Absolute Loser Becomes The Pleasure King Using Satan System

Chapter 20: 20.Hidden Quest-1

Mylo entered his apartment and shut the door behind him, the quiet of the terrace flat settling over him like a weight lifting.

He went straight for the bath, letting the warm water wash away the exhaustion of the day.

By the time he stepped out, his stomach reminded him it had been hours since lunch.

His mother had left food in the kitchen before she left, neatly packed, still fresh.

He ate at the dining table, alone, the quiet strange after everything that had happened.

Man, I will have to eat in the mess starting tomorrow.

Well, it will be better than eating garbage nonsense food all day.

His phone buzzed halfway through the meal.

"Mylo! We just landed, son," his father’s voice boomed through, loud and full of relief, like he’d been waiting the entire flight just to say it.

"Your mother wouldn’t stop worrying the whole way here, kept asking the attendant if we could call sooner."

"I’m right here, I can hear you!" his mother’s voice cut in from somewhere beside him, muffled but clear enough.

"Mylo, honey, how are you? Did you eat? Please tell me you ate."

"I ate, Mom. I’m fine," Mylo said, a small smile tugging at his lips despite himself.

"Good, good," his father said. "You settle in alright? Everything good in college?"

"It’s going well in there."

"That’s my boy," his father said, and Mylo could practically hear the proud grin behind it.

"Don’t stay up too late, you hear me? First impressions matter, but so does sleep."

"I won’t, Dad."

"We love you, sweetheart," his mother said, her voice softening. "Call us tomorrow, alright? Tell us everything."

"I will. Love you guys too."

The call ended, and Mylo sat there for a moment, phone still warm in his hand, the quiet of the apartment suddenly a little less lonely than before.

They’re safe. That’s one thing I don’t have to worry about tonight, at least.

He finished eating, then moved to his room to start organizing what little he’d unpacked earlier.

His hand found his old laptop, tucked beneath a stack of books.

He opened it out of habit more than anything else.

The browser history was still there. Folders he hadn’t bothered naming properly. Files he knew exactly what they were without needing to check.

Right. This.

He deleted everything in a few quick clicks, watching the folders disappear one by one.

I’m not going back to that. Not this time.

It’s not going to be easy. I know that.

Five years of habit doesn’t just disappear because I decided it should.

But I’m not going to pretend it’s fine either. Not anymore.

He shut the laptop and set it aside.

Pulling a chair up to his desk, he grabbed a blank sheet of paper and a pen, sitting down properly for the first time since everything had started.

If I don’t organize my thoughts, I’m going to lose track of everything.

He wrote at the top: The Satan System.

Below it: Lilithia Vespara - the sin of Pleasure.

Then: Curse of Vespara — affects nearby emotions. Amplifies feelings already present? Focused on sexual emotions.

He paused, tapping the pen against the paper.

Why the lake? Why tonight?

He wrote it down anyway, even without an answer.

Hidden quest : Leh lake, midnight. Reason unknown.

I have no idea why I got this system in the first place.

I remember Vespara talking about something along the line of being chosen. The system had also given the notice that she was power provider, does that mean that all the power that I might gain in the future will be coming from her?

If so then what will be the price of that power?

He stared at the page for a long moment, then folded it and tucked it into his desk drawer.

Enough thinking. Let’s tackle the challenge that’s right in the face.

The blood red screen waa still showing the hidden quest.

He packed a small backpack, a flashlight, some rope, a couple of knives he wasn’t sure he’d even need but grabbed anyway.

Better prepared than dead, I guess.

At eleven, he left the apartment, the terrace door creaking shut behind him.

The streets were empty at this hour, streetlights casting long, tired shadows across the pavement.

He walked past his college, its gates dark and locked, the same place that had been full of noise and chaos just hours ago now completely silent.

Beyond it, the forest waited.

The path in was worse than he expected, roots and undergrowth tangling at his feet, branches scraping against his arms as he pushed through.

More than once he nearly lost his footing in the dark, the flashlight barely cutting through the thick canopy overhead.

Whoever picked this location really didn’t care about convenience.

By the time the trees finally broke open, his legs were aching and his shirt was damp with sweat.

The lake stretched out in front of him, open, quiet, the ground around it soft and muddy underfoot.

He checked his phone. 11:50.

Ten minutes.

Great. Now I get to stand here in the cold and wait.

He dropped his backpack onto a dry patch of ground and sat beside it, rubbing at the tension in his shoulders, working out the ache the forest had left in his back.

The lake sat still in front of him, black water reflecting a sky full of stars, utterly silent.

Why did it have to be midnight. Why did it have to be a freezing lake. Couldn’t it have been literally anywhere else?

He almost let himself doze off waiting, his eyes growing heavy from the day’s exhaustion, before he forced himself upright again.

Stay awake. Whatever this is, I don’t want to miss it.

The seconds crawled by.

Somewhere around 11:55, he noticed it.

The crickets had stopped.

He hadn’t been paying attention to them before, but now that they were gone, the silence pressed in on him from every direction, thick and total.

Not even the wind moved through the trees anymore.

That’s... not normal, right?

He glanced around, flashlight cutting a weak circle into the dark.

Nothing had changed.

Nothing he could point to.

But something had.

The air had gone cold in a way that had nothing to do with the hour.

It settled into his lungs heavy, almost wet, like breathing through a damp cloth.

The stars above the lake had started to dim.

Not clouded over. Not blocked by anything.

Just fading, one by one, as though something enormous had begun slowly closing its eyes.

He stood up, backpack forgotten at his feet, eyes fixed on the sky.

Then midnight came.

The change wasn’t loud. It wasn’t sudden, either.

It arrived the way rot arrives in fruit, quiet, from the inside, until there was nothing left to save.

The silence deepened further, somehow, past the point silence should have been able to go.

His own heartbeat sounded obscenely loud in his ears, a single happy melody in a world that had gone completely still.

Then the last of the stars blinked out.

Not one at a time anymore. All of them, at once, swallowed into a black so complete it felt less like night and more like the absence of something that was supposed to exist.

Mylo felt it before he understood it.

His body lightened.

Not gently. Violently, all at once, like every string tethering him to the earth had been cut in a single motion.

The dirt beneath his feet lifted first.

Small stones. Loose leaves. Then the mist that had been clinging to the surface of the lake, all of it drifting upward, away from the ground, toward a sky that had gone utterly, wrongly black.

’’What-?!’’

His stomach lurched as his own feet left the mud.

Gravity hadn’t disappeared. It had simply changed its mind about which way was down.

Up was down now. Down was up. The world had rewritten its own rules without asking him first, and his body was the only thing still lagging behind, still trying to fall in a direction that no longer existed.

He clawed at nothing. His backpack tumbled past him, vanishing into a sky that had become a floor, or a floor that had become a sky, he couldn’t tell anymore, and some small, distant part of him understood that this distinction no longer mattered.

The lake reacted next.

The black water surged upward to meet him, thickening as it rose, losing whatever it was that had made it water in the first place.

Deep beneath its surface, something crimson bled upward through the black, spreading the way ink spreads through still water, except the ink was rising and the water was falling and none of it obeyed anything Mylo understood about how the world was supposed to work.

It reached for him.

N-no-!

He threw a hand out on pure instinct, some desperate, useless reach for anything solid in a world that had stopped offering anything solid to hold onto.

The red found his fingers first. Then his arm. Then all of him, at once, swallowing him whole into something far thicker than water.

It was warm in the way old blood is warm, heavy in the way it clung and dragged rather than simply covered, and silent in the way nothing that surrounds a drowning person should ever be silent.

His mind fractured into static.

Thoughts arrived and shattered before he could finish thinking them.

Panic and vertigo and the suffocating, formless dark braided together into something he had no name for, something that felt less like fear and more like being erased.

Somewhere above him, or below him, or wherever above had gone, he thought he heard something breathing.

His own heart felt like it wanted to leave his body, his stomach felt like it wanted to vomit itself out, and his lungs refusing to breath for him.

Then, through the chaos, a single bloody screen flickered into existence in front of his fading vision, the only steady thing left in a world that had none.

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[NOTIFICATION]

The Hidden Quest has begun.

Objective: Become a resident of Narak.

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