Chapter 1: Lucien Noctivar

"How the fuck can someone be nerfed this much?" A man in his Mid twenties, laying on his one person bed, that filled more than one-third of his total apartment, shouted.

"Especially when you have so much money and power!?" He added.

"Fuck this! Another night ruined. I can’t even sleep anymore, this fucking bullshit will keep haunting me."

He glanced at his digital clock beside his bed.

3:23 AM

"Ahh! Shit! It’s morning again! I can’t bust my ass working a 14 hour shift on 2 hours of sleep and 1 cup of noodles."

"How I wish that this fucking world would just end!" he muttered bitterly.

The young man was Astor.

A pathetic loser of the 21st century.

He was working a 14 hour shift in a restaurant that paid him a salary to barely survive.

Living in an apartment that can’t even fit him.

No girlfriend. No friend. No family. And most importantly, No Money.

He was epitome of useless in simple words.

The last time he came in contact with a girl was his last girlfriend in college, who left him because of his poor ass.

Now at the age of 26, he had no hope for the future. He wished for the world to end before going to sleep everyday.

He couldn’t even commit suicide and end this misery because he was a scaredy cat.

Entertaining himself with novels every night was his routine.

But sometimes even that doesn’t go as planned, just like today.

His favorite character met his demise by the fucking protagonist just because of the plot.

He couldn’t think anymore and forcefully closed his already heavy eyelids and drifted into sleep.

"Ugh.. That was some good sleep. I haven’t slept like that in years. What time is it?" He routinely glanced at his clock to check time.

But the next moment his eyes popped open as he glanced around.

His single bed, that could barely fit his frame, was gone. It was replaced by a king size bed that could easily fit 5 people at once.

The room was multiple times bigger than his entire apartment. Opulent ornaments filled the entire room. He could tell at a glance that every one of them cost more than his entire life earnings.

’Was I kidnapped? No! Why would anyone kidnap a person like me? I am basically worthless.’

He spotted a mirror across the room and went towards it.

His movements felt light and refreshing, unlike his usual stiff shoulders and back pain.

"Who the fuck is this?!"

"Is this me? How come I become like this in one night?"

"But Wow! I am fucking handsome!"

The mirror reflected an image of a middle aged man in his early 30s. He was very tall, around 6’5.

His face card was lethal. Sharp jawline, cheekbones, amber eyes with a hint of red, Jet black hairs. He looked no less than a model.

’Did I Transmigrate?’ The exciting thought dwelled in his heart. And as if someone was waiting for him to ask, sharp pain ripped his head, his eyes blurred into darkness and he fell unconscious on the floor.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity itself he regained his Consciousness. Countless pieces of memories that didn’t belong to him floated in his head.

"Really? Did I fucking transmigrate as him?"

The real owner of the body was none other than Lucien Noctivar. A side villain of the novel he was reading before he fell asleep. And also the person he was cursing.

Now occupying his body, Astor couldn’t help but think he was cursed.

’Why the fuck this body? Wouldn’t it be better if I transmigrated as the protagonist?’

He stood up from the floor and started to make his way towards the bed.

Pssshhh... ..

Before he could reach the bed. The sound of a shower from the bathroom sounded in his ears.

Hearing this a name popped up in his head.

Lysandra Noctivar.

His wife. And also a harem member of the protagonist.

The novel in which Astor transmigrated was named The Mercenary King.

It was a pretty cliche novel. The protagonist disappears for a few years and returns after creating his own world level organization and money. Conquering every beauty he set his eyes on.

Except for the fact, the original owner of the body Astor is occupying, Lucien Noctivar, is the protagonist’s father.

Yes, his father. Well, to be exact his adopted father.

Lucien Noctivar was the richest and the most powerful billionaire of the Grimhaven country. He was ruthless and cold down to his bones.

He was also an extremely handsome and good looking person that could melt any woman’s heart at glance. A tall athletic physique with hundreds of billions in net worth.

He was perfect man in every aspect, except the man aspect itself.

Yes, he was Impotent.

Even with billions in wealth and god-like body, he has never experienced a woman.

The protagonist of this Story, Maxwell Noctivar was his adopted son from his last marriage.

Due to his esteemed status, he couldn’t let the world know that he was impotent, so he adopted a newborn child with his last wife.

And yes, his last wife also becomes a harem member of the protagonist.

Due to the writer’s obsession with virgins, he made sure almost all the women of the protagonist harem were virgins. Even after her divorce with Lucien 10 years ago, she never remarried or got involved with any man in her life.

That’s why the protagonist ’s own adopted mother was a virgin until he claimed her for himself.

This plot was also the reason for the condition Lucien is suffering right now.

The protagonist didn’t stop at that and also claimed Lucien’s second wife, Lysandra Noctivar and his five stepdaughters for himself. Cucking Lucien in every way possible.

Lucien, a person who could read people’s minds at glance, didn’t suspect anything until the later stages of the story.

Lucien’s(Astor) blood boiled in anger. He couldn’t believe how cliche the plot was. They nerfed Lucien so much that he didn’t even suspect his wife for cheating for years.

Even after having countless security guards that watched every movement of hod family members, they always seem to miss the important moments.

And even if he found proof of cheating, he would just ignore it, believing it was totally platonic, because of the fucking plot.

"Not anymore, this time it’s going to be me who has it all. I will kill that son of a bitch."

"Don’t worry friend. This time we will take what’s rightfully ours. From today onwards, I am Lucien Noctivar." Lucien vowed as a psychotic smile appeared on his face.

Ding!

"Soul compatibility confirmed."

"Beginning system integration..."

1%... 18%... 54%... 100%.

[Sinful Destiny Interception system has successfully bound to the Host.]

[Current Identity: Lucien Noctivar.]

[Warning: Original Fate—Death.]

[Objective Updated: Survive.]