Ghost of Culture

My Maker vanishes after giving me a brief rundown introduction to the wider universe.

The multiverse, actually.

And oh boy, I am just a mere tadpole, finding my way in an endless ocean full of cosmic terrors. Fucking cosmic terrors!

That is how insignificant I am.

But I like being insignificant. I get to live longer.

There is nothing to see here, Cthulhu. Nothing to see at all.

I am just a tiny tadpole digging a little home for himself in this small corner of the multiverse.

Good thing that my Maker is one of the Primordial.

Primordial are like at the top of the cosmic food chain, just a bit higher than their nemesis, the Aspects. At least that is what my Maker has claimed. Sounds about right.

In any case, I don't want to run into an Aspect, being granted power by a Primordial and all. I wouldn't want to run into their champions either.

As one of the Primordial Champions, I am still above the Gods! Hah! Puny Gods! Me smash!

Just kidding. My Maker have already warned me that it won't come and save me if I get myself in deep shit, so that means no pissing off those comic horrors and their underlings.

Most can make me dead without thinking.

Deader, I mean. I am already dead, being a ghost and all.

And the reason I didn't get to move onto the astral or spiritual plane of existence like everyone else is because my soul is a Millennium Soul. It just means that I am special.

I knew it! I fucking knew it! I am the chosen one. The chosen one! Hah! I mean the chosen soul!

A Millennium Soul!

Being a Millennium Soul also allows me to withstand the spiritual pressure from those cosmic horrors, at least for a while. Any other spirits would be vaporized into oblivion.

Phew! I wouldn't want that to happen. Cease to exist, that is.

Thank you for sparing my perverted life, great Maker! I will sacrifice billions of unborn children straight from my loins in your name.

But being a Millennium Soul prevents my entrance into the afterlife, so no heavenly-defying beauties for me to use as a pillow. Fuck!

I guess I will have to find a way to break into paradise instead. At least just to see my parents again.

I never had a chance to say goodbye. And watching them falling apart after I died is really painful. I am their only child after all. Poor mum. Poor dad.

Huhuhuhuhu

I mean. Boobooboobooboob.

Just an extra 'b' to complete the word.

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Damn those untouchable bouncy titties. I will find a way to suffocate myself between them!

Mark my word! Mark my word, I say! This is my mission in life. In the afterlife.

Eh? That didn't sound right either. What the hell am I floating here for? I am a ghost, I know that, but what is this state of living? Ghostly life? Alright, I will go with that.

Before my Maker left to seek out more underlings, it did leave me with a System.

Final-fucking-ly!

I wonder when I get the damn thing? I did get hit by a fucking truck, so where is my isekai-adventure? Where is my loli goddesses with huge breasts?

Please don't tell me that it is reserved for the Japanese only!

My great-great-great-grandmother is Japanese. Bless her dead heart.

That still counts! Right! Right!? Anyone?

Of course, no one can hear me scream, being dead and all. Ghost joke!

Ahem.

Alright, calm down, me. Being dead and alone for so fucking long, I have to find way to entertain myself somehow. Touching myself all day and night just isn't going to cut it.

Painting every hot girl that I see with my steamy ectoplasm doesn't really count.

Heh.

Alright, enough of crazy talk. Let's get down to sexy business.

Umm status?

The moment I have thought of that word, my own voice rings out in my mind. It wasn't that surprising, considering I have been hearing voices all day long.

But I would love a hot seducing voice instead, but beggar can't be chooser.

I did beg for my life, but there is no shame in smooching up to my Maker. And in doing so, I was given a power instead getting erased from existence!

So, hurrah for being a coward?

[Name: Ghostly Ghost] the fuck!? Alright, I will bite.

Damien sounds shitty anyway. Sorry mum. I will make it up to you one day, wherever you are. I hope dad is with you since he looks even more ghastly than me after you left him behind.

[Species: Ghost (Primordial Champion)] can you be any more obvious!?

[Level: -1] tadpole, see? Is that a negative? Seriously!?

[Sexual Point (SP): 25/100] My Maker did say mention something about this in the brief introduction to all things that I should stay the hell away. I was paying more attention to the cosmic horrors.

[Magical Points (MP): N/A (awaken magic is required)] well, that is interesting. I will guess that is on my list of things to do. My Maker didn't tell me anything about this though. Well, that just sucks.

[Health: N/A (physical body is missing)] yup.

[Stamina: N/A (physical body is missing)] uh huh.

I will comment on every little thing because I am a more than just insane for being stuck in this ghostly state for so long if you haven't noticed.

[Attributes: N/A (physical body is missing)] eh? What have I been exercising my hands and junior all these times for? At least give me some Strength or Endurance!

[Powers: Power of Possession (Primordial). The Gamer (Primordial)] Hurrah! Not just one power, but two set of powers. My maker is super generous!

[Skillset: Possession (10SP).]

[Ability: Locked]

Everything else is locked at the moment. However, I do have an awesome skill called Possession.

It allows me to possess anything, living or dead, for about a day or two, depending on how strong the will and spirit of the possessed person is. So, does that mean I can get to play a baby for years and get to suck on some hot momma's titty?

Ahem. Sorry. Sorry.

While a cool skill, the SP cost is exceedingly high for my meager sexual energy.

Good thing I can restore my sexual energy by sexually harassing girls. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Heh.

I didn't need to check the inventory or market or anything else since they are all locked. I will have to unlock them gradually by growing some steel balls.

Let's try growing some eyes to see first, huh. Being a tadpole and all.

I float around to check everyone else out, and with my gamer eyes, I can see a number floating above their head. Most are 1 or 2, but some are much higher, like 5 or 6.

The number is an indication of how much sexual energy I can harvest from them. It is done by releasing their sexual tension and spreading my Maker's ideals.

That means turning the world into a sexual paradise.

My maker is a Primordial Sin of Lust. What part of that means anything else?

Strange that there are also numbers hovering above children. Those numbers are higher than average from what I can tell. Did that mean taboo nature means more rewards?

I will have to experiment to find out.

But in any case, I wouldn't bother with those low numbers. Wasting time on them

That said, I wouldn't bother with those low numbers. Possession cost 10SP, so with simple math, I will actually lose points for wasting time on those people. That is no good. I need a bigger score.

I hover around for a bit and notice the highest number I have seen thus far.

22! Wow.

That is much better! Even if I didn't like his appearance. He is kind of fat and ugly.

I immediately haunt him, finding that he is driving towards to a Catholic school to pick up his daughter.

So many sexy girls are here. Holy fuck! I mean unholy fuck!

"Hey daddy."

It comes from a blond-haired girl, standing at around six feet tall. Her face is angelic with tanned skin and bright blue eyes. Her breasts pushed out of her tight blazer, and they are huge for even her sporty frame.

"Hello, sweetie. Mum can't pick you up today, so I guess you will have me."

I didn't recall how I get to their house since my eyes are glue to her breasts. Must be nice to stare at them every day. I notice her father is also staring at them.

And the number has become 24! Nice! Very nice!

Time to release all that sexual tension.

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