[Analysis Complete]
[Host has unlocked the Degenerate System]
[Initial Skills]
Silver Tongue – Mastery of persuasion and rhetoric. Your words can sway decisions, manipulate outcomes, and influence others.
Method Acting – The art of fully inhabiting another persona. You adopt their thoughts, emotions, and behaviors so convincingly that your performance becomes indistinguishable from reality.
The villain starter pack?! Seriously, that’s what I got after an aptitude check?
I was only joking about being 99% horny—it’s more like 98%.
[Initialization complete. Host parameters locked.]
[System Finalized.]
’So I’m destined to become evil, huh?’
Let’s be real: most main characters who get skills related to persuasion powers turn into total perverts pretty quickly.
Curse my luck!
This wasn’t me. The system had already sunk its claws in, feeding me wicked abilities.
That’s right. Now I got no choice but to accept my new fate and abandon my moral compass, reluctantly and painfully, of course.
"Status," I commanded, trying to stop myself from smiling too much.
[Name: Ace Mercer]
[Rank : Lower Being]
[Class : Novice Degenerate]
[Skill : Silver Tongue]
[Skill : Method Acting]
Wait. That’s it? Where are my stats? My attributes? The detailed breakdown with numbers and cool-looking bars? Isn’t that basic system 101?
How was I supposed to min-max my way to greatness without any numbers to obsess over?
Just as I was about to open my mouth and give the system a proper scolding for its awful design, I was suddenly yanked out of the darkness.
Next thing I knew, I was back in the hospital bed. No one was around. It looked like I had been out for a long time.
I tried moving my hand first.
Motherfucking system. Not only was it lazy with details, it also forgot the bare minimum: healing me.
Whoever made this clearly hasn’t read enough system novels. It’s a must to remove all negative effects from the MC when they get a system.
Hell, there were even cases where people got turned into meat paste and still came back to life .
’Okay... calm down.’
I just had to be smart: think carefully, make a plan, and hope that one day I would unlock a skill that could get me out of this damn bed.
One step at a time... or, well... zero steps for now, but that was the idea.
If there was any upside to all this, it was how perfectly the system matched my interests.
And when I said ’interest,’ I mean reading questionable doujins—stuff no sane man would be proud of showing to others.
[First Mission: Trick your stepmother to spoil you]
That was it? I was expecting something more extreme. Isn’t this system too tame?
"Hey! Don’t go easy on me. Give me a mission that actually lives up to your reputation."
[Bonus Mission: Increase the Affection of Any Woman]
"Now we’re talking. Although it’ll be hard for me to do that if I can’t move, right? So... how about you heal me?"
There was no response. And here I thought that acting chummy with it would earn me some points.
I mean, the system was called Degenerate, right? So acting like a scumbag should earn me goodwill... or was it using reverse psychology on me?
Either way, it seemed I had no choice but to do things the hard way.
I should check my skills first.
’Silver Tongue...’
The effect sounded cool, but in reality, expecting instant results would be wishful thinking.
It was safer to think of the skill as a form of real-world brainwashing, like what cult leaders use.
Funny as it sounds, they could spout the most ridiculous nonsense—half gibberish, half grandiose lies. And somehow people would nod along like it made perfect sense.
But my skill was different. It only made me better at convincing others, so I was closer to a good salesman than a cult leader.
While I was considering how to test the skill’s effectiveness, a young nurse stepped into the room, breaking my thoughts.
Her soft brown hair was neatly tied in a bun, and her hazelnut eyes matched it perfectly.
I looked her up and down. No joke, she was a solid eight out of ten, even without heavy makeup, just her natural beauty shining through.
And when she turned around? Man, that view just made my day.
"Are you okay, Mr. Ace?" she asked, stepping closer. Her perfume carried a faint lemon scent."
She looked even prettier up close, like I was staring at a gravure Idol.
Holy shit! If the average nurse looked this good, I wouldn’t be surprised if the female doctors were straight-up runway models.