《A series of Transmigrated Misadventures.》Chapter 2: Defective Product
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The man opened his eyes and found himself in a wide expanse of white as far as the eye could see. I'm not dead? The man glanced around and then looked at himself, he was......well he didn't know what he was, except being immensely black he didn't know a thing, but according to the usual stuff that happens in novels this must be his soul body, wow his soul sure is dark. His (self-proclaimed) soul body seemed to have the same features he had in his original one.
[Initializing sequence....Host detected, host number #!*!* authorized to enter the task system sequence]
A cold and emotionless voice sounded out with no clear point of origin. The man looked around but found no one in the white expanse.
[Does host number #!*!* accept to enter the task system sequence?]
The man was silent for a while and wondered, wait, like a system that takes you to different worlds...,if it was it would be fun to mess around.
"What if I refuse?"
[Refusal to accept...end result soul termination]
"..."why do you even have an option to refuse? (-_-)
[Does host accept to enter task system sequence?]
The young man obviously wasn't going to refuse such a biased offer since his soul was on the line and if he said no, well he would truly cease to exist while the voice wouldn't give a shit and probably find someone else to fill the role.
"I accept."
[Host authorized to enter the realm network.....host being assigned the defec-....new system model K]
Did it just say defective?
The man saw a cube taking form right in front of his eyes from nothing but light, the light just started get more and more intense as the cube was getting bigger and finally it formed into a cube the size of an average adults head until the white light vanished and continued floating in the air.
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[*cough*cough* about damn time they let me out, how dare they stuff me in a fucking box why I outta beat the shit out of them for being so arrogant in front of me, oh why I ought to just.....]
The young man looked at the box with look of slight disappointment. Is this supposed to be a system, it feels more like a grumpy old man venting his frustrations.
"Ahem"
[..and then put em in a grinder huh.....]
The system and the man stayed silent looking at each other for a while making the atmosphere quite awkward.
[Ah host it's nice to meet , my name is coco, I will be your companion from now on]
"A companion in what?" I don't think I feel assured having you as a companion in anything.
[Host don't worry I'm quite capable and helpful, my previous host said that I was right before she died]
"Yes....capable...." fuck, why does it feel the voice is playing a prank on him by giving him this 'new modeled system'
The system ignored the look his host was giving it and went forward explaining his previous question.
[Host ,what you have entered is the realm network of the task system sequence, your job is to complete assigned task in different worlds related to different thing, sometimes they may be S -tier task related to fixing worlds or breaking them, I prefer breaking them though heh]
"What do you mean by breaking realms?"
[Well usually the laws get corrupted in some worlds and if they are beyond fixing the are exterminated .oh right Host would you kindly register your name, its just used for legal reasons...]
The man arched his brow but didn't ask what 'legal reason' meant " Zhang Fei , register it as Zhang Fei." He used the name in in his previous life, so he could remember his origins, since he was bounded to the system he would be travelling to many worlds and his memories would get blurred with the passage of time, he didn't have any sentimental attachments to his previous world anymore (except his books and fans T_T) and didn't mind forgetting about it but his name had a special importance to him.
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[aaaaand done, host do want to move to task world ?]
"Oh right I wanted to ask you why is my soul so black"
[Because you are a writer.]
"And what does that have to do with my soul being black?"
[I was getting there..... and as a writer whatever you write is the fate of various characters in the many worlds scattered through the realm network, and guess what happens to most of your characters?]
"Uh ..."
[They die miserably, and if that's not enough they also live miserably, sheesh do you know how many people's lives you fucked up, and I thought I was a sick bastard]
The man was a little surprised that whatever he had written was related to the reality of different worlds, he didn't know such a thing would happen otherwise he would have written some insane realities just for the fun of it, but still...
"......."it's not my fault I like to write realistic novels, and only are a bit sadistic, and besides not all my novels are like that, just most .
[Anyways the karma accumulated was no joke and since you were the main cause your soul was affected by the karma, and it will probably affect your luck in the worlds you enter.]
Fei frowned because even though he doesn't believe in things such as luck one can't be too cautious. if he could he would like to avoid the results of being a sadist. who knows whether he is unlucky enough to get hit by lightning as soon as he arrives.
'Is there a way to remove the effect of karma?"
[Yes]
Before Fei could open his mouth to speak the coco ruthlessly poured cold watered over his hopes.
[But you are too poor so you can't, but don't worry since you are a newbie ill suppress the effect of negative karma for a few worlds until you can buy the remedy, though it will cost a bit more]
Fei knew the system was probably talking about contribution points he had heard from his writer friend when they were discussing system novels , not that he has ever written one or read that many, so basically speaking he had to accumulate enough points to clean up his mess.
[Kay, host see ya in the next world ,buh bye]
"wai-"
Fei felt his vision going dark losing control of his soul body, and then blacked out
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