In the dim glow of his dusty monitor, Adam slouched deeper into his creaky computer chair. His messy room was a shrine to procrastination: energy drink cans, old takeout containers, and clothes he swore
were "still clean" scattered like modern art. His brown hair stuck out in every direction, and his oversized hoodie looked like it hadn't seen a washing machine in months. With dark circles under his eyes and posture that screamed "gamer spine," Adam was, at best, aggressively average.
He cracked his knuckles as he refreshed the cursed place he visited more out of hate than love—the Eclipsed Devourer group chat.
A novel he despised.
The writing? impressive.
The characters? Masterpiece.
The ending? So bad it made him question the author's sanity.
But nothing infuriated him more than the fanbase—especially the rabid defenders of Lady Seraphina Blackthorn, the villainess who could supposedly burn kingdoms with a glare and stomp on your pride in six-inch heels.
The chat was active tonight, buzzing with one topic Lady Seraphina
[User123]: "Guys, don't you think Lady Seraphina is lowkey a baddie?"
[NovelNut98]: "Finally, YES! Cold, precise, mysterious... She's so well-written."
[iHeartHeels]: "Real talk—I'd LICK her boots and say thank you."
Adam almost spit his drink. He wheezed with laughter.
"Bootlickers. Degenerates. All of you," he muttered, shaking his head.
And he typed his reply with the smugness of a keyboard warrior who thought he just dropped a nuclear take.
[AverageAdam]: "Freakin' simps. Go touch grass. You people are why aliens avoid us. Fictional women can't love you back, you harem-loving clowns."
He hit send.
The response?
Instant combustion.
[MadMonarch]: "STFU! Dominant women are top-tier! You just don't get it!"
[QueenSeraphinaFan]: "Better than your nonexistent taste, you discount side character."
[TimeTracker]: "You got more read hours than all of us. Who's the real clown?"
That last one made Adam blink. Wait. Did he really read that much?
He scrolled back to check his stats.
"…Ah. Damn. That is a lot of Reading Time."
Still, he grinned and fired back:
[AverageAdam]: "Not me, losers. I'd never kneel for a woman just 'cause she's hot. You can keep your bootlicking fantasies."
The chat erupted. The digital inferno grew.
But Adam, now laughing uncontrollably, leaned back in triumph—so hard he accidentally knocked over the half-full glass of water beside his keyboard.
He didn't notice the water creep toward the floor.
Didn't see the frayed wire with its rubber casing gnawed off—courtesy of a particularly brave rat.
Too tired to care, Adam yawned, shut his laptop, and stood up to stretch. His hoodie clung to his frame as he rubbed his eyes and turned to head for bed.
Then—
ZAAAP!
A bolt of electricity ripped through his body like karma on a deadline. His muscles locked. His chest pounded. His heart raced—
Then failed.
The shock sent him collapsing forward. His head smacked into the edge of the desk with a sickening crack.
"…W-What the f—"
Everything turned black.
His final thoughts?
Regret?
A dramatic monologue?
Nope.
"Seriously? Death by Wi-Fi and water? What a clown exit."
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But death wasn't the end.
Adam's consciousness drifted—not toward any holy light or burning pits—but into a cold, heavy sensation tightening around his neck.
His vision returned.
He was on all fours.
"What the hell—?" he whispered, his voice oddly deeper. He pushed himself up and immediately noticed two things:
One His hands were… not his. Slimmer, paler, and lacking the scrawny, gamer-induced carpal tunnel.
Two There was a mirror in front of him, and the reflection made his brain short-circuit.
He looked of atleast a level of "good side character."
Raven-black hair, crimson red eyes, and a jawline so sharp it could file a sword.
But all of that was overshadowed by the glaring, polished collar clamped around his neck.
A system panel flickered to life in front of him.
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[System Initialized]
Name: Adam (??? Variant)
Rank: G-
Strength: G
Agility: G
Vitality: G-
Intelligence: G
Mana: 0
Abilities: None
Skills: None
Lottery Talent:
Scrap: 0
Bronze: 0
Silver: 0
Gold: 0
Diamond: 0
Ruby: 0
Legendary: 0
Mystical: 0
Ancient: 0
Divine: 0
Prismatic: 0
---
[Quest Activated]
"Act like a Defiant Puppy—don't submit to her, no matter what!"
Reward: +2 Layers to All Stats
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"Wait… this is…" Adam's jaw dropped as memories flowed into his brain. This body—this world—was the same as the novel.
But this character?
An extra. Background filler. The kind who dies in Chapter 3 without even getting a name.
And standing behind him—heels clicking ominously against the marble floor—was a tall woman with waist-length purple hair, piercing amethyst eyes, and glasses that gave her the aura of a deadly librarian.
She was beautiful. Terrifyingly so.
And she was staring at him like he was her Property.
Lady Seraphina.
The villainess who could incinerate cities with a glance. The very woman the fandom simped for—and the one Adam had just mocked mere minutes ago in another life.
She crouched beside him, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
"You're awake," she said, her voice smooth as silk and sharp as a blade. "Good. It would've been a shame if my First Slave died before i had my fun."
Adam's brain froze.
Defiant Puppy Quest: ACTIVE.
Do NOT submit.
He broke into a cold sweat. His eyes darted between the system, the woman, and his own trembling fingers.
"…F-Fuck."
He gulped and muttered to himself, "Out of all the characters… why her?!"
She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Hmm? Did you say something, My Puppy?"
Adam forced a smirk and wiped the sweat from his brow. If he was going to die again, it wouldn't be while whimpering.
He straightened up slightly—still on his knees, but with attitude.
"…I'm not your Puppy, Crazy Bitch."
Her grin widened.
"Oh? Defiant already?" She leaned in close, eyes glowing Like a True Sadist."Good~ i like it My First Slave is quite defiant i think my Pet need a Good Lesson~"