infinite Rebate System: 10x Rewards for Conquering And Taming Heroines

Before Jason could process everything, the mechanical voice rang out again.

[Reviewing Host’s Previous Life...]

[At eighteen, you were admitted to Westbridge University. During a student council event, you met Olivia Hayes, a sophomore one year above you.]

A series of images flashed through his mind, so vivid it felt like he was living them all over again. The crowded hall. The soft glow of the stage lights. Her smile when she first looked at him. That moment when something in his chest had simply given way.

[At nineteen, during your first year of college, you handed Olivia Hayes the $7,000 you had spent years saving. You planned to propose after graduation.]

Jason’s face darkened. He remembered every last detail. The worn envelope. The way his hands had shaken when he gave it to her. Back then he had been young, naive, and stupid enough to believe love could last forever.

The system continued without mercy.

[That same year, your mother was diagnosed with myelodysplastic syndrome. She urgently required treatment. You asked Olivia to return your savings. She blocked your contact, ended the relationship, and refused to return the money. Unable to bear the burden of the medical expenses, your mother jumped from the hospital roof. That year, you lost your only remaining family member.]

Jason clenched his fists, nails digging hard into his palms. Even after all these years the memory still cut deep. The long hospital corridor. The doctor’s helpless expression. The empty bed. The unbearable silence that followed. It all felt fresh again, like no time had passed at all.

The system did not stop.

[At twenty-three, you entered the workforce. Sixty-hour weeks became normal. Then seventy. You stopped counting. Your monthly salary remained unchanged. Your health steadily declined.]

He let out a bitter laugh. That part was painfully accurate. Back then he had believed hard work would eventually pay off. Reality had taught him otherwise, one exhausted night at a time.

The screen shifted again.

[At thirty, after years of struggling alone, you decided to get married. After dozens of blind dates, you settled for someone you did not love.]

A familiar face appeared. Chloe. Jason’s eyes narrowed instantly.

[To prepare for marriage, you sold your old family home, took out loans, bought a car, and bought an apartment. Nearly $180,000 in total. Shortly before the wedding, Chloe Morgan demanded additional payments. When you requested your money back, she threatened legal action. You refused. You were imprisoned for three years.]

His expression grew colder with every sentence. Three years. Three entire years stolen from his life. By the time he got out, the world had moved on without him. Technology had changed. Businesses had changed. Even old friends had disappeared. He had felt like a stranger in his own era.

The system pressed on.

[At thirty-three, you were released. At thirty-five, you successfully started a business. Annual profits exceeded one million dollars. You abandoned your previous ideals. You became cynical, selfish, and a player.]

Jason raised an eyebrow. "That’s a nice way of putting it."

Then another notification appeared.

[At thirty-eight years old, total confirmed romantic conquests: 1,027.]

He nearly choked. "Why are you keeping count?!"

The system ignored him.

[Following a secret meeting with a married woman, the host was struck by a speeding OnlyFans bus. Life terminated.]

Jason’s face twitched. "That sounds way worse when you summarize it."

The screen flashed. Then a final message appeared.

[The Supreme Rebate System has successfully loaded. Host, do you have the courage to change your destiny and leave behind your identity as a simp?]

[YES] / [NO]

A simp? Seriously?

Jason almost laughed out loud.

’System, are you blind? Do you know who I became? I’ve dated more women than some people meet in their entire lives. And you’re calling me a simp?’

Then he paused. A thought crossed his mind. Maybe the system wasn’t judging who he became. Maybe it was judging the nineteen-year-old version of himself. The foolish kid who gave away everything for a girl who never cared about him.

Jason’s expression softened slightly.

’Fair enough.’

Without hesitation, he selected YES.

[Ding! Infinite Rebate System successfully bound.]

A new interface appeared before him.

[Host: Jason Carter

Age: 18

Daily Reward: $20

Level: 1

Next Level Reward: ...]

[Evaluation: Certified Simp]

Jason stared at the evaluation. A vein twitched on his forehead.

"Certified Simp? That’s my evaluation?"

The system replied at once.

[Host’s current rating is the lowest possible rank. Advancing through system levels will improve evaluation status.]

Jason took a deep breath.

"So Certified Simp is basically the beginner rank?"

[Correct.]

"Meaning I’m barely above being a complete loser?"

[Correct.]

Jason suddenly wanted to uninstall the system. Unfortunately, that did not seem to be an option.

Before he could complain further, a thought struck him and his face changed instantly. The date. The time.

He lunged toward the small table and grabbed his phone, hands shaking slightly as the old-looking screen lit up.

March 1st, 2070. 2:13 PM.

Jason’s pupils contracted. His entire body went cold.

March 1st. The day his mother died.

In his previous life this date had haunted him for nearly two decades, every single year without fail. He remembered the regret. The guilt. The helplessness. All of it.

A glance at the clock told him exactly how much time remained. Less than an hour. His mother was still alive.

For now.

"Damn it!"

Jason bolted from his room. As he rushed toward the door, the system’s voice rang out once more.

[Ding! Main Mission Activated.

At nineteen, you devoted your heart to a woman who never loved you. But there was someone who loved you unconditionally from the day you were born. Please look back. Your mother is approaching the end of her life.

Mission Objective: Save Your Mother.

Reward: $1,000]

Jason did not even look at the reward. The mission could have offered a dollar or a billion. He did not care. This was his mother. The woman who had sacrificed everything for him. The woman he had failed to save.

Not this time. Never again.

He burst through the apartment door and raced downstairs, three steps at a time. His heart pounded like a war drum. His breathing came ragged and sharp. The only thought in his head was simple.

’Hold on, Mom. I’m coming.’

As he rounded the final staircase he collided with something soft. Or rather, someone. A pair of slender arms instinctively steadied him.

"Jason?" A gentle voice sounded above him. "What happened? Why are you running like this?"

Jason froze. Slowly, he lifted his head, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe.

Standing before him was an elegant woman in her early thirties. Her long dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, framing a face that still held a quiet, effortless beauty. She carried herself with the kind of graceful confidence that turned heads without trying.

A cream-colored sweater and fitted skirt highlighted her figure, and she moved with the quiet assurance that only came with age and experience.

More importantly, Jason knew her. Very well.

His eyes widened.

"Aunt Victoria...?"

Victoria Reed. Not a blood relative. His mother’s closest friend since childhood, close enough that he had called her "aunt" for as long as he could remember. A widowed woman who had lost her husband years ago. The owner of a beautiful home. The mother of two daughters. And one of the most unforgettable women from Jason’s youth.

The concern in her eyes deepened.

"Jason? What’s wrong?"

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