The System Won't Work Unless I Have Girlfriends

Two Years Later.

Early Spring, March 9th, 2012.

Girlfriends...

Girlfriend can be defined in a single word.... Iwuzindfutmhmafuttlllmmnfff.

Confusing? Exactly.

Such confusing, an expensive thing—both materially and mentally in this modern era.

Let's say, when you wake up in the morning, you have to remind yourself that she exists. You have to text her. You have to plan a date. You have to listen to her nagging, which is a distraction. Some women even expect you to pay for their necessities, and I'm like... excuse me?

I mean, seriously? That's just the tip of the iceberg—and none of it sounds healthy at all.

Women say it's not logical for them to date poor men, while most of them talk shit with empty wallets. If they want rich men then they have to be rich as well, isn't that logical? Should I remind my self that a gold digger is the cause of revolution?

Men say they're not going to date someone with an ugly, fat ass bitches, while most of us weigh over two hundred pounds. Oh and I've heard this genre called ugly bastard but yeah, those ugly bastard banging sexy woman and not someone who ate McRonald six times a day.

That's what everyone does. Because they aren't being realistic, they are trapped in their biased cycles. The cycles are resulting in an unfair double standard that eventually hurts them back. There's no doubt that people are full of hypocrisy, the same as me.

With these examples, everyone is biased, but sometimes we would rather just stop yapping and adapt. But nah, even Mahoraga would smack the shit out of his first date because he couldn't adapt to the nonsense he get.

I once remember my friend from my past life asking me how his date went. I said, "That woman is a slut." He didn't believe me and slapped me in the face. A year later, dude came back to me and said his wife divorced him and took half his wealth after loosing in the court.

Yup this is reality.

But I'm a smart guy, so I always say "thank you, next!" on every blind date my friend sets up for me.

However, let's be smart. In my case, I just said to myself, "I'd choose to be single."

It's not that I hate women. I just prefer enjoying my life to the fullest without being controlled.

Moreover, become young again in this new world is something I welcome. A fresh start. A clean slate.

After finishing my bench press, I sat down and stared at the mirrored wall in front of me. There, reflected back, was the greatest of all time: me.

"Yeah, no one could convince me to date someone in a hundred years... even if she were a Kardashian."

Suddenly, a familiar floating screen appeared in front of me, one that had been popping up for years now, this is why I've a long monologue to educated my self.

[To activate the system, please find a suitable partner you like]

I sigh, "No. I refuse. Tell whoever sent you to fuck off. I don't need external help to be great."

[...]

[...Are you sure about that?]

"Huh?" This is the first time the system has responded like that.

I click my tongue.

"Yeah. Wh-what kind of privilege will I have, anyway?"

I stop talking as a girl not far from me pauses her treadmill workout, looking at me as if I'm crazy. So, I move to the locker room and take a shower.

Back to the topic. If the god of rom-com wants me to date girls from anime, I'd say, "No, thank you." Instead, I'd like to welcome the god of malevolence!

Since I was reborn into this world, I've been using my experiences to my advantage. Coincidentally, there was a financial crisis similar to the one in 2008 from my previous world. Everything crashed, but I knew which stock would bounce back later. And, I met many people after I made the Formula One team, Brawn GP dominated the 2009 season effortlessly and we sold the team for 700ish million dollars.

In short, I'm rich. I. am. rich.

Yeah, I'm a billionaire—but still not the richest person on Earth though. My net worth is now around 58.2 billion USD and still growing in the long term.

Haha! My dad definitely regrets this. Well, he should. That's why we're on very bad terms now. Anyway, I haven't stopped lifting weights for the past two years, and I've been shaping up my physique naturally for five years since I woke up that day—of course, without steroids.

My grandpa and I put our lives on the line. I trust my skills and knowledge, and the result was total success.

So why would I need you?

YEAH, YEARS OF HARD WORK! I DON'T NEED YOU TO BE GREAT. YOU HEARD ME, SYSTEM!

[...]

I bet. The system seems speechless already. You reincarnated the wrong person.

I smile a little as I dry myself off and get dressed in my tracksuit.

[You know what? It's fine.]

What?

[Though, getting someone experienced like Christian Bale just from getting a girlfriend wouldn't hurt at all. Hey, could you buy these gacha items with your money?]

"..."

[No? Nuh-uh. Very well...]

Wait, what? Hold up. Is that the gacha thing you're talking about? So it's not... Kenjaku's brain or something like that?

[Do I need to repeat myself?]

Holy shit! That's actually... pretty awesome? Why didn't you tell me about this sooner? It's the most crucial motivation.

[You never asked, genius.]

Ugh, the system sounds pissed off.

[You gave up on me after getting rejected once. Humph.]

Now she's acting cute. Wait, are you actually a she or a he?

[I'm genderless. You can call me whatever you want.]

Well, who cares?

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