Wilford sat by the fire, eating some chicken, finally able to sate his stomach. Emma, the beautiful lady who walked into Wilford's life like a goddess bathed in blood, was off to the side grinding up some ingredients. She was preparing to make a few potions to sell, seeing as she now had to fend for herself… Well, she had Wilford if that was worth anything…

Are you ready? The system asks.

Wilford smiles. Yes! Finally! He thinks, excited.

**CRACK**

It felt like a thin-layered barrier was removed from his mind. Wilford opens his eyes wide, observing the world around him. There was energy! Energy everywhere! Flowing, pouring, and pooling, all around him!

Do you see it? The system asks.

Yes! It’s beautiful! Wilford exclaims, delighted.

The system lets out a chuckle. Now raise a hand. The voice says.

Wilford raises an eyebrow, but he decides to listen and raise his hand, coincidentally raising it in Emma’s direction.

Suddenly a voice was heard.

Boobies! I want some boobies! So squishy and soft! Just like mommy!

Wilford’s eyes widen.

What the hell was that!? He asks, bewildered.

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That was your hand. The system says. Just listen. Your whole body is speaking. The voice says.

Finally, some fucking food! Who the hell is in charge up there!? Don’t they know we could of died!? If I didn’t get food any sooner I would have killed someone!!

Damn, I finally got to taste a pussy. How glorious. Like velvet against my skin. Like rose petals. Smothered in rose petals… Hmm… So good…

Wilford’s eyes widen once more. “What the fuck.” He exclaims.

Emma looks over. “What was that, darling?” She asks.

God, that voice. So heavenly.

I want to taste her flesh. Get a real good bite.

I miss my mom.

Wilford’s eyes continued to widen before clearing his throat. “Nothing, babe. Just thinking about your body.” He says.

Emma lets out a chuckle. “Well, be patient. We have our whole lives before us. Before you, I didn’t know if I’d ever find love. My tastes are so weird, I doubted I could ever find a man who fit the criteria. Then, you came into my life. Fate really works in weird ways.” She says, sort of amazed at how her life was turning out. Emma was prepared to live life like a banshee or a succubus, stealing souls and the hearts of men to achieve her goals. Who knew she would ever find someone who could move her heart?

Wilford smiles. “As for me, I doubted I’d ever find any woman.” He says honestly.

Emma lets out a laugh. “Oh, babe. I love you.” She says.

“I love you too.” Wilford says.

Did you hear it? The system asks.

Wilford lets out a sigh. Yes. What the hell was that? You’re saying that’s my body? Why do they sound like demons? He ask, in doubt and if he was being honest, a little scared.

The system lets out a chuckle. Yes, that’s your body’s nature. To experience life as a person, as an individual, it’s essential for your base instincts to be selfish. That’s what a human is at its core, a little demon. But fortunately, it doesn’t stay that way. It can be built upon. Everything you think, everything your body does, is a prayer, it is a spell, it is magic. If you do good things, good things will happen to you. And if you do bad things… Well, you become lower on the world’s list of priorities… The system says.

Wilford winces. Damn. I just killed a man… Are you saying the world is now weaving a spell to harm me? He asks.

The system lets out a chuckle. The thing about the world, and the universe… It’s that it’s huge. What normal people think as shocking, as hateful or disgusting, are like ripples from the rain. There’s so many raindrops pouring from the clouds, and this world, it’s just a pond feeling the ripples. The voice explains.

Wilford shakes his head. But wouldn’t it be better if the world was a little nicer to me? He couldn’t help but ask.

Don’t be so preoccupied with doing good things. I’m the Dao of the Dirt system. I’ll only reward you if you practice the Dao of the Dirt. I have no need for good-willed nice-hearted people. If you want to follow the preordained template, to be a sheep following the crowd, that’s fine. But I’ll be leaving. The universe doesn’t have enough shit-raisers and I’m sure I’ll find a good seed somewhere. The system says without a care.

Wilford frowns. He couldn’t afford to have the system leave. The system was his way to his dream, towards riches and glory. He lets out a sigh. Fine. I’ll do as you say. He says, letting it go.