Fit_Fam

Alex was a 28-year-old overweight man who did nothing but sit around and play online with underage kids. One day, while coming back from the store, he tripped on his shoes, fell into the sewers, and died.

A mysterious being laughed at Alex. Sensing his regret over his life, the being granted him the Urban Overlord system, hoping that he could get some girls and rule the world.

He was reborn as Luificar Traman, an 18-year-old orphan whose parents died while they were having fun in bed. Unfortunately, he found himself in the radius of gifted powers (gifted people—read on to find out).

He survived but lost everything except a shabby apartment, a laptop, and some money, which he could live on for a while. Luckily for him, he received the system.

With this system, will he become a hope for humanity or a devil? Let’s see.

(First Time Novel)(English is trash so i used ai to fix my writing)

(Warning)(MC will be a playboy and will become sadistic very much and he will kill people just because he likes it but he will be good to his main wifes at the very least. Btw do not expect him to be saint also he will not be a overpowered but he will be smart and overpowered in term of knowledge)

System: Urban Overlord

The black card, cold and heavy in his hand, shimmered for a moment, the glitched skull face flickering like a dying ember. Then, in a seamless transformation, it reshaped itself into a sleek, black LED watch. The band, smooth and cool against the skin, fastened with a satisfying click. He glanced at Lena, still kneeling on the floor, her face averted. He tossed the watch to her. "Put it on."

Hesitantly, she picked it up, her fingers brushing against his as she fumbled with the clasp. The watch face, dark and unreadable at first, sprang to life as it made contact with her skin, displaying a series of glowing characters. He watched as her stats flickered across the small screen:

<strong>Lena</strong> Level: 0 HP: 20/20 SP: 5/5 MP: 5/5 STR: 3 AGI: 2 RES: 3 INT: 4 WIS: 10

A stark contrast to his own, he noted with a flicker of satisfaction. He tapped the screen, navigating through the interface. It was intuitive, almost eerily so. He discovered a chat function, allowing communication between wearers. He could send messages, images, even videos. A new level of control.

But even more intriguing was the mission system. He could assign tasks to his… "subordinates," the term the system used, those who wore the watch. Completing these missions would earn Contribution Points, or CP, which could then be spent in a Contribution Shop. He accessed the shop, a virtual storefront appearing on the watch's screen. The items available were… interesting:

<p>Enhanced Agility Serum (500 CP): A fast-acting serum that temporarily boosts agility and reflexes for 1 hour. Reduces stamina consumption by 20%. Cloaking Device (1000 CP): A small device that creates a temporary cloaking field, making the wearer nearly invisible for up to 5 minutes. Consumable, single use. Memory Enhancer (750 CP): A neural implant that improves memory retention and recall for a limited time (24 hours). Helps with learning and information processing. Regeneration Patch (250 CP): A dermal patch that accelerates healing of minor wounds and bruises. Reduces recovery time by 50%.</p>

He considered the possibilities, his mind racing. The potential for exploiting this system was immense.

Then, he remembered his level up. Five new attribute points, and one skill point, burning a hole in his pocket. He could feel the pull of a balanced build, the logical appeal of distributing the points evenly. But logic was for fools. He craved speed, lethal efficiency. He envisioned himself as a blur, a phantom, striking from the shadows before his enemies even knew he was there.

He accessed his status screen on the watch and, ignoring the nagging voice of reason, poured all five attribute points into Agility. He felt a subtle shift, a quickening in his pulse, a heightened sense of awareness. It wasn't just physical; it was mental too. His thoughts seemed to sharpen, his reactions quicker.

His gaze returned to Lena. He had established his dominance, asserted his control. The level up, the new abilities, the watch… it all fueled a growing sense of power. He felt emboldened, almost invincible.

"Strip," he commanded, his voice curt, brooking no argument. He watched her, his eyes cold and assessing, as she hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly as she clutched the towel tighter around her. The fear in her eyes was palpable, a testament to his control. He didn't need her consent. He only needed her obedience. The watch, the system, the level up… they had all conspired to solidify his position, to elevate him above her. He was no longer just a man. He was something… more. And she, whether she liked it or not, was now his.

Chapter 4: Mission Complete