Shit Luck

A shimmering pink portal opened up in the sky above Tenria, its edges pulsating with an otherworldly energy. The air around the portal seemed to distort and ripple, as if reality itself was being bent and torn apart.

Johnny, still reeling from the events at the God Summon and Evidentiary Hearing, was expelled from the portal and began plummeting towards the ground.

He fell through the air, his stomach lurching with a mix of fear and disorientation.

Johnny regained his senses after his face smacked against a random, unfortunate bird, and his vision cleared, a sense of foreboding taking over his psyche a moment later. His widened eyes narrowed as a system screen appeared in his face, giving him an introduction of itself. Wrong timing.

"I don't know what that bitch did, but fuck you all!" Johnny Michaels, or rather, Eryndor Thorne Smith, cursed.

He was raped, then sent to a court of crazy people right in the middle of space, now he was falling from the sky to his death.

Eryndor understood all that the Goddess of Lust had said to him, but why had she spawned him high in the sky? Did she want him dead before he could even explore this world? What kind of sick joke was that?!

Eryndor gritted his teeth, and just then, the system screen flashed with a notification that caught his attention.

[Host in danger!]

[Simulating a safe landing]

No sooner had these notifications flashed in his face when they disappeared, and several twisting lines appeared in his vision, before they all snapped together to form one thin line.

[Follow the path]

Eryndor blinked. "You stupid or what?" He immediately cursed out of anger at the absurdity of the situation. "Do I look like I can fly?"

[New Skill Unlocked: Glide]

[Glide: Level 1]

[Control your trajectory through the air by gliding over the winds and slowing your descent]

Eryndor frowned. The skill had come from nowhere, and he sure as hell wasn't expecting that. He was still trying to wrap his head around the situation when the system screen flashed again.

[Energy: 100/100]

[Glide: Level 1]

[Energy Cost: 10/Sec]

[Activate Glide to slow descent and control trajectory]

Eryndor's gaze snapped back to the twisting lines in his vision, which seemed to be guiding him towards a safe landing spot. He took a deep breath, focusing on the lines and the new skill, then muttered some more curses before activating the skill.

A strange sensation washed over him, as if the air itself was responding to his presence. The winds seemed to shift, slowing his descent and allowing him to steer himself towards the guided path.

Eryndor's eyes narrowed further, concentrating on the skill. It was surprisingly easy to control, as if his body was adapting to the new ability too smoothly. He began to feel a sense of control after five seconds, and by the tenth second, since the activation of the skill, he was already able to perfectly follow the line in his sight.

The ground rushed up to meet him, but Eryndor was prepared.

[Proceed to land without sustaining an injury to earn Experience Points]

Eryndor braced himself for impact and crashed through a tree, grabbing at a branch just in time for him to swing himself back up.

Glide had slowed his descent, but that didn't mean he was moving slowly. Eryndor didn't account for this and immediately got the results.

The arm that he used to hold into the branch had the shoulder dislocated, before his palms peeled from friction against the branch's bark.

He accidentally bit his tongue after the sharp pain tore into his psyche, and he slipped, unable to complete his swing.

Eryndor dropped from the branch, ricocheting off more branches on his way down before crashing on the ground. He groaned, then a branch that had snapped, during his fall, landed on his head.

Eryndor lay there, dazed and disoriented as the system flickered back to life.

[Host injured]

Eryndor groaned again, his head throbbing with pain. He sat up slowly, assessing the damage he had sustained.

His shoulder ached, and his palm stung, but he knew he had to move to a safe place before doing anything else, who knew what the forest he landed in had in store for him?

"What made me think I could swing on a rough barked tree with one bare arm?" He said, holding onto his left shoulder with his other good arm.

With a grunt, he popped the shoulder back into place. The pain was intense, though bearable, but he knew it was necessary and had done the needful.

He took a deep breath, looking down at his naked body.

Eryndor was spawned naked in a body that didn't belong to him. Though he liked the body, after all it was built like a war machine, with rippling, steel-like muscle fibers beneath his skin, a perfect figure and an 8 inch schlong.

He stood at 6 feet 11 inches, had a chiseled jawline, dark gray eyes and hair of the same color.

His muscular arms and back were red from the fall, but he didn't look so injured from another's perspective.

Eryndor raised an eyebrow at the System screen, and he began to go through the tutorial that he had missed earlier.

The Harem Matrix System was granted to him for just one purpose.

[Contract Heroines and take control of them]

Eryndor found this strange, but was he actually going to do that? His death had scarred him, and he probably hated and feared women more than anything else right now.

Who wouldn't, after being used like a toy to death? Eryndor had been given a perfect body that would make any female head over heels for him in no time, but did he really have the courage to contract Heroines?

Eryndor sighed for the umpteenth time in under one hour.

His eyes darted between words appearing on the screens as read swiftly. Everything was made to look like a game, and he was a player.

That being said, it was kind of fun for him… until it wasn't.

GRRHHH!!

Eryndor's heart sank as the low growl of a beast echoed through the forest, the sound sending a shiver down his spine.