When the Fracture tore open gates across America, the awakened became humanity's new aristocracy. 

They cleared dungeons, leveled up, and built platinum-tier empires while the rest of the world watched from the sidelines.

Jace Monroe wasn't watching, he was dying.

Transmigrated into the body of an overweight lottery winner at San Nicolas Academy, he woke up with 72 hours to live and a system that made one thing very clear: survival wasn't about combat skills or mana capacity.

It was about milking awakened women for their essence.

The Divine Milking System doesn't care about his rank, his reputation, or the fact that everyone at the academy sees him as a "Scratch-Off" destined to wash out. It only cares about one metric: how many women he can convince to trust him, bond with him, and let him extract their power.

Every cup of essence extends his lifespan. Every ability he steals starts at the lowest rank but scales with points. And every woman who becomes his "Cow" brings him one step closer to surviving in a world designed to chew him up and spit him out.

But San Nicolas Academy is a social warzone where guild heirs, international prodigies, and ruthless competitors will do anything to climb the ranks. And Jace? He's got 270 pounds, zero combat experience, and a system that demands he seduce his way to the top.

To survive the academy, he'll need to master more than dungeon tactics and mana theory.

 He'll need to build a harem, steal their powers, and prove that even the biggest underdog can milk the system for everything it's worth.
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The System notification bloomed gold at the edge of my vision.


Target: Addison Baxter (Rank #27, Silver House)


Note: Ability already exists in Library. Duplicate detected. No additional copy created. Existing \[Reaper's Edge\] retained at Copper Rank.


LIBRARY STATUS: Total Abilities: 5 (unchanged)


I lay on my back on the teacher's desk beside Addison, both of us staring up at the drop-tile ceiling and its magnificent fluorescent lighting. The math equations from this morning's pre-calculus class were still visible on the whiteboard in the corner. Someone had drawn a dick on the margin. Quality education.


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