Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha - Chapter 3: Work Woes

Son of a bitch! I just finished this godawful fantasy novel, and now I'm knee-deep in it – as David, the disgraced son of the Solarian Empire's top general! Talk about some twisted cosmic joke. But hold on a damn minute... maybe this isn't all bad. Armed with the knowledge of that trashy plot, I can become the ultimate shadow player, an overlord perhaps. Screw the damsel-in-distress harem too – it's time to pull the strings and become the real power behind the throne. This isekai might be a steaming pile, but I'm rewriting the ending with a little more... Debauchery (wink wink).

Bird and Magic represent an era when professional basketball became popular in the country of basketball, they made basketball so beautiful for the Flying Man, OK Dominance, James, Durant, Curry and more Foundation. Let all of them become billionaires with their own business empires and high social status. But if you go back 40 years, this is simply unimaginable.

The league is not popular, and the first man today is a crazy racist;

Bob Cousy’s perfect heir suffers from teammates’ jealousy and alcohol;

Has the most elegant pick basket in history, but also has the most incomprehensible personality in history;

There is a chance to be Michael Jordan, but his chaotic private life keeps him out of all possibilities;

The great white hope fell after the knee exploded;

Hongdo and Dr.J are unique idols, but one of them won too much and talked too little, and the other won too little and talked too much.

The slump of the 1970s continued. Violent conflicts, drug abuse, too many black people, excessive player salaries, and countless problems pushed this future worth tens of billions of dollars into a precarious situation.

Crisis is like a synonym for opportunity. The more sinister the situation, the more outstanding people will rise.

Let’s see how that guy from the future becomes the most special member in this era of shining stars.

He knew very well that when he won everything, everything was over.

The rest, only noise.

PS: If you are a fan of opening your mouth to save the NBA, this book may surprise you

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“What the fuck? What is going on? Have I completely lost it?”

As I stare panicky at the dot unable to decide what to do, the white dot disappears and a line of text appears in its place.

[Installing files. 1% done…]

As I watch the text in shock, the percentage gradually increases. […2%...3%...4%...]

I move to the living room in a zombie-like manner, too shocked to think clearly and lie down on the couch.

“Something is wrong with me; I think I finally lost my sanity…”

[…12%...13%...14%...]

Unable to affect the situation in the least, I stare dejectedly at the percentage increase, while my mind starts exploring the possible explanations. In the end, as the percentage hits 90%, I narrow it down to three possibilities.

The first possibility is that I am in fact still unconscious and this is all a product of my mind. I pinch myself and whimper at the pain, as in my nervousness I used almost all my strength.

Nope, the first is out.

The second possibility is that I have completely lost my mind and am suffering from delusions. Hmm, I cannot exclude this, but while possible, I don’t think that this is it. The only thing out of the ordinary is that fucking line of text.

The third possibility …

[Installation successful!]

The text disappears and a new message appears in my eyes…

The third possibility … is that I gained a system. I read the message with my mouth agape at the implications.

[Welcome user, to the Perverted Daddy System!]

Fuck…

In a world where humanity lives in suspended space, children undergo a fishing test when they come of age. Those with immaculate talents have the possibility of becoming great fishing masters.

In the endless sea, every life is imbued with a sacred mission. There are fish that can fly, turtles that have absorbed the worldly essence, and whales that can devour the heaven and earth… There are also countless fishers.

Fishing is an art.

There is an ancient saying: If you can’t fish, you might as well be bait.