Neon pink and electric blue light washed over the damp pavement of Neo-Eroldia's central park. Rain had stopped minutes ago, leaving the air smelling of heavy ozone and wet asphalt. Walking among the towering glass skyscrapers, Tobi kept his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Women walked past him, their posture straight, their eyes sharp with the effortless dominance of their gender. Every single one of them was a masterpiece of genetics—flawless skin, toned limbs, and a cold air of superiority. Since the genetic shift of 2026, men had become a rare, overlooked minority in a world run by these stunning elites. Being a young man in this matriarchal paradise meant being practically invisible, a mere statistic to be ignored. Inside his chest, a deep, hollow ache flared, a familiar hunger for someone to actually look at him. All his life, he had been bypassed, treated like a fragile piece of background furniture. Suddenly, a strange warmth bloomed behind his breastbone, spreading outward like liquid gold. A translucent blue box materialized in his field of vision, hovering in the damp air. *System initialized,* a mechanical voice echoed in his head. *Skill Creation interface online. State your desire.* Stunned, Tobi stopped near a glowing holographic fountain, staring at the glowing text. He blinked, wondering if he was finally losing his mind from the sheer isolation. "Is this... real?" he whispered, his heart taking a sudden, erratic leap. Looking toward a nearby levitating bench, his eyes locked onto two identical young women. They were East Asian twins, wearing matching silver cyber-dresses that hugged their full, perfect curves. Their long, raven-black hair fell over their shoulders, framing faces of absolute, icy perfection. Laughing quietly, they swiped through holographic screens on their wrist-comms, completely ignoring him. Desperation flared in his gut, instantly mixing with a sudden, wild spark of curiosity. He wanted them to look at him with hunger, to need him more than their next breath. "I want to control their minds," Tobi thought, his imagination catching fire as he focused on the system prompt. His thoughts raced as he visualized a power that would break their cold, superior defenses. Instantly, his mind began to spin, weaving concepts together with a sudden, terrifying ease. *Skill Created: Inner Voice (Rank E) - Project commands directly into the target's subconscious.* Another prompt flashed right after, glowing with a sensual pink hue. *Skill Created: Sexual Arousal (Rank D) - Instantly spike target libido to maximum, focused on the user.* A third prompt appeared: *Instant Conviction (Rank C) - Every word spoken carries absolute, undeniable truth.* Heart hammering against his ribs, Tobi stepped toward the twins, his gaze locked on them. One of them, her silver collar flashing with a soft blue light, finally glanced up. Her dark eyes narrowed with mild annoyance at his approach, her lips curling in a light sneer. "Can we help you, boy?" she asked, her voice dripping with casual dismissiveness. Tobi smiled, feeling a sudden, intoxicating rush of power warming his veins. Focusing his mind, he activated *Inner Voice* and spoke directly into their heads. *Look at me,* his mental voice commanded, deep and echoing inside their minds. Both girls gasped simultaneously, their bodies stiffening as if hit by a mild electric shock. Their pupils dilated instantly, the cold arrogance in their eyes melting into confusion. Tobi activated *Sexual Arousal*, imagining a wave of heat washing over them. Flush rose rapidly up their pale necks, painting their cheeks a deep, bruised crimson. Heavily, they began to breathe, their chests rising and falling rapidly under the tight silver fabric. "What... what are you doing?" the second twin gasped, her hand clutching her collarbone. Her thighs pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other as an intense, sudden heat pooled in her core. Leaning down, Tobi brought his face only inches from theirs. "You want me," Tobi said, utilizing *Instant Conviction* to lace his words with absolute authority. "My touch is the only thing that can satisfy this sudden, burning hunger inside you." Liquid heat seemed to explode within them at his words, shattering their remaining self-control. Whimpering, the first twin reached out, her manicured fingers trembling as she grabbed his jacket. "Please," she whispered, her voice husky, completely stripped of her previous haughty attitude. "I... I don't know what's happening, but I need you. Please touch me." Beside her, her sister was already panting, her gaze locked onto his lips with desperate hunger. Shivers ran down Tobi's spine, a wave of pure, euphoric validation washing over him. He was no longer invisible; he was their entire world, the sole object of their desperate desire. Gently, he brushed his fingers against the first twin's cheek, watching her eyes flutter shut in ecstasy. "Not yet," Tobi murmured, pulling back with a playful, teasing smirk. "Remember my face, girls. You'll be dreaming of me." Leaving them flushed, panting, and clutching the bench in desperate frustration, he turned and walked away. Thrill surged through his veins as he navigated the crowded streets, his mind reeling from the possibilities. He had spent his entire life being treated like a ghost, but now, he held the keys to their minds and bodies. --- High-tech sirens cut through the night air, their harsh, rhythmic wailing echoing off the metal walls. Tobi ducked into a narrow, dimly lit alleyway, hoping to avoid the patrol hover-cars. Heavy, synchronized footsteps sounded behind him, echoing against the damp brick and metal. Spinning around, his heart leaped into his throat as three figures stepped out of the shadows. They were elite Enforcers of the World Matriarchy Council, their presence radiating lethal authority. Wearing black, skin-tight carbon-fiber armor that accentuated their powerful, athletic builds, they looked terrifying. Each of them carried a heavy, crackling kinetic stun-baton, the blue electricity illuminating their cold faces. "Halt, unregistered male," the leader commanded, her voice amplified by her helmet's vocal modulator. Her visor glowed a fierce, intimidating red as she locked her target lock onto his chest. "You are in violation of the Global Security Act. Submit to processing immediately." Tobi backed up, his sneakers splashing in a puddle of oily, neon-lit water. Behind him, the other two Enforcers flanked him, cutting off his only escape route. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as his back pressed against the freezing alloy wall of a building. Panic flared, hot and sharp, threatening to choke him as he realized his helpless situation. These women didn't see him as a human; they saw him as property, a stray to be locked away. "Don't make this difficult," the leader sneered, stepping forward with her stun-baton raised. "We will not hesitate to use force. Your compliance is mandatory." Desperation clawed at Tobi's chest, his mind screaming for a way to survive, to escape this cage. *I can't let them take me,* he thought frantically. *I need a skill to pass through them.* Instantly, his mind rewired reality once more, the blue prompt flashing violently in his eyes. *Skill Created: Phantom Mirage (Rank B) - Temporarily phase your physical body out of the physical plane.* Grinning coldly, the leader lunged forward, swinging her heavy stun-baton directly at his shoulder. Blue sparks flew as the weapon sliced through the air, carrying enough voltage to drop a bull. Tobi flinched, closing his eyes as he braced for the agonizing impact. Nothing happened. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw the crackling baton passing directly through his chest. His body was flickering like a holographic projection, semi-transparent and glowing with a soft blue light. "What in the world...?" the leader gasped, her confident sneer instantly melting into absolute terror. She swung again, her baton passing harmlessly through his neck without meeting any resistance. Shocked, the other two Enforcers rushed forward, trying to grab his arms, but their hands slipped through. They stumbled over each other, their faces pale with a sudden, primal fear of the unknown. Realizing his lifetime of being ignored was finally over, Tobi let out a low, breathless laugh. He stepped forward, passing straight through the leader's armored body like a ghost. She shivered violently, her teeth chattering from the unnatural cold of his phased form. Sprinting out of the alleyway, Tobi ran into the neon-lit streets, his heart pounding with pure adrenaline. Behind him, the panicked shouts of the Enforcers faded into the distance. As Tobi slips away, his vision flashes crimson with a system prompt: 'Warning: Skill Creation has registered your physical signature on the global matriarchal mana-grid. Trace initiated.'

Chapter 1: The Last Playground Opened