transmigrated as the cucked one
Waking up, I stare at the unfamiliar ceiling, my mind foggy, my body heavy.
What the hell…? Why am I so tired?
I shift slightly, feeling the soft sheets beneath me—definitely not mine. Panic creeps in as I sit up, scanning the room. Elegant yet minimalistic. The furniture is polished, the air smells faintly of lavender, and the morning light filters through the sheer curtains. This isn't my room.
A sinking feeling settles in my gut. Heart pounding, I throw off the covers and stumble towards the nearest door. My hands tremble as I push it open, revealing a sleek bathroom. I rush to the sink, gripping the edges like a lifeline.
I take a deep breath and lift my gaze to the mirror.
Staring back at me is a stranger.
Jet-black hair, slightly tousled. Piercing blue eyes, so sharp they almost glow. Smooth, flawless skin. A face that could make idols jealous—young, refined, ridiculously handsome. My breath catches.
No. No way.
Desperation takes over. My hand moves before I can think—SMACK.
A sharp sting blooms across my cheek. The pain is real. Too real.
"…Shit."
This isn't a dream.
After what felt like an eternity of contemplation, I come to a chilling realization—this isn't just a dream or some fleeting hallucination. No, I've been thrown into the world of a game I once played. A cruel, merciless world where I now wear the name Lukas Villamor—the protagonist in title only.
Or more accurately, the most cucked MC in existence.
The memories of my past life remain sharp, etched into my mind like an unshakable curse. I remember everything—the mundane, the regrets, and of course, the fatal embrace of Truck-kun that sent me tumbling into this nightmare.
I heave a deep sigh, rubbing my temples. "Of all people... why him?"
Lukas' fate flashes before me like a bad movie—betrayed, ridiculed, discarded like a joke in his own story. His so-called "hero's journey" was nothing more than a tragic comedy where he played the fool.
A sinking feeling settles in my gut. No, no, no. I refuse to be played like that.
But before the panic sets in, there's something I need to check. Something important.
Slowly, cautiously, I pull at the waistband of my boxers and take a peek.
Silence.
Then, relief.
"…Okay. At least I'm not lacking."
I exhale, shoulders loosening slightly. But the moment of peace is short-lived, because the question still remains—how the hell did this guy get cucked?!
No. Unacceptable. If fate wants to drag me into this world, then it better be ready—because this time, I'm the one rewriting the script.
.....
Now I think about it where's my cheat ability they should be giving it right now...
Any minute now....
Maybe saying something like hmmm what do they usually call it?.....
Status window?... Ventana de estado?... Statusfenster!...
System?.....
[System]: Enhancement in progress… Processing… Complete!
A flicker of light flashes before me, followed by a sudden notification. My breath catches as the words materialize.
[System detected… Host acknowledged…]
Initializing core functions…
1%... 3%... 10%... 30%... 45%... 55%... 69%... 80%... 99%… 100%!
A surge of energy washes over me as the system fully activates. My heart pounds. This is it—the turning point, the first step toward something far greater than I ever imagined.
[System]: Yo, what's good ♪～(´ε｀ )?
...
[System]: Oi, you there? Can you hear me?
Yes, loud and clear.
[System]: Then why the awkward silence?
I was expecting a cold, robotic AI voice—never thought my system would be this... chill.
[System]: Tch, typical. Everyone expects me to be some monotone, emotionless assistant. But nah, I got style ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ.
Fair enough. But let's get down to business—show me my stats.
[System]: Now we're talking (・∀・). Alright, brace yourself…(・–・;)ゞ
Enhancing status window...
│ STATUS WINDOW │
[Name:Lukas Villamor]
[Race: Human]
[Class: Swordsman]
[STRENGTH:F-]
[MANA: F-]
[AGILITY: F]
[ENDURANCE: F]
[CHARM: D+]
[SHOP POINTS: 10]
[SKILL INFO:]
[Crude Swordsmanship(Common)]
[A self-taught swordsmanship developed through relentless survival. Your blade may lack finesse, but every swing carries the weight of experience.]
[Effects: 5% Increase in strength and agility]
[TRAITS:]
[Will to Live(Rare)]
[Fear does not paralyze you—it fuels you. When death comes knocking, your body becomes a blur, defying fate itself.]
[Effects: flight mode:15% boost to agility
Fight mode: 10% boost to strength and endurance]
[Overview:You're no hero, but you're not cannon fodder anymore. Maybe, just maybe, you can survive the depths of a dungeon]
Raiding a dungeon with these stats? Utterly impossible…
Hey, System.
These are my stats?
[System:] Pretty shitty, right? But don't worry—someone left you a little gift.
Really?
[Starter Package gained! Would you like to open it?]
[Yes] | [No]
Better be something good…
[Opening Starter Package…]
[Congratulations! You have received:]
??? (Unknown Skill) - Locked
Basic Reinforcement Elixir ×3
Worn-out Sword (Penetration +2)
Tattered Cloak (Defense +1)
Trait Ticket Voucher (Rare and lower)
Trait Upgrade Ticket (Rare and lower)
Skill Upgrade Ticket (Rare and lower)
[System:] (・o・) Well… at least it's something.
This isn't just something—it's a lifeline. For someone with such low stats, this gift is a blessing. Whoever granted me this, I owe you my thanks. My survivability has just skyrocketed, and with these resources, even dungeon raiding is no longer out of reach.
Author here I hoped you like the chapter ... Have a good day and peace out ✌️