I'm a straight man. More precisely, I'm a straight man who's greedy for money and obsessed with beautiful women.
One day, some guy calling himself a System came to me.
System: "Hey, have you thought about joining our cannon fodder department? Great perks, good pay, and most of your working hours are spent resting!"
Me: "Are there beautiful women?"
The System paused, then laughed. "They're everywhere!"
I agreed without a second thought. After I started playing cannon fodder, I did meet plenty of "beauties," only the gender seemed a little off.
The long rest periods just meant long periods of waiting to die, and long periods lying in a coffin.
World One:
You're a scholar with little learning. Most days, you write pretty words for your lovely wife, or hold a book and complain that the world is unfair and has never given you a chance to show off your talent.
One night, you're studying late. Your head keeps drooping until it bumps against the desk, and then you hear someone calling out to you.
You turn around and see a beauty appear in a painting. "She" is bathing and changing clothes, softly murmuring your name.
The vivid, sensual scene makes your bones go weak. But when your lovely wife knocks to bring you food, the beauty disappears. Everything feels like a dream.
Seeing you drenched in sweat and red in the face, your lovely wife presses you to explain what happened.
You stammer and say nothing, because you know "she" is terribly jealous...
After that, you have a guilty secret. You spend the day writing poems and verses to please your lovely wife, and the night fooling around with the beauty, forgetting all about taking the imperial examinations.
Once your lovely wife grows suspicious, she gets even more jealous. She constantly suspects you of sneaking around with someone else, and even ties you to the bed and beats you hard with some excuse you can't make heads or tails of.
You don't understand. How did those red marks get on your body?
You forget the pain as soon as the wounds heal, and the day after being beaten, you cling to the beauty and complain.
Only when your beauty gets jealous, ties you to the bed, and leaves you wailing in pain do you finally understand.
But how could they possibly let you go?
With nowhere else to turn, you ask for help from your childhood friend, a man you used to look down on for being a faggot and pretending to be a celestial master while performing martial arts tricks every day.
Now you weep pitifully, again and again saying softly, "Celestial Master, please have mercy on me."
He'll help you, but his condition is that you spend the night with him.
World Two: Womanizing rich kid x split-personality pursuer
World Three: Straight alpha male chauvinist x split-personality pursuer
Theme: Keep striving, and you'll become a better person
