《Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac》 Chapter 1: Reincarnation is a Scam!

Chapter 1: Reincarnation is a Scam!

In the middle of a magnificent flower garden, an 18-year-old youthy on the ground, bleeding from over 100 knife cuts that covered his back, limbs and chest¡ªnot even sparing his handsome face. A crowd of guards and servants had assembled around the youth, led by a young noble dressed in an extravagant set of purple shirt and pants. The young noble stared at the youth''s corpse with a mocking smile, holding two blood-stained knives. "Sheesh! Lord Arian is truly heartless. Mithras grew up with him and served him loyally for 12 consecutive years, but just because he concealed the existence of his big sister and refused to offer her, Arian didn''t hesitate to execute him on false charges." "It can''t be helped. Though breasts and bubble butts now rule House Astalon, with his Blueme Hawk Gene and seventh level of me Refinement, Arian is undoubtedly the number one talent of the region¡ªdestined to be a legend. Throughout meheart City, who dares to offend him? Mithras should have known better." "So, if the boss asked you to give him your sister? You would just say yes?" "I would tie her up myself, then ask for a raise!" "And that is why Mithras dies a real man, whereas you get to live on as a bitch." Silent whispers circted within the crowd. Arian ignored them, focusing on the dead youth. Hints of pain and sorrow shed through the young noble''s eyes, yet his smile stayed intact, openly mocking the corpse. "Mithras betrayed his lord and deserves to be damned. But he was, after all, my favorite servant. No, after all those years spent together, he was already my best friend. My best friend''s sister is of course my sister. From now on, I will be taking care of Ishtar. Prepare a room for her in my courtyard. After receiving my mother''s blessing, I will make her my concubine," Arian said, and with a theatrical spin, the young noble turned heels, returning to his courtyard. A handful of the servants and guards assembled felt pity for the dead Mithras. Unlike most favored servants of high-ranking aristocrats, Mithras was a humble and hrious youth who didn''t rely on his lord''s name to abuse the people. s, good people died young while viins thrived for a thousand years. Since Arian didn''t give instructions, no one dared to touch Mithras'' body. The corpse stayed there, left to the worms while the servants and guards scattered to carry out their young noble''s orders. Half an hour passed in a sh. And as Mithras'' big sister was getting dragged to and imprisoned in a secret chamber of Arian''s courtyard, an astonishing scene took shape. Mithras'' corpse twitched. Arms made of silver light emerged from the ground, stroking the bleeding wounds, and healing them on the spot. The corpse returned to life, and Mithras stood up, looking left and right in confusion. "Huh! Why does hell look so much like that son of a bitch''s courtyard? No wonder he''s so evil! He was already one step in the devil''s ass! Wait, wait...this ain''t right. Could it just be that...I''m not dead? No fucking way...I reincarnated...again?" Overwhelmed by confusion, Mithras asked himself. It wasn''t his first rodeo with reincarnation. In first life, Mithras was your average middle schoold. Born with decent looks and a respectable body, Mithras was expected to grow into a sessful womanizer, when at 14, he received the visit of Truck-kun, dying before his prime. It wasn''t fair. Growing up, Mithras only had one dream: to make the most gorgeous women in the world pay to have sex with him! Yes, while others dreamed of bing generational athletes, stars and whatnot, Mithras wanted to be a whore¡ªa man-whore that all the beauties of the world would be willing to empty their bank ounts for! But because of the evil Truck-kun, he would never get to fulfill his dream! Fate, however, seemed to be on his side because the moment next, Mithras awoke as a baby in a world of sword and magic! ording to the novels of his previous life, this was supposed to be his opportunity to live out his fantasies and be a legend worshipped by all throughout myriad gxies¡ªwith money bags on his left and sweet booty on his right. But Mithras soon realized that the novels lied. Without the blessing of the gods, reincarnation is a scam! This was the Spiritual World: an infinitely vast and brutal world ruled by a mystical force known as Sid. Akin to the oxygen on Earth, Sid was the air of this world. A mysterious force that naturally strengthened the bodies of those who breathed it regrly. Thanks to the miracles of Sid, the people of this world were all born with astonishing physical abilities. The regr adult had the speed of an Olympic sprinter, the stamina of a marathon runner and the strength of a powerlifter! Compared to Earth, this was amazing. But in a world where the regr man is superman, superman bes average. So, it wasn''t long before Mithras became numb to his new physical abilities. To truly stand out in this world, one needed either one of two things: a Sid Gene, or a Sid me. Sid me bearers possessed the best prospects. But they were so rare that they might as well not exist. One in a hundred, however, possessed a Sid Gene, enabling them to strengthen their bodies, increase their longevity, and obtain formidable destructive powers through a process known as Outer me Meditation. They were known as Temrs! Sadly, Temrs couldn''t just absorb ambient Sid and needed to rely on external sources of Sid Fire to temper themselves. But this was still pretty cool. So, when Mithras realized he didn''t possess a Sid Gene...he punched a wall and broke his hand¡ªnot the smartest decision in his life. For some, Outer me Meditation was just a way to increase their lifespan. But for the majority, it represented the relentless quest for power¡ªa quest tied to Sid mes and other conflict-triggering resources. Nations, noble houses, and theocracies arose from these conflicts. Spreading false beliefs and manipting themon folks to justify wars, conquest and plunder. Righteous and evil factions took shape¡ªalwayspeting fornd and more Sid resources. And this is where things get bad. Born in meheart City, capital of the Blood Smelting Kingdom, Mithras was an orphan. First, his irresponsible father died in a war with the nearby Red Cloud Theocracy. Then two weekster, his mother abandoned him¡ªleaving him and his big sister to fend for themselves. At that time, Mithras was six and his sister, Ishtar, eight. With a small house to their name but no food to eat, the two were about to starve when thedy of the mighty House Astalon, wife of the current Duke of Astalon, noticed Mithras begging on the streets, and moved by the mesmerizing looks he''d gained in this new life, offered to take him in as a chore boy and entertainer for her beloved son: Arian di Astalon. With no other choice, Mithras epted, bing a chore boy for Arian and a jester apprentice in his free time so he could amuse the capricious young noble. He also mastered music, instruments, dramaturgy and acting to perform various acts for the mother and son''s pleasure. But a disaster never strikes alone, and so Ishtar, hisst rtive in this cruel world, developed the Sid Disease. You see, while in small quantities, Sid is a blessing to the average man, some people are born with a condition known as Sid Ipatibility. That condition makes Sid poisonous, and Mithras'' big sister turned out to be one such person. Often sick, Ishtar stayed in their thatched house, relying on the food and gifts that Mithras received from Arian and his mother, Cassandra di Elektra, to survive. Three yearster, the smart and creative Mithras had be Arian''s favorite servant and most trusted confidant. He developed a silver tongue¡ªbing so good at entertainment and ttery that Lady Cassandra also couldn''t live without hispany. His entric personality also helped, adding ayer of unpredictability that helped him gain his masters'' good graces. Meanwhile, thanks to House Astalon''s gifts, Ishtar''s health had gotten much better, and she even learned a trade¡ªbing an apprentice seamstress for a local tailor. As his sister was also born with remarkable looks, Mithras didn''t dare to let her meet Arian and the male members of House Astalon, fearing that they''d ruin her life as they did with many others. Brother and sister relied on one another, bing closer than soulmates. s, destiny was determined to fuck the siblings in the pooper. On one tragic night, as Mithras was performing new acrobatics for Lady Cassandra''s pleasure, 13 Red Cloud Pythons sneaked into House Astalon, attempting to murder all women of child-bearing age! This was a unique and dreadful species worshipped by the Red Cloud Theocracy as envoys of the Red God. Red Cloud Pythons could shrink to finger size or expand to be over 15 meters long, and possessed a unique venom that caused the spontaneous evaporation of their victims'' blood. These terrifying killing machines went unhinged, mauling dozens of Astalon women to death! But when Lady Cassandra''s turn came, and Mithras realized that his source of food and shelter was about to be a python''s dinner, bolts of dark fire shot out of his amber eyes, causing all 13 pythons to stop their assault and gather at the servant boy''s feet. Lady Cassandra thus realized that, while Mithras didn''t have a Sid Gene, he possessed something 10,000 times more valuable: a Sid me! And not just any Sid me at that, but the legendary Wrathful God Fire, wielding the authority of a divine and the talent of a Sage! On that day, Mithras'' life went to shit. Chapter 2: I Am an Aphrodisiac?!

Chapter 2: I Am an Aphrodisiac?!

Sid Gene bearers became Temrs. But Sid me bearers became Gurus, the true masters of the Spiritual World. Outside of noble houses, only one in a hundred were born with a Sid Gene. But throughout the Spiritual World, only one in a million possessed Sid mes! Once awoken, Sid mes gave their owner the ability to absorb ambient Sid, use mystical abilities known as Mantras, and exchange mental messages with whomever they wanted. The mantras one could learn depended on the Sid me they were born with, but without exception, mantras either offered dreadful powers or high utility. Before a guru, a temr was nothing. No need to mention confrontations at the same level. Even with an extra five levels advantage, the average temr couldn''t resist a guru. After all, Sid mes were blessings that came straight from the Gods! The more powerful the God, the greater the might of the Sid mes they bestowed mortals with. But in the history of the Purple Dawn Continent, there had never been a case of Wrathful God Fire. This was no standard blessing, but the power of an actual deity! Something that only celestial beings of the highest rank could wield. So, if in other scenarios, this event would have been cause for celebration. Here, it was a catastrophe. Mithras wasn''t a guru yet. Worse, he belonged to the servant ss¡ªleaving him at the mercy of his masters. Lady Cassandra didn''t have the means to give a guru proper training. But she didn''t hesitate to threaten Mithras with his sister''s life, forcing him to explore and develop his Wrathful God me for her personal use. It wasn''t long before she realized that Mithras'' Wrathful God me originated from Vritra, the first-born dragon¡ªAntigod of Vengeance and master of wyrms. Thanks to Vritra''s authority, even without proper training, Mithras could control or outright summon all serpents within a 300 meters radius. He could alsomunicate with them, see through their eyes, and borrow the abilities of the snakes he controlled. But in the Purple Dawn continent where Gods received worship and Antigod followers were to be killed on sight, the blessing of an Antigod was nothing short of a death sentence. Once the origin of his power was made public, Mithras would get hacked into ten thousand pieces¡ªno question asked! Lady Cassandra used this fact and the life of Mithras'' sister to force him into a very contract, bringing him from the servant ss down to the ve ss! With his ve Seal in her hands, there was nothing he could do to oppose her. But in life, even when things get tough, you gotta keep moving. And that''s exactly what Mithras did. Mastering the Poisonous Arts, subduing gangs and crime families, robbing treasures and killing over 540 people in the span of 9 years. Under Lady Cassandra''s orders and guidance, Mithras turned into a one-man gang¡ªhiding his pain behind a wall of silly jokes. The young servant''s heart sank into despair. House Astalon''s power grew massively. Lady Cassandra became the de facto leader¡ªrelying on Mithras'' Sid me to improve her temr rank at a rapid pace. But while on the surface, Mithras'' status improved, in truth, he had lost all freedom¡ªnot allowed to own money or property, and followed wherever he went. Cassandra even repossessed Mithras'' house¡ªkeeping Ishtar in a secret location, and only allowing the siblings to meet once a month. As they got older, Arian grew suspicious of Mithras'' proximity to his mother. But in recent weeks, Lady Cassandra was getting more and more protective of Mithras, reducing the time he spent away from her, and only allowing him to interact with people she approved of. Fearing the worse, Arian started following his favored servant, ultimately stumbling on the monthly reunion between Mithras and Ishtar: It was love at first sight. Arian didn''t care about his mother''s feelings or ns and, enraged that Mithras had kept secrets and beauty from him, Arian didn''t hesitate to frame his most trusted servant for theft, before executing him in his flower garden. Of course, this was only possible because, at the moment, Lady Cassandra was in the royal pce, engaging the king in crucial negotiations. And whenever Cassandra wasn''t close by, she used her ve Seal to suppress Mithras'' powers¡ªmaking him unable to fight back against Arian! Two lives, two failures, one worse than the other¡ªa depressing scenario! "Wooh, dying sucks so bad! I don''t want to die again!" Mithras sobbed, then started sorting out his thoughts. "It is bad enough to be heartless¡ªworse to be an idiot. But Arian, you have the nerves to be both!" After processing all his memories, Mithras said. Without trying to understand why his mother valued Mithras so much, Arian murdered him¡ªruining the future of House Astalon. Even a mental handicap couldn''t exin such an absurd level of stupidity. At the same time, remembering how much Arian used to favor him, Mithras couldn''t believe that he''d kill him so easily. They ate the same food, wore clothes of simr quality, and slept in adjacent rooms¡ªleading to themon belief that, after his mother, Mithras was the most important person in Arian''s life. Was the Astalon young noble truly that heartless? Mithras didn''t care, because now, he had to save his sister! And as his thoughts reached this point... [Ding! Ding! Ding!] [Human Aphrodisiac System...initialization] A mechanical voice boomed in Mithras'' mind. ''Yep. I''ve officially gone insane.'' At first looking left and right to find the owner of that voice, it wasn''t long before Mithras realized that it came straight from inside his head. The realization didn''t help, making the youth believe that too many reincarnations had messed up his soul so bad that he was starting to lose his mind. But as Mithras resolved to ignore the voice, a status screen appeared, listing his attributes. ''It is not a joke? I really have a system! I knew fate couldn''t be that cruel! How could I, this cute and bubbly reincarnator, go through three lives without a cheat code! The dream is still possible!'' Mithras couldn''t believe his eyes. Humans had Genes¡ªmonsters had mutations. Without a Gene, humans couldn''t be temrs. But unless the aspiring warrior was born with nature''s favors or encountered a divine miracle, they inherited their Gene from their parents or ancestors. Mutations on the other end either came from monster parents or from Sid-rted viruses. Human or not, anyone with a mutation was treated as a monster: to be killed, enved or worshiped...depending on the area. Born from an ordinary human family, Mithras shouldn''t have either one. And yet, ording to this status screen, he not only possessed the Dragon Horse Mutation but also descended from the monster race? ''The Serpent Colt is a lord among snakes, and after tempering its bloodline to the limit, it can transform into a dragon: bing the legendary Dragon Horse¡ªwith unmatched dickpower and endless stamina. How am I connected to that thing?'' Mithras asked himself. In the Spiritual World where dragons reigned supreme, there wasn''t one soul that didn''t know about the Dragon Horse tribe¡ªone of the few monster species honored on all sides of the globe. But as Mithras'' curiosity peaked, his amber eyes locked on the "Destiny," and his brows furrowed. "Red God...Servant?" To some, these words might carry some imposing demeanor, but in Mithras'' eyes, this was an insult. Servant one day, servant always. It was as if the status screen was telling him, that no matter how high he went, he would always be...someone''s servant. In this life, Mithras endured enough humiliation. Could it be that after being reborn for the second time, he would still have to suffer abuse and disgrace? No! He refused to ept it! His dream of making the beauties of the world pay for his meat had to be a reality! And even the arrangements of the supreme god couldn''t stop him! "Challenge!" Mithras didn''t hesitate. In that instant, he no longer cared about the half-monster allegations and Dragon Horse Mutation. He didn''t care about whether he was dreaming or going insane. He just wanted to stand up for his dream and challenge destiny. plete> In a sh, a session of system messages flowed through Mithras'' mind. Dazzling red and blue mes erupted from the youth, tempering his flesh and muscles while increasing his Sid units! But the changes didn''t stop here. Although he couldn''t see his reflection, Mithras had the firm belief that his facial features were getting tweaked as well, improved to new levels. By the time the System''s voice again echoed in Mithras'' mind, the youth''s body had undergone aplete transformation¡ªnow on par with the elites of his generation. "Is this really...my body?" Mesmerized by the luster of his skin and the overwhelming strength that flowed through his veins, Mithras nked out momentarily. Then he remembered a little something, and his eyes stretched wide. "Wait, wait, wait! What do you mean by ''Human Aphrodisiac?''" Now getting used to the voice in his head, Mithras asked. He was too sweet, innocent and not cultured enough to know anything about orare" or ori." But the Human Aphrodisiac ims caught his attention, filling him with a strange mix of fear and expectation.