking that Yang Tao was having a seizure, she panicked and pushed at him, but he remained unresponsive.

It felt like his head was caught in a vise, crushed to the point where it seemed his brain might leak out. He mentally writhed in agony.

As time passed, the pain gradually subsided and the flood of knowledge integrated into his mind. Yang Tao's eyes grew brighter and brighter until they shone like a beacon in the dark night.

"I didn't expect these identities to have such incredible effects!" Yang Tao muttered, his gaze now fixed on the remaining options on the turntable. His eyes sparkled with new ambition.

At first, he had assumed that these identities were mere disguises or superficial titles. But now he understood the truth: by extracting an identity, he gained all the skills and knowledge associated with it.

And these abilities weren't just on a modern level - they far exceeded the capabilities of the current era.

Take his newfound identity as a "fortune teller," for example. With normal fortune-telling skills, one might be able to infer vague trends about a person's future, such as general happiness or possible challenges. A typical diviner could make educated guesses, often based on luck or intuition, but their accuracy was always questionable.

However, the ability that Yang Tao had acquired was on a completely different level. He could now delve deep into a person's life with precision and uncover details that were astonishingly accurate.

Yang Tao opened his eyes and looked at the girl below him.

Immediately, a tablet appeared in front of him:

Wealth: Medium. You will lose a considerable amount of money within three days.

Luck: Medium to low. Life will be full of ups and downs. You will have no one to rely on in your old age. A bloody catastrophe is imminent.

Life Expectancy: Medium. Over sixty years.

Official Luck: None.

Romantic Luck: Increasing significantly.

Focusing on "Wealth", Yang Tao saw a line of smaller text appear below it: "If you exchange your body for money, you will have an accident at 3:36 tomorrow morning and lose 20,000 yuan..."

Next, Yang Tao focused on "Luck" and more details appeared: "You are easily influenced by emotions. You lack a sense of justice. Love will bring you great harm. You will give birth to a daughter, but she will grow up without you. You will die at the age of sixty-one years, three months and eight days. At 3:36 tomorrow morning, you will be struck on the head with a heavy object..."

As Yang Tao read through the information, he realized that his "Fortune Teller" identity wasn't just about telling fortunes, it was more like profiling a person's life.

He could clearly see a person's future, both near and far.

Moreover, Yang Tao learned that he had the potential to influence certain aspects of the future. For the time being, however, his abilities were limited to observation, without the ability to make changes.

Still, this power was already extraordinary.

It was no wonder that the system categorized the identity of "Fortune Teller" as a high-level status and doubled the punishment for his task.

Frankly speaking, if he couldn't acquire a mansion within three days with this kind of ability, it would be a disgrace to his new identity.

As he pulled back the panel that revealed the girl's life details, Yang Tao immediately felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. It was as if he hadn't slept for an entire day, leaving his mind groggy and his body drained.

"This must be the side effect of using my ability," Yang Tao speculated. He called out to the system for answers, but it remained silent as usual.

"Boss, are you okay? Wake up!" The girl below him now panicked. Yang Tao's moans of pain and his suddenly pale complexion had frightened her. She shook him gently, but he didn't react.