Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash-Chapter 8- The End

[...You really took my words seriously?]

'Of course I did, fucker!' As I heard the System speaking as if it was just getting around when I was about to die from so much blood loss, I clenched my jaws and slammed my hand on the floor, clearly feeling the pain and the irritation caused by this useless trait.

Having zero ego myself, and forget about self-respect—it definitely wasn't worth more than my own life.

Of course, not that I was going to forget this particular moment caused by this system, but first, I needed to save my life.

[Check your shop]

'....'

I opened the Mirror Shop inside the System, breath shallow, limbs barely responsive.

'!'

And there it was.

A tail.

My tail.

White, furred, unmistakably mine—coiled neatly at the top of a pile of 25,000 gold coins.

My eyes widened.

'What the hell is my tail doing there?' I muttered, almost disbelieving.

Then it clicked.

The System had features like adding skills or items I touched to the Mirror Shop—back when I jumped from the cliff, and soon after got my tail severed by an energy slice and grabbed it, it had disappeared at that time.

Now it was clear it had been added to the Mirror Shop.

But at this time, when I was clearly dying, with my dick completely severed and blood loss nearly killing me, while my whole mind was being burned by the pain assaulting my senses, this System—after making me call it daddy—gave me this tail.

'Rotten CPU, you want me to attach that tail in place of my dick?!"

[Definitely a good idea, but no. I need you to be healthy for my own life.]

'....I see.' A grin slowly crept across my face as I caught my forehead on the floor, realizing it had just revealed its weakness. Without me, if I were to die, it would too. Though of course, one thing was clear—the pain of death would be too intense for me to choose it, just like now when I wasn't even dead yet.

However, knowing at least the System's weakness was more than enough to give me peace. It felt better.

I knew exactly what to do with this piece of shit.

[Inspect that item before you die, Host]

'Ah, yes.'

I complied.

I had to save my life and then deal with this freak accordingly in the future.

The moment I did, a panel flickered open beside the image of the tail. A list of properties showed up, cold and clinical:

> Item: Severed White Dragon Tail (Mixed Breed)

Status: Preserved

Trait: High Regeneration Factor

Affinity: Bio-compatibility – 99.8%

Integration Capability: Adaptive Morph-Tissue

Special: Accelerates healing when eaten

'....I ain't eating that shit.' It didn't take me more than a few seconds to reach the conclusion that I wasn't going to eat my own tail. It was beyond nonsense, no matter how effective it was.

The sheer absurdity of the story was that I couldn't remember any story or anime in my entire life where the MC, after transmigration, got his dick cut off and then had to eat his own tail.

Forget being unique—it's rare to even be made into a story. Most probably, readers would curse the author before dropping the book midway.

Who even likes a simp MC?!

[Then die]

'...Can't I cook it?'

[No such features—though you can get one in exchange for the OP ability I was about to give as your first reward.]

'!?'

'Now I see.' It didn't take me long to realize the System was using its brain to manipulate me into making a decision that made me sacrifice the thing it wanted to reward me with—something it had previously mentioned, like giving me a maid and an ability.

Born out of an egg, doing backflips, only to get my tail cut off, and then waking up to have my dick cut off.

That was what happened until now. But looking at the System, which was clearly trying to play mind games, it just ruined my whole intro.

For good—the hero's entrance—I looked more like a side character.

'Fine, give me.' However, every dog has its day. And when mine comes, this System bitch is going down.

[Reward Bestowed: Revolt of Culinary Sin – SSS-Rank Skill Unlocked]

> Trait: Anything you cook turns sinfully delicious, regardless of ingredients, depending on gold coins you invest in it.

Special Ability: Flavor Override – Even a rock, when cooked by you, can become a delicacy beyond mortal understanding if you invest sufficient gold coins.

Price of Each Use: 10,000 Gold Coins

Boosting Price: Each taste boost costs a multiplier (e.g., twice the taste costs twice the gold).

'...Scamming bastard.' Even though seeing the rank of the skill written so high made it appear overpowered—and definitely, it was. These were the classic cooking skills an overpowered guy gets to live an idle life in a fantasy setting.

Clearly pointing toward my life being peaceful in the upcoming days. But for now, as I saw the mention of gold coins and the pricing, it felt like a big scam, where the System was paying too much attention to clearly rob me of my money.

"Haah... shit, make it tasty—five times... fuck, ten times!" As I felt my head colliding with the floor, clearly about to lose consciousness at any moment, I swiftly said, 'Shocked,' and felt my eyes growing heavier.

Before I could even process what the hell was happening, the damn tail—my tail—vanished from the shop window.

I blinked.

And then—slap—it dropped right into my mouth.

"Gah—!" My jaw clamped down by instinct. I gagged instantly, my whole body recoiling like I'd just bitten into raw sewage. The coarse fur scraped my tongue.

I could feel the faint, greasy warmth of my own blood still sealed into the flesh, a disgusting mix of familiarity and horror.

This was from my ass. Literally. From behind me. Attached to my spine.

I almost puked. My teeth sank into the skin, and a soft crunch popped through as if I'd bitten into cartilage.

My eyes squeezed shut so hard it felt like my skull might cave in.

Shame, pain, disgust—it all boiled in my throat like bile. I wanted to die. I would've chosen death if this tail wasn't my last damn hope.

Then—

BOOM

Flavor.

My brain short-circuited.

My eyes shot open, wide as saucers.

If someone had smacked a ten-thousand-volt line into the back of my head, the jolt couldn't have been stronger.

The taste exploded like I had just bitten into god's favorite dish.

Warm, buttery juice slid across my tongue like golden lava—sweet, savory, smoky, and silky all at once.

The fur, which should've made me retch, melted down into something like toasted marshmallow skin, crackling and dissolving into a crisp shell.

Underneath, the meat was insanely soft, rich like the perfect wagyu beef, but with this mystical spice that curled into my nose and brain like divine incense.

There was a creamy tang hidden deep inside, something like caramel and roasted bone marrow drizzled with truffle oil and touched by lightning.

I didn't even chew—I just felt my teeth sink through the meat like it was whipped butter molded into flesh.

It didn't make sense.

It was wrong.

And yet—

'Cut this scene, dumbass Author! It's ruining my image!'

to be continued.....