Do you know what happens when an individual with an overwhelming amount of power and knowledge decides to stop following the rules?
It's absolute chaos.
And once that chaos is unleashed, nothing—absolutely nothing—can stop him.
No force in existence, no divine intervention, no so-called "fate" could stand in his way. No amount of pleading, resistance, or struggle would change the inevitable.
Their women, their future, their world—everything was taken by ROB (Random Omnipotent Being—MC).
Even those who arrogantly proclaimed themselves omniscient, boasting about knowing the future, wielding overpowered systems, or being part of some ridiculous chat group—they all crumbled before him.
They thought they were invincible, untouchable, the chosen ones of their own pathetic stories.
But against him?
They were nothing.
The result was obvious from the start. They were humiliated, their pride shattered, their women stolen right before their eyes.
Their so-called divine destinies meant nothing as they were reduced from proud "sons of heaven" to mere groveling worms, stripped of everything they once held dear.
And among them, one particular failure stood out.
His name is Hyoudou Issei.
But no, he is not the real Issei. He is a transmigrator, thrown into this world by an OP System that promised him everything.
At first, he was ecstatic, thinking he had won the ultimate prize—a life of endless pleasure, power, and women. But reality had other plans.
The system that brought him here, the one he placed all his trust in, had betrayed him in the cruelest way possible.
The truth was sickening.
He never once touched his women. Not Rias, not Akeno, not anyone.
The pleasure he thought he had experienced? Nothing but a twisted illusion burned into his mind.
The real name of his so-called "OP System" was something far more sinister—the Cuck System.
And the one responsible for his suffering? A being known only as ROB.
Every ounce of power he gained, every ability he unlocked, came at a disgusting price—he only grew stronger as long as he got cucked by this omnipotent entity.
At first, he was ecstatic to become Hyoudou Issei. He had everything a man could ever want—power, women, the thrill of victory. He had his way with Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima, reveling in the pleasure of their bodies. Or so he thought.
But no.
It was all a goddamn lie.
The horrifying truth was that he had never touched them. Not even once. His five senses had been twisted, corrupted beyond recognition, warping his perception of reality itself. In truth, he was nothing but a drooling puppet, strapped to a chair, watching helplessly as ROB defiled his women right in front of him.
Rias. Akeno. The ones who were supposed to belong to him.
They had been stolen.
Rias and Akeno weren't his.
They never were.
They had long since been taken, corrupted, reshaped to fit the desires of someone far beyond his comprehension.
And worst of all? They believed it.
When ROB whispered in their ears that Issei was nothing but a cuck, a pathetic joke of a man, they accepted it without hesitation.
And why wouldn't they?
Every time ROB so much as touched them—grabbing their asses, groping their tits—Issei's body reacted on instinct, his mind reduced to a haze of horny bliss.
He didn't even resist. He couldn't resist. His very soul had been conditioned, altered beyond recognition, warped into something unrecognizable.
And as the days passed, as his mind sank deeper into the abyss, his so-called "lovers" grew more and more disgusted with him.
Disappointment. That's all they felt.
Day by day, they looked at him with increasing contempt, their once-affectionate gazes replaced with pity, with revulsion.
He wasn't even a man anymore—just a pathetic, brainwashed dog, too broken to even realize how thoroughly he had been destroyed.
And now, as he stood beneath the blood-red sky of the Underworld, the bitter taste of despair filling his mouth, tears of blood streamed down his face.
It was over.
He had lost everything.
And the worst part?
He never even realized it until it was far too late.
Everything started twenty years ago when he naively believed in the system and proudly became one of the chat group owners.
He thought it was an opportunity, a chance to rise above the mundane and claim his place at the top. But it was all a lie.
A carefully laid trap, designed from the very beginning.
The system was never on his side. It only used him, manipulated him, and discarded him like trash once he was no longer useful.
Now, he had nothing. Not his power, not his status, not even the girls he once surrounded himself with.
Everything was stripped away, leaving him broken, empty, and utterly defeated.
Then, he saw Him.
ROB stood before him.
The cosmic entity didn't smirk, didn't sneer, didn't even bother to mock him. There was no cruel laughter, no sense of satisfaction in his eyes.
He simply stood there, gazing at the fallen man with an unreadable expression before finally speaking.
"This is your end, Hyoudou Issei... or should I call you Jack?" ROB's voice was calm, yet carried the weight of finality. "Yes, that's your old soul. You always believed you could escape your past sins, that you could cheat fate and become the winner in life. But you were wrong. Did you truly think you could escape the judgment of God?"
Issei—no, Jack—felt his body tremble.
The weight of those words pressed down on him like an iron shackle, suffocating, inescapable.
ROB continued, his tone neither angry nor kind, but firm. "Have you forgotten how you used to steal other men's women, Jack? How you relished in their suffering, taking pleasure in their despair? I gave you a second chance. A fresh start. I bestowed upon you vast power, power you could have used for good, for redemption. But you disappointed me. You squandered it. You never used that power for anything other than your own selfish desires. All you cared about was women, power, and spreading misery. And now, it all ends."
Jack felt his knees give out, his body collapsing to the ground.
Tears welled in his eyes, hot and bitter.
So this was the reason?
He had long forgotten his past life, buried it deep within his mind, but now, as if a dam had burst, the memories came flooding back.
The faces of those he had wronged. The betrayals. The manipulation. The cruelty.
Everything made sense now.
And for the first time, he felt no anger, no resentment. Only peace.
At least the God before him was not targeting him senselessly.
There was no malice, no unjustified hatred.
Only judgment.
"…End me." Jack finally took a deep breath, forcing himself to meet the gaze of the divine entity before him. His voice did not shake.
There was no begging, no bargaining. He accepted it.
ROB didn't flinch, didn't hesitate.
Instead, his voice deepened, resonating with absolute authority.
"You failed me, Jack."
A pause.
"In the past, you always believed you were wronged by the world, by us. And I won't deny it—I apologize for that injustice. That is why I gave you a new life. A new chance. I gave you power so you could set things right, so you could forge a new path, free from the mistakes of your past. But you didn't use that power wisely. You abused it. You became a tormentor. You lied. You cheated. You indulged in sin without remorse."
"I did not judge you for the sins of your past life, because I understood that your wickedness was born from your pain, from your sense of injustice. You stole your friend's women because you believed he had wronged you first. You lashed out because you thought the world had betrayed you. But now? The world did not wrong you. You wronged it."
"And that is why I am disappointed in you, Jack."
A crushing force suddenly seized his very soul.
Jack barely had time to gasp before the overwhelming power consumed him, his existence unraveling as if he had never been.
ROB's firm grip crushed his soul effortlessly, obliterating him from existence.
The world faded into darkness.
Jack's life had ended.
But the story of ROB and his journey was far from over.
How everything had truly begun... that story had yet to be told.
And it would begin now.