Supreme Degenerate Lust System-Chapter 9: What is this Status?!

[Alexander Noctis][Age: 18][Race: Half human, half succubi][Rank: G- (broken core)][Elemental Affinity: Lightning][Weapon Affinity: Cane][Skills: (????) C rank]

'Hmmm... So this is my stat window, huh?'

Alex squinted at the glowing screen like it was a suspicious email promising him a Nigerian prince's fortune.

He sat cross-legged by the campfire, scratching his chin like a monk pretending to be deep in thought — only with far less wisdom and way more anxiety.

'Hey, system... is this the same for everyone else, or am I just the lucky idiot with a personalized scam package?'

He tapped his temple thoughtfully, hoping the system might feel guilty and throw him a cheat skill out of pity.

'Because I swear I heard those guys talking about ranks and all... so there's gotta be a system for them too, right?'

The more Alex pondered, the more he felt like he'd just been handed the fantasy RPG equivalent of a participation trophy.

If everyone had a system, then what was the point of all this transmigration nonsense?

He didn't need to die in a bizarre accident and wake up in a magical world just to suck at life in two dimensions.

And speaking of sucking...

Look at these stats!

His rank was so low it felt like the system itself was bullying him. G- wasn't just bad — it was like being the kid who finishes last in a one-person race.

His "broken core" sounded like a fancy way of saying his mana was held together with duct tape and positive thinking.

His status screen looked like someone had hacked a cheat menu just to make him the weakest thing in existence.

It was like loading into a game only to realize your character was built from expired spaghetti and bad decisions.

'Rank G-? As in G-minus?'

Like they'd invented a whole new tier just to dunk on him? What's next — Rank Z with a footnote that says "At least you tried"?

"What the hell is this crap?!"

He barked at the heavens like a man personally victimized by fate itself.

And his weapon affinity... a cane.

A. Freaking. CANE.

Not a sword — the king of badassery, the Excalibur of epic battles.

Not a spear — versatile, deadly, and perfect for heroic poses in the sunset.

Not even a bow and arrow — sure, he couldn't hit a barn door from five feet away, but at least he could cosplay as a mystical sniper or something.

Nope. He was stuck with a damn cane. A glorified walking stick.

"What am I supposed to do?!"

Alex ranted, grabbing a rock and chucking it at the fire like it owed him money.

"If an enemy shows up behind me with a real sword, what's my strategy? Start limping like an old man and hope they spare me out of pity?!"

He clenched his hair in both fists and rocked back and forth like a man whose dreams had just been punted off a cliff.

He'd died. He'd transmigrated. He'd been given a second chance to live out his ultimate fantasy life — and this was what he got?

The one shot he had at leveling up from loser to legend, and fate had handed him the combat power of a retired librarian with bad knees.

He wasn't just screwed. He was royally screwed. Screwed so hard they'd need a blacksmith to unfasten him.

'My chances with the ladies?'

Alex muttered, staring blankly at his pathetic stat screen.

'With these stats, they'd snap me in half like a breadstick at a carb-free convention!'

Fueled by frustration, he started plucking blades of grass like he was harvesting crops for a tiny, furious cow and chucked them into the fire.

Each flick of his wrist was accompanied by a fresh curse to the cosmic troll responsible for his misfortune.

He had fantasized about living like a king in this new world — lounging in luxury, surrounded by adoring maidens, his muscles glistening in the sun like a freshly buttered steak.

But no!

His so-called "divine cheat" — the magical system that was supposed to turn him into the chosen one — had instead handed him stats that screamed "Professional Background Character."

But then... a tiny glimmer of hope.

Elemental Affinity: Lightning.

A mysterious C-rank skill shrouded in question marks.

And Half-Succubi as a race.

"Fuuuuck!"

Alex barked, suddenly punching the air like he'd just won the lottery.

"At least I got the coolest element in the whole geek multiverse!"

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Lightning. The ultimate badassery. He didn't care if he was stuck at Rank G-minus, lightning was goated AF.

He could already see it — bolts crackling from his fingertips, thunder roaring behind him as he stood heroically on a cliff.

The classic "hair blowing in the wind" pose while his enemies stared at him like they'd just pissed themselves.

"Yeah... yeah! Fuck yeah!"

He snickered to himself, starting off low and shaky, but soon escalating into a full-blown, unhinged anime villain laugh.

He didn't care how weak he was right now — with lightning on his side, he was practically one training montage away from becoming Zeus with abs.

In the middle of Alex's one-man celebration — complete with fist-pumping, awkward hip-thrusts, and the kind of grin that gets you kicked out of public parks — the system chimed in.

[No, others don't have systems. They only have stat screens.]

'Stat screens?'

Alex rubbed his chin like a detective piecing together clues with half a donut hanging from his mouth.

'Like... just a boring spreadsheet of numbers and no extra perks?'

[Correct. They can view their ranks and skills, but they won't get quests or special bonuses like you.]

Alex's grin stretched wider than a cat discovering an unattended plate of fish.

'Ha... so I am special... hehehe...'

He rubbed his hands together, channeling the almighty energy of Johnny Sins preparing to deliver "world-class plumbing service."

His eyes gleamed with the wicked glow of a man who just realized the cheat codes were baked into his reality.

As long as he kept grinding those system quests, he'd be leveling up faster than a caffeine-addicted gamer on an all-night binge.

'By the way, system... what's the deal with this half-succubi thing? And these question marks?'

[Basically, host, your mother was a succubus, and your father was... well... just a plain ol' human dude. So now you've inherited traits from both.]

[Rank up, and your succubi lineage will unlock special skills that'll significantly boost your conquering game.]

'Conquering game?'

Alex arched an eyebrow.

'You mean... like fighting?'

[...Sure. Fighting.]

The system's pause was so pregnant it was practically in its third trimester.

[As for the question marks, that's your welcome gift from the God of Lust. Unlocking it will make your questing life significantly easier.]

'A welcome gift from the God of Lust?'

Alex muttered, now suspicious.

'Please don't tell me this skill is something like "Panty Raid Prodigy" or "Jiggle Physics Enhancer."'

[Just focus on the question marks, and it will unlock automatically.]

Alex gulped. He wasn't sure whether to be excited or terrified.

Whatever it was... the God of Lust didn't exactly sound like a deity that handed out modest, respectable skills like "Enhanced Swordsmanship."

'You can't just unlock it for me, huh? Always gotta make me jump through hoops like a circus poodle. Tsk tsk.'

Alex clicked his tongue, crossed his arms, and shook his head like a disappointed dad finding out his kid spent $300 on Fortnite skins.

But still, he did what the system told him. He narrowed his eyes and focused on those glowing question marks like he was trying to read the fine print on a sketchy gym contract.

His face scrunched tighter than a man forcing out a ten-inch turd that refused to surrender without a fight.

The veins on his forehead bulged. His nostrils flared. His whole body trembled like he was about to launch a Hadouken straight into the fire.