Chapter 1: The Last Climax

Chapter 1: The Last Climax

The dimly lit hotel room was filled with the scent of perfume and sweat, a cocktail of indulgence that clung to the air. Silky sheets rustled beneath two entangled bodies, lost in the throes of passion.

Ethan Blackwood, a 25-year-old corporate worker, grinned lazily as he moved in rhythm with the woman beneath him. His body was slick with sweat, his breathing erratic, but his mind was surprisingly clear—just enough to appreciate the pleasure of the moment.

Damn… this is amazing.

The woman beneath him moaned, arching her back as her fingers dug into his shoulders. Ethan wasn't some legendary playboy, nor was he a romantic. He was just a guy who enjoyed life to the fullest. He worked a boring 9-to-5 job, spent his weekends at the club, and had one simple passion: reading cultivation Webnovels.

From the moment he stumbled upon them, he had been hooked. The idea of martial arts, supernatural powers, and immortality fascinated him. He would spend hours reading about overpowered protagonists, arrogant young masters, and sect politics. But that was all it was—a fantasy. A fun escape from reality.

And now, as he reached the peak of pleasure, he thought, If I had a second life, maybe I'd want to be like those MCs… powerful, feared, and surrounded by beautiful women.

Then, suddenly—PAIN.

A sharp, searing pain exploded in his chest, spreading like wildfire through his veins. His vision blurred, his breath hitched, and for a brief moment, it felt like his heart was clenching into a tight fist.

What… the fuck?

His arms weakened, his body collapsing onto the woman beneath him. His limbs turned numb. The pleasure from moments ago was gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of dread.

He barely registered the woman's panicked voice.

"Ethan?! Hey! Ethan!"

Her words sounded distant, muffled, as if he were submerged underwater. His body refused to move, his consciousness slipping away.

Am I… dying?

That was his last thought before darkness swallowed him whole.