You've read this story. Weak nobody transmigrates, acquires a system, joins an academy, becomes irresistible to women. Garbage fiction. I died furious while consuming that exact trash. Same setup, different protagonist. I'm no naive child—I was a Yakuza enforcer in my previous life. The body I inherited belongs to a repugnant slob, utterly depraved and indolent—picture the worst conceivable side-character material. I'm Satori now, and my existence is one elaborate cosmic joke. My weapon is the [Scumbag System]. It doesn't honor kindness or bravery. It rewards manipulation, degradation, and orchestrating the kind of chaos that makes for spectacular entertainment. Fail these missions? Prepare yourself for inventive, agonizing punishment. Primary objective: Natalia, my stepsister—powerful, gorgeous, and thoroughly revolted by me. The assignment: seduce her, corrupt her, claim her. This is no triumph-through-virtue narrative. It's the account of a predator in sheep's clothing while the flock remains oblivious to the menace. The hunt has started.