Systemism

Su Jin and the 18th floor

Resident: "Today's subject, slavery."

Su Jin had finally done it. He stood in the deepest, most vile part of the Pit, the underworld's most grotesque corner, where the tortured souls of the damned writhed in eternal agony. Around him, the environment was a gruesome mockery of life—shadows danced on the walls, whispers of despair echoed in the air, and beneath his feet, the crunch of bones.

As he walked, Su Jin felt the brittle remains of those who had come before him. The bones of countless souls crumbled beneath his boots, remnants of the many who had perished here. The residents, twisted beings who fed off the suffering of others, giggled as they watched him, expecting him to stumble or recoil at the sight. But Su Jin stepped over and crushed the bones without so much as a flinch.

Su Jin: "I'm so close to the end... and this is it?"

He glanced around with disdain, unfazed by the macabre scene. This was supposed to be the final stage of his journey, the deepest level of hell—yet, here he was, unimpressed.

A series of cards manifested around him, visible only to Su Jin. These were the spoils of his journey, the abilities and powers he had earned throughout his time in the Pit.

Su Jin: "Hell of Saws? Let's see what's so bad about it."

One card, in particular, caught his eye—the Hell of Saws, where those who had engaged in unethical or unfair business practices were condemned to be sawed in half repeatedly by demons. Su Jin sneered at the idea. It seemed trivial compared to the horrors he had already endured.

<Peek At You is active!>

<Peek At You>
<Rank: MAX>
<C Rank Effect: More precise measurements>
<B Rank Effect: Analysis on Mastery>
<A Rank Effect: Revealing Innate Traits>
<S Rank Effect: Controlling Display>
<MAX Rank Effect: Feelings>

<You have peeked at the people around you!>

Su Jin scanned the souls in his vicinity, unimpressed by what he found. They were all weak, losers who didn't deserve his attention. His eyes narrowed as he processed the information.

Su Jin: "All of them are losers..."

Even though his eyes were cold and calculating, a rare flicker of emotion crossed Su Jin's face when he noticed something peculiar about the crowd—many of the beings around him were girls, or at least they appeared to be.

But no... something was off.

Su Jin: "Femboys?!"

A voice answered from the shadows.

???: "That's right."

Emerging from the crowd, a teenager with jet-black hair and skin pale as marble strode forward, his very presence commanding attention. His hair fell in loose waves that framed his sharp, angular face, and his eyes, dark and calculating, glinted with a dangerous mix of arrogance and amusement. Surrounding him were several femboys, their delicate features a striking contrast to the harshness of the world around them. They clung to him, caressing his arms and shoulders as if he were royalty, their whispers of adoration filling the air around him.