The System In My Head

Am I not going to get pregnant?

"But .. I'm not going to get pregnant?" Annabelle's face was uncertain as she looked at Ben.

The two of them had cleaned themselves up, now dressed and sitting on his sofa. Ben had already thought about how to respond so he smiled confidently. "Don't worry, you won't do it. I preserve spiritual energy using ancient shamanic techniques..."

Who said the Perverted Divine Alchemist wasn't an ancient shaman?

At this unexpected answer, Annabelle's brows curved upwards. "Oh ... How long have you been a practicing shaman?"

Ben pondered for a few seconds to get the best answer... 'Sell with confidence...'

He put on the confident face of an expert. "Exercise? Oh, I'm not a Semen Shaman practicing..."

A grin spread across his face. "I've perfected it..."

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Annabelle's eyes sparkle. "Wow .. You need to teach me sometime." Everything spiritual interests him.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll do it." Ben had a lot of lessons planned...

Actually, she found Annabelle more than satisfying. 'Not only is she sexy, but she fills the harem I've saved for a certain complex personality type—big breast blond...'

As the two chat more, Annabelle suggests painting Ben. He said he wanted to capture his essence, whose perception had changed after they shared such an intimate experience. Since no one had ever painted it before, he agreed. Ben also wondered what the essence was.

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30 Minutes later, he stared at the canvas of his essential nature. There, in the lower left corner is Ben's rendition, accurate in its depiction of features to the most precise detail. Annabelle is a talented artist. He not only had a strong understanding of colors and shadows, but also the use of space. This latter power is displayed entirely in this painting, with the remaining three-quarters of the canvas depicting the **** cartoon giant Ben..

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Annabelle nodded, satisfied with the painting. "I call it the Descendants of the Dragon ..."

That was his best work...

Ben was not sure whether to laugh or cry. The only thing he knew for sure was that there was no point in considering expressing the complex set of emotions between those two extremes ...

Although he was not sure what he thought about the painting, he at least felt the name was appropriate. 'Dragon, huh? Yeah, his breath can turn anything into a liquid smegma...'

While the depiction was flattering in a certain dimension, namely thickness. Even though Ben used to be an Otaku, he didn't want to have one that was more brilliant than him in every aspect, at least until he intended to get isekai...

Ben did not appreciate Annabelle putting her essence into such a narrow box. 'If you will put me in a box, at least make a hole in it ...'

He glanced at her. "You know, I'm more than that..."

At first, his eyes widened in surprise, but soon, he knew what he meant and smiled. "I knew. Sure oes. You also have those two happy sacks ..."

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Ben didn't know how to respond, so he changed the subject. As the two continued to speak, she noticed that after taking her virginity, Annabelle's attitude towards her became more open. Although he had never come close to being quiet, he was now expressing his thoughts with fewer filters. It seemed like he was thinking hard about all sorts of things being cut off.

Staring at the wall, Annabelle's expression became grim. "If we can achieve our dreams in reality, do you think we can achieve our reality in dreams?"

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Without knowing what he meant, Ben chose the positive affirmation route. "Sure..."

Ben embraces. "I'm sure they're not that bad. Tell me about them..." He put his hand on his hand. 'He may have nightmares about giant spiders or something.'

Annabelle began to describe her dream. "I see a future where humanity faces a shortage of fossil fuels, causing prices to rise to the highest levels. In the absence of advanced alternative energy technologies, world wars are ignited due to competition for the remaining scarce resources.

At the same time, global warming is causing sea levels to rise, flooding coastal cities around the world and wiping out populations. A series of environmental disasters then follow, destroying the Earth. In order to survive, humanity condenses itself in futuristic cities, forming a distinct social class system where the poor work as livestock ...

Eventually, humanity depletes the remaining resources on Earth and must set its sights on other planets. The human race then spread to the nearby solar system, eating one after another like locusts. The consumption and destruction caused by this greed lasted until another intergalactic war broke out. This time, he annihilated all sides until only human seeds were left, living underground on the original Earth. They remain there for centuries while the planet heals itself, until one day they appear ...

They find that there are many humans on top but their level of technology and culture has gone back to ancient times ... So, wise men began to educate them .. and turn them into their livestock ...

This cycle of civilization's growth and decay continued for many eras, defeating Mother Earth even further with each cycle, until the day when the sun exploded and restored everything to nothingness..."

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Ben glared at Annabelle. 'What did I just hear?'

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He had no comforting words in this scenario, but he still tried to say something. "Don't worry, I won't let that happen to Mother Earth.. I. a hunter?"

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She was lucky that Annabelle was still too fascinated with her vision to realize that what she was saying was even more absurd than the story... "The future is inevitable... Humanity cannot change..." He looked at her, looking into her eyes. "That's why I was surprised to find you..."

"Why?"

He looked out the window, into the night sky. "I have always regarded people as small and simple creatures, most of whom live as mindless fools, indifferent to their impact on the environment and each other. Every year on my birthday, I wish for the destruction of mankind..."

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Ben gulps. 'He brought about the destruction of mankind again ... I thought he was kidding first time in an art gallery, but now ...' Then, he made a dangerous connection. 'Wasn't Hitler also an art student?!?'

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He realized the uncomfortable possibility. 'Am I holding Hitler's hand now? Did I just fuck the Fourth Reich?!?'

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Ben squinted his eyes. 'Is this karma for using Hitler's previous failed opener?'

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Annabelle squeezed his hand. "Before meeting you, I thought people were just good at stepping on each other's heads."

"...I know what you mean." Ben nodded. 'I can't let him see my Black Leg Technique...'

Looking into his eyes again, he smiled. "When you came...I realized that people can connect with each other... It made me curious about other things in this world that I was not aware of... Thats why...I'm glad I met you...."

Seeing the sincere smile of this beauty, Ben felt a tinge of unknown sensation in his chest, but was unsure how to express it with words. So, he spoke from the heart. "I ate some spicy food and heartburn ..."

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As she goes to check her medicine cabinet for antacids, Ben can't help feeling that she has a new sense of responsibility for Annabelle—the girl whose virginity she took away. 'I can't let him get lost or he'll be the psychopath who ends the world ...'