He blinked his eyes in confusion. He dumbly stares at his bleak and unmotivating surroundings.
Wow! He secretly exclaimed. Even if he despised the red color, however, a room in white is not a better choice either. It's reminded him of something unpleasant from his distant memories.
Wait! That's not the main point! He has already died, right? That damn sadistic bastard snapped his neck into two! He felt extreme pain before he loses his consciousness. Where is this place, anyway? A hospital? A morgue? Or a waiting room? But, room for what?
(This is a space boundary between the worlds.) A mechanical voice answered his question.
Ryan jolted in shock. His pupils constricted, languidly flickers every nook and cranny of the vast space.
"Someone is speaking? But, where? I don't see anyone here, though?"
(It's me, host, a system bounded to your soul. Look straight. I am in front of you.)
Ryan, while peeved, does look straight as the voice instructed. Who is talking to him? He dislikes the feeling of something gazing at him. And yet, he didn't see the culprit.
Ryan's line of sight fell on something indescribable? A weird creature, flaunting and floating in front of him. Its expressionless face irked him. Even so, he could perceive the elated sensation emanating from that thing. The creature, no, the system resembles a transparent energy ball? Or a white ball?
(I am System 398, serial number 2345168897. My official name is Change The Cannon Fodder's Fate. It's a pleasure to meet you, host.) The energy ball greeted him.
Ryan suddenly clasped both of his hands as his eyes brighten in realization.
"Oh, oh, I know this kind of thing! It always happened in the novel, something about transmigration and the system. Da Kyung had told me this piece of information before! She loved these stories and always forced me to read the novels she recommends. Is this true, then? I am not dreaming, right?"
(I can assure you, host, that this is a reality and you're not dreaming. First-)
"Forget about those boring introductions. Can I go back to my original world if I finished the missions provided?" Ryan hastily interrupted the energy ball's words. "I don't care about anything else. If you said you could, please proceed accordingly. If you can't, then I rather have my soul perish forever."
The energy ball looked at him with a blank expression. The glum on its round, squishy face is visible. This system hovers closer to Ryan, attempting to scan its host malfunction brain.
"Shouldn't you heard my explanation first, host? Are you sure to proceed just like this? What if I'm scamming you?)
Ryan eagerly shook his head.
"I don't care, and I don't want to know. If you wanted to explain, though, please simplify the words into one hundred words only. Not more, yet, it can be less. Hurry up. White Ball."
White ball?
Alas, this is the first time it meets such a weird host. Did it make a good choice or an awful choice? The energy ball, whose name inexplicably changed into White Ball, pondered for a while.
(You can be resurrected back into your original world if that is your wish. After you finished your missions and gathered enough points, you can choose that option. You will be world-hopping into many worlds and help the cannon fodder changed their miserable fates. Remember, if you succeed in your mission, you'll get the points and rewards. But, if you fail, there will be point deduction and punishment. Are you clear, host?)
"Yes, and you do a good job. I perfectly understood your explanation. Do I get golden cheats or something?"
(A beginner package:
3x Beauty Pills
3x Pain Relieving Pills
3x Antidotes for any kinds of Poisons
Perfect Mask: Perfectly hidden your emotional struggles whether you're in pain, sad, happy, or anything else and showcase a perfect and suitable expression according to the plots.
Initial points: 1000 pts)
"You're so nice, White Ball. Okay, enough chitchat, and let's go already. I have a debt to be repaid, and I rather settled it as soon as possible."
Looking at Ryan's eagerness, White Ball reluctantly begins the transferring process of the host's soul.
(Beginning the transfer process: Host's soul is transferred, in 3...2...1. Finishing the transfer process.)
Ryan, once again, lost his consciousness soon after.
***
Doctor Jackal, which is known as J, stared at the television blankly. He is completely losing his interest in the world after he killed Ryan.
The world, without a doubt, became more bleak and boring.
He lost his passion for the killing. Nothing out there can arouse his attention.
Ah, how he missed his toy so much.
(Good evening, Host.) A mechanical voice greeted J.
J is just staring at the fluffy and furry energy ball with a dumbfounded look. He didn't give any reaction regarding the system intrusion of his house. He scratched his head.
"Good evening, Blacky." He lazily replied. "Since you're fluffy and furry, please changed it into something more appropriate and pleasing to the eyes. You're pissing me off with your lack of anesthetic interest. Or, do you prefer for me to modify your appearance myself?"
Black energy ball shuddered.
(I will change myself into a cat. Is it okay?)
"Better than your original appearance. So, what are you? I can guess. Nonetheless, unless you offered me something extremely tempting for me to take, I might unceremoniously kick you out of my house."
(World domination?) Blacky suggested.
J rolled his eyes.
"Boring."
(Don't humans always had something that they wanted to fulfill? Any wish? I can help you achieved them as long as you agreed with my condition.)
"Any kind?" J's eyes gleamed with dangerous glints.
(Yes, host. Any kind.) Blacky affirmed its words.
"Then, I do want something," J replied with a chilling smile. "But, you will follow my condition. Understand?"
(...) The system felt that if it refused, its barely hanging life will be dissipated instantly. Blacky regretted approaching this human even though this host had a very rare qualification that it needs. (It depends on the situation...?)
J's glare became more intense.
"What?"
(...This system agreed wholeheartedly to the host's suggestion...) Blacky quickly changed its words.
"Good." J nodded his head in satisfaction. His lips are unconsciously tugging into a grin. "Then, let's begin."
"Freeze! Dropped your weapon and put your hands above your head right now!" Ryan instantly dropped his knees on the ground and raised his hands as instructed. Amidst this chaos, something caught his attention. There's a bloodied knife dropped beside him. His eyes widen in shock. What is that thing? What the heck is this situation? Ryan blinked his eyes again, redeeming the absurd sight he saw just now. Did he kill someone? The first time he was being transmigrated, he had, unfortunately, had been branded as a murderer by the police? "Seize him!" The same voice instructed. Hasty footsteps approached him, and someone forced him to lay above the dirty ground with both of his hands twisted behind his back. Two police officers wearing casual clothes apprehended him. Ryan is still in a dumbfounded state. He surveyed his surroundings, and his sight falls into a bloody figure of a young woman not too far away from him. The woman's eyes look li
Author/Note: ( )-System speaking { }-Ryan speaking *** (Host, the plots, and the missions...?) White Ball tried to probe the host's mental state. {Can we discuss this silly matter tomorrow? I'm currently having a mental breakdown.} Ryan replied irritatingly. He is glaring at the innocent system. (But, host-) {Oh, come on. Have some common sense, please?! I'm already dead! Now, I'm talking with a mechanical system and forced to do unimportant missions for a nobody! Right now, my self-esteem is in grave danger! For me, being branded as a killer had the same effect as anyone facing the zombies for the first time! Can you, at least, tried to understand m
Ryan tapped his finger on the wooden desk. The rhythm of the finger tapping is slow when his thinking is in its optimum state. But, when he's thinking is in a disordered state, or when Ryan is in a stress condition, the tapping becomes faster and annoyingly loud. This tic is one of Ryan's bad habits that he cannot stop even after his soul changes its body. From his face, people usually cannot guess what is the man is thinking. However, his close friend and his coworker can gouge how deeper his thought trailed on based on the tapping of his finger. Ryan's face frown in a deep concentration. He stared at the pictures of some women that scattered on the wooden desk with great interest. You must be assuming in your heart that he is contemplating something vital and worth anyone's attention
A tall and muscular young man dressed in a stylish grey coat sitting comfortably in a bustling cafe. The cafe which is situating in the middle of A city had been crowding with customers since morning. It is one of the most popular attraction spots of this busy city. Cafe Au Latte. This handsome young man is currently be admired by the other customers in the cafe, mainly by the women. They have been whispering nonstop while looking at him excitedly. "Oh my god! He is so handsome!" "He's a model, no, a celebrity! I will be his passionate fan and follow him on social media!" "If I asked, will he gave me his name and his phone number?" The man is
MC: Han Ryan(28) An honorable(self proclaim), and an outstanding police officer with the highest arrest rate in the country. He chased after a famous serial killer for ten years and almost caught him. In the end, he, unfortunately, was killed by the said killer. He is a very passionate man that loves his work( women come second after that). Antagonist: Doctor Jackal/ J A famous serial killer that killed many women and men in MC's original world. He still killed people even after bounded himself to a dark system. He is a cunning and sly villain and acted possessive towards his toy(the MC). ML: Derrick Lee(27) The team leader of Investigation Team 1 and a chief Inspecto
(Host, the Female Lead is here. In this world, you are the stepbrother of the female lead, Zhang Mian. You do remember. Right? I already give you the plots.) White Ball's eyeing Ryan suspiciously after the system saw him avoiding eye contact. (Host, seriously? You didn't read them?!) {Why should I care about that green tea bitch anyway? If she wanted the heir position so much, she should improve her knowledge and work harder to prove her charms and good points. With this level of intelligence, no wonder their father ignored his legitimate daughter and focused more on his talented son. A jealous person is pitiful. They always blamed other people for their shortcomings. Don't they realized
Grandier Hotel. Room 3448(VIP Suite). Ryan looked at the trembling girl with an icy glare. He felt no pity for her, just repulsive contempt. Zhang Mian tried to diminish her sense of presence in the hotel room. Her torn and tattered white dress is hanging pitifully on her exposed body. Ryan ignored her miserable crying. Since he knows the pompous girl deserved it, he didn't felt the need to appease and coax her. "Father should know this matter," He indignantly said. "I think he's on the way here." Zhang Mian choked on her sobbing. "Older brother, please, no! Daddy will be angry and punish me severely for this!" She pleaded while in tears. "So, what is wrong with that?" Ry
Recap of the previous chapter. The meeting between the main character and Zhang Long. What is happening for them to meet in the hotel room? Did Zhang Mian do something improper to her stepbrother, which leads to her miserable ending? And, Ryan mentioned something about drugs. Did Zhang Mian drug him? Let's turn back the time to ten hours before the predicament took place. *** Ten hours ago, Zhang Wei's house. Ryan reads the message given by Jin Wei [in case you forget, Jin Wei is the bodyguard that served Zhang Wei. He is mentioned in chapter 8] for the third time. He looked at the expressionless system. With multiple creases appeared on his forehead, Ryan said in an adamant voice.
*Warning. Read at your own risk. Slight mature content. There were only three people inside the living room. Ryan and Hu Zhi Ming sat side by side on a big sofa while the house's owner sat on a single couch. He invited them for a drink. Two sets of tea were prepared in advance and placed in front of them. The steams were visible to the naked eyes. The sweet aroma of Chamomile tea dispersed in the air inciting saliva to drool. Ryan felt his throat parched. Before he knew it, he had already taken the cup and sipped out the content with gusto, completely forgotten that the tea was hot and steaming. Ryan coughed out and miserably spitting out the liquid. "Ah-Feng!" Hu Zhi Ming was a step too late in stopping him. He never realized that the man was too thirsty. He was oblivious of Feng Zheng's condition and unaware of his need. Hu Zhi Ming and Ryan were constantly moving for two hours, leaping up and down from one tree to another, before reac
They arrived in a secluded village, deep inside the mountain and surrounded by lush bamboo trees. The entry to the village is well-hidden behind the thick blanket of nature as cobwebs hang from one beam to another, creating the illusion of an abandoned city. Wild and long grasses covered the pathway, almost reaching their knees. It is a hassle to cross over the pile of over-grown weeds to step a foot on someone else's house. At first glance, the village seemed forsaken by humans. No sane people wished to stay inside a gloomy and deserted place, particularly one that lacked sunlight. The smell that wafted around was a bit disturbing. The incense smell was not the one that someone put inside the bedroom to help themselves fall asleep. Instead, it was the one used to make an offer to the dead. The thick and hazy smokes made their sight blurry and hazy. The scent induced numbness, causing Ryan to paralyze momentarily. He fell into a trap. He blinked his eyes multiple times, but what h
Ryan's heart was palpitating.The exhilarating feeling made him numb from shock, and he almost let out an excited squeal subconsciously.Ryan enjoyed this blissful moment.The world around him seemed to be in a frozen state, and the time had stopped moving.What kind of dream was this?He mindlessly pinched his cheek and flinched.The pain is real. The possibility of sleepwalking was not feasible. Ryan could no longer differentiate between reality and fantasy.No dream could be as realistic as the one he experienced right now.To think that such an unbelievable thing occurred to him right now had made him doubt himself.For sure, his soul had transmigrated into someone else's body. He also transmigrated into a world different from his modern setting world.Can anyone believe him?He was flying. He was indeed flying!It was memorable to mention such an absurd thing
No way. Is Long Yuan, Jihun? Ryan's clutched over Hu Zhi Ming's arm tightened. He had a war within his mind, redundant messy thoughts overflowed like a broken dam, and he started to doubt his instinct. Impossible. Such a thing is frightening! Hold on. Calm down. You needed to calm down first. He might be imagining it. Ryan tried to appease himself. All of this is an illusion. And a bad one at that. But, how could he accept that hoax when his subconscious reaction had told him otherwise. No matter how he tries to deny it, he cannot lie to himself. It was similar. It was the same feeling he got every time he and Jihun had their moment of encounter. There's no mistake about it. What kind of feeling does he get from this man? The answer is simple. It was the dreadful sensation he frequently felt when he went to stop Jihun's madness. It was so similar that he felt goosebumps all over his body. It was like
"Why did you cry?" Feng Zheng is crying, like a child, his eyes glistened with tears, and there's a trace of grievances within those wet pupils. Seeing him like this caused Hu Zhi Ming's steel heart to soften. "I'm sorry. Please don't cry." He was distressed when he saw Feng Zheng's grief-stricken eyes.He never once saw him cry miserably as this, not even when the late Emperor and Empress passed away. Right now, these heart-wrenching cries sounded very sorrowful, as if the whole world had wronged him.Feng Zheng curled even further, deliberately avoiding any skin contact with him. If he can drill himself into the sofa, bury himself inside it and never come out, he would like to do that. Nevertheless, he couldn't.Hu Zhi Ming felt perturbed. He didn't know where to put his restless hands. Hu Zhi Ming wanted to coax and console him and drive the misery away from Feng Zheng's heart. Yet, he is unable to do that. The victim refused him, evading his touch and affect
The end of the flashback.Ryan wanted to vomit on the spot. He felt dirty. As if his body got covered by the filth that stubbornly stuck on his body no matter how hard he scrubbed it.The original had stayed pure for his fiancee, believing in the beauty prospect of marriage. Yet, his innocence got robbed from him in the hands of a beast disguised in human skin. His dream, ruthlessly shattered to pieces like a broken mirror.For him, sex is nothing because every human has needs and desires. It's a human's basic instinct. But with the consent from both sides. If one side is unwilling, it will result in rape. He despised rape. He had seen many scenes in which all the victims had forced themselves to the verge of insanity. Some even committed suicide.Out of nowhere, Ryan felt something creeping from below to upward, starting from his toes. The unpleasant sensation crawled all over his skin, eliciting goosebumps to erupt. And, the tidal of turbulent emotions
*Mention of rape and suicide. Read with caution. Ryan curled on the sofa, both knees and arms folded in apprehension. He resembled a wounded animal who had been preyed on by a predator and forced to some corner, desperately protecting his dear life. He evaded Hu Zhi Ming's eyes and looked pensively to the floor. For a moment, he gave an impression of a wronged child that just got scolded by his parent. Hu Zhi Ming's eyes darkened. He cornered the petite man until his back hit the back of the sofa, caged in between his two strong arms that heavily pressed onto the armrests. He didn't leave any exit for Feng Zheng to retreat. If he left even one opening, Feng Zheng would treacherously avoid him again, and then, they will face the same stalemate. Feng Zheng su
Both of them tacitly move to the area behind the partition.Ryan's eyes swept over the tall man that obediently followed him like a chick trailing behind the mother hen. He said nothing but his burning gazes made his scalp numbed.Aigoo, if the look could kill, he might be underway to his death right now. Those scorching stares could even melt the hard steel into a puddle of liquid. That's how intense his gazes was.Can you stop looking at him like that?! Had it been Senior Su in front of him right now, he would already stab this person's eyes! He might even gauge the eyeballs out!However, the main point is he did not know him despite the man having the same face as his senior. He better put an appropriate distance between them before deciding what to do next.Overall, the man identically resembled Su Tae Hyung. The only difference was the color of his eyes, which gleamed with a luster of a gem, as beautiful as the blue sapphire stone. And, unlike
Ryan is sitting crossed-legs on the big bed. With his folded arms and he tilted his head, drowning and musing himself with an endless stream of questions without answers. He lifted his head and once again surveyed this unfamiliar bedroom. Where is this place? Did he transmigrate? Or was this merely a dream, and he was the only premier spectator? Even so, how come the dream setting is so realistic? That he doubted his five senses and kept pinching his thigh to force himself awake. Inevitably, he rubbed his bruise's thigh with a sullen expression. The skin is too delicate and fragile-looking, like a porcelain doll. Judging from his expensive outfit, lavishly furnished bedroom, and his exquisite appearance, he didn't think this original body's identity was a simple one. Was he a young master from a prominent and distinguished family? Also, why couldn't he unlock the hidden memories that lay safely within his mind? The memories are just within his grasp.