A surge of disbelief washed over me as I struggled to process their words. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine myself in such a situation—a group of girls confessing their feelings to me all at once.
"Own it dude,"
the system's voice echoed in my mind, its tone mocking and dismissive.
A surge of frustration welled up within me at the system's glib remark.
"Fuck you too,"
I retorted inwardly, my annoyance palpable even as I struggled to maintain my composure.
As multiple girls approached me with confessions of admiration, each one expressing their feelings in their own unique way, I felt a sense of overwhelming unease wash over me. It was as if the floodgates had opened, and I was caught in the deluge of their emotions.
One girl shyly admitted,
Girl 2:I've had a crush on you since the moment I first saw you. You're just so... captivating.
Another boldly declared,
Girl 3:I can't stop thinking about you. Every time I see you daddy my heart races.
What did she call me
Yet another chimed in,
Girl 4:I've never felt this way about anyone before. You make me feel like I'm walking on air.
Their words were like a relentless onslaught, each confession adding to the mounting pressure that threatened to crush me. It was as if I had inadvertently become the object of their collective affections, and I was powerless to escape the suffocating weight of their adoration.
As the girls continued to vie for my attention, their voices blending into a cacophony of emotions, I felt a sense of desperation creeping in. This wasn't what I had signed up for. I had never wanted to be the center of attention, to be the object of so much adulation.
Me:I change my mind
I cried inwardly, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks.
Me:I hate this charisma stat.
As I forced a smile, beads of sweat trickling down my brow, I mustered up the courage to address the group of girls who had confessed their feelings to me.
"Um, ladies," I began, my voice trembling slightly with nerves.
Me:I appreciate your... um... affection, but I have to be honest with you. I'm... well, I'm very poor right now.
To my surprise, their responses were immediate and unwavering.
Girl 1:We don't care about money
one of them insisted, her eyes sparkling with determination.
Girl 2:We just want to be with you.
Girl 3:Yeah, money doesn't matter when it comes to matters of the heart
another chimed in, her voice filled with sincerity.
And then came the unexpected declarations of commitment.
Girl 4:I'll still marry you, even if we have to live in a cardboard box
one girl proclaimed, her gaze unwavering as she spoke.
Bruh
Girl 5:Be my husband
another pleaded, her eyes brimming with longing.
As the confessions continued to pour forth, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of their emotions. It was as if they were completely unaffected by my financial situation, their feelings for me transcending the material world.
chapter 6: becoming an adventurer
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