"The f*ck is this pip-squeak?" Nyx muttered with a scowl, staring at the reflection in the mirror. The kid staring back had soft features, messy dark hair, and a pair of dull blue eyes. Not bad-looking—kinda noble even—but definitely not him.
He blinked.
Still not him.
The last thing he remembered? Dying like roadkill in an alley, holding his guts like a broken burrito. And now... here he was. In some bougie-ass medieval room, dripping in gold trims and velvet curtains, like royalty just threw up on the interior design.
He rubbed his temple. "The f*ck is happening...?"
Then it hit—no, crashed into him. Like a mental nuke.
Pain exploded inside his skull. Nyx dropped to his knees, clutching his head, jaw clenched tight as his brain tried to leak out through his ears.
Memories. Emotions. People he never met. Places he'd never been. They rushed into him like a dam breaking—like someone was fast-forwarding through a stranger's life in 4K.
He lived the life of a young noble. The only son of a respected house stationed at the kingdom's borders—Eleanor, apparently. Nice parents. Loyal retainers. Small territory. Everything seemed... decent. Until it wasn't.
Until the kingdom dropped an arrest warrant on Daddy Dearest for 'colluding with the enemy.'
His old man resisted, like any prideful noble would. War broke out. The territory was crushed in days. His parents were executed in front of him. And the crown slapped a new noble on the land like nothing happened.
Merciful bastards let him live, though. Claimed they didn't believe in punishing children for their parents' mistakes.
Yeah. Sure.
The boy broke. Mentally shattered. Became a drunkard. Died pathetically in that same manor he now stood in.
That... was the previous Nyx.
Now?
"Huu..." Nyx exhaled, his breath fogging up the mirror. He stared hard into those borrowed eyes, as if trying to see through the soul behind them.
"F*ck... am I—"
[Ding~! Congratulations host, for awakening the *#¿!%# System!]
[Your friendly neighborhood spide—ahem* System! Here to help!]
Nyx blinked.
He stared.
Then blinked again.
A transparent blue screen floated in front of him like a bad joke. The letters sparkled like a tacky Vegas sign.
'System? Golden finger? What in the actual f*ck...?'
He'd read enough trashy webnovels during those quiet, soul-crushing nights to know where this was going. Reincarnation? OP cheats? Power leveling?
...Was this real?
"Hey. System?" he asked cautiously.
[Yes, Host? How can Daddy help you?] the voice replied, arrogant and smug as hell.
Nyx raised an eyebrow. "Am I seriously living in a f*cking cliché?"
[What, got a problem with that?]
"...huh?" That sass. That tone. Wasn't the system supposed to be helpful and robotic or something?
[Look. I was supposed to bind to your soul in your old world. But you died. And I kinda... got dragged here with you. So now we're stuck together, bitch.]
Nyx was silent.
"…Wait. You were supposed to give me powers back there?"
[No shit, Sherlock. You were due for a glow-up. But then you pulled a premature 'game over'. So now we're doing New Game+ in this crapfest.]
"...Is this bastard seriously f*cking with me?"
[Bitch, I'm your only golden ticket. Respect Daddy.]
Nyx massaged his temples. Hard. 'This is my cheat? This mouthy a**hole?'
[Oi. I heard that.]
"Screw it. What are your functions, Daddy Dearest?"
[Ding~! This Daddy lets you gain points to buy whatever the hell you want. Skills, stats, items—if you've got the points, I've got the goods.]
"Oh? What are points then?"
[System currency. Think of it like XP, but sassier. Earn 'em. Spend 'em. Enjoy 'em.]
"Any newbie gift packs?" he asked hopefully.
[You think this is a soup kitchen? Earn your keep, peasant.]
'My first wish is to punt you into the sun,' Nyx thought, glaring.
[Try me, bitch. I got firewalls.]
After the verbal brawl with the sassiest cheat in history, Nyx finally calmed down enough to assess his situation.
The manor was still standing. Small villa on the border, inherited after the whole 'parents dying horribly' event. Nothing fancy, but functional. A few gold coins. Two servants—Karl the butler and Rhea the maid. Loyal to his late father, and by extension, him.
Nyx paced by the window, thoughts spinning like a roulette wheel.
"F*ck it. Let's go with the flow." He looked up at the moon hanging in the night sky, glowing like a pale eye watching his every move. He smirked.
Whatever this world was... he had a second chance.
He wasn't gonna waste it chasing petty revenge for a man he never knew.
He looked at his reflection in the glass—cold eyes, crooked grin.
"Sorry bud," he muttered to the past self whose life he now wore like a suit. "But I'm not here to die again. I'm here to live."
[Damn. That was harsh.]
"And honest."
He cracked his knuckles. Time to rebuild. Time to rise.
Nyx wasn't here to play hero.
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Words from Nyx – Our MC
Yo.
You here? Damn, you actually continued?
Got guts, huh?
Well then, guess you're in for the ride. Let's stumble, fight, curse, and crawl through this shitshow together. Enjoy the chaos, the drama, and me trying not to lose it while babysitting a bitchy blue screen with a god complex.
Comment on the parts you liked. Or hated. Either way, I'll read it. What else am I gonna do? I'm stuck in this pixel-powered medieval hellhole.
Peace.
[Call me Daddy, bitch.]
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