Chapter 1: Milf Hunting System
The wind whispered through towering pine trees as morning mist clung tightly to the earth, hiding the roots and stones beneath a shroud of pale white. Dew glistened on every leaf and branch, and in the distance, a spirit crane let out a mournful cry before vanishing into the clouds.
A young man suddenly opened his eyes.
His breath caught in his throat as he sat up, his palms digging into cold, damp soil. His heart pounded in confusion. The world around him was serene, yet utterly unfamiliar.
"This... isn’t my room," he muttered, glancing down at his hands.
They weren’t the hands he remembered—no lingering stiffness from years of keyboard strain, no signs of his once sickly lifestyle. These were the hands of someone younger, healthier, and far stronger. He looked at his reflection in a puddle nearby—he was now in the body of a young man with sharp features and bright eyes that held traces of cultivation energy. His clothes were long azure robes, embroidered with faint silver lines resembling flowing clouds.
Before his thoughts could spiral further, a crisp mechanical chime rang in his ears.
[MILF Hunter System successfully bound to Host.]
[Compatibility confirmed – 100%. Binding complete.]
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Then came a sweet, sultry voice echoing directly in his mind:
[Greetings, Host. You have been chosen to wield the MILF Hunter System. May your path be filled with mature blossoms and unforgettable dual cultivation encounters!]
He froze. "...Excuse me?"
[System Analysis Complete.