[GOOD MORNING!]
[GOOD MORNING!]
[GOOD MORN—
I tried to rip my ear off.
It would soon become food for Raine if that shitty system did not shut up.
[Don't worry, it won't come off, heh]
Why isn't there a knife in the room?
[Even if you cut it off!]
Huh!
[Once you wear me, you can't take me off]
Even when I bathe?
[Even when you bathe!]
I'm calling child protection.
[There is none in this world]
I'm calling Ella.
[You would have to explain a lot to her]
I'm not calling Ella.
[I thought so!]
It shone bright, like the sun's rays that crept into the room.
[Let's exercise!]
I took a pillow and suffocated my left ear.
[I won't die like that!]
Then how would you die?
[By defeating the Demon Queen]
I pinched my ear, got out of bed, and took a notebook from my desk.
I'm out to kill the demon queen
Please come help me
XOXO
Lucas
[Are we going to defeat the Demon Queen?]
Yes.
[Great, you are going to die. I'll prepare the immortality system]
I stopped in my tracks.
Won't my plot armor protect me?
[It would probably kill you! Heh!]
Are you that angry about being in the damn drawer?
[Yes]
[Now you can live without any plot armor]
And I still have to kill the Queen?
Why me?
I hit the wall.
Bad choice. Hand hurts now.
Fuck.
[Heh! This is what happens when you don't listen to elders!]
I pinched my ear and stretched it.
[You can't hurt me!]
Are you sure you are old? You act younger than my body!
[Of course!]
I don't believe you!
[I am a thousand-year-old God!]
So young…basically a baby?
Pathetic!
[I am not pathetic! You are!]
I am, but so are you.
[HOW DARE YO—
Is the little baby going to throw a tantrum?
So cute.
[I'm going to set a timer!]
To cry over that burn?
[No, if you don't kill the demon queen by the end of the timer? The world ends!]
Good for me.
[Why did I choose you?]
Hmm…I wonder why, system, you know what I'm going to call you? Fury!
[Huh! Are you naming me? Really–
It was my old dog's name.
[I hope the Demon Queen kills you]
Me too.
I snickered.
By the way, if you are a God, why are you a system? And could you not defeat the demon or whatever on your own?
[It's a business]
Huh?
[There are higher Gods, we broadcast the chosen ones' lives to them. The one who gets the most views is turned into a human or a God according to their wishes!]
That was a huge info dump!
If this were a novel, it would definitely flop.
[We mostly are!]
[All I got to broadcast was the drawer—damn you]
I whistled.
I am going back to sleep.
[It's 6 in the morning—
So?
What should I do?
Sun dance?
[Useless!]
You are the same as me!
[How?]
I don't know, damn you!
I walked back to my room.
And the moment I got on the bed—[Did you, did you know!]
I got off the bed.
Silence.
On the bed.
[That love was a flavor]
Off.
…
On.
[A very spicy flavor]
Why did I ever put on that cursed earring?
And I sat on the bed in defiance, listening to a shitty song.
And when Martha came to my room to wake me up.
She screamed and touched my forehead. "You don't have a fever—diarrhea? Are you dying by any chance?"
"Yes, Martha, I am dying, and love is a very spicy flavor." I said, and she stared at me confused, as though I was speaking British.
Martha slowly backed away to the door and ran screaming about someone being possessed.
Surely, not me.
[Love is like chili powder,
Love is paprik–]
Is immortality activated yet?
[No, I decided it was not worth it on you]
Good.
I got out of bed.
I looked back at my room—you will be missed, dear bed.
And I walked to the balcony.
Breathed some fresh air.
And I tried to jump.
Keyword: tried.
Ella caught me.
And she yelled at me.
Her grip was tight, almost as though she was sure, sure that if she let go, I would disappear.
I don't know what she was saying.
I could not understand a word.
All I could focus on was the building glaze in her eyes.
As though she would care if I had died.
Why would she?
I am nothing in the grand scheme of things.
I am just money to her.
I am nothing.
I hate that I'm remembering all this.
That shitty earring.
I looked at Ella, and she looked at me, at my face. Maybe she was looking for the real Lucas.
That's the one that Ella cared about.
Don't believe in others, unless you want to die every day.
Because it is only betrayal if there is trust.
And I think I can carry the burden of betrayal if it's for people I met three weeks ago.
Because I trust them.
Because I don't know.
I want to be loved.
So I'll always choose the path with pain.
Because Ella's grip never weakened.
I smiled at Ella and whispered, "Love is a spicy flavor, but I like it regardless."
"Young master, I don't speak in cryptids," she smiled.
I wiped her tears.
She let me.
After a pause, I said, "I was just pretending to fall off the—"
"Not all of your jokes are funny, young master," Martha spoke, her words sharper than anything she had spoken before.
Ella stood up and sighed.
"Young master, actions like this and your balcony would be covered!" Ella said, wiping the remaining tears.
"Yes, ma'am!" I did a salute.
And they both walked away.
I breathed.
My ear turned warm, and Fury buzzed.
[WOW!]
Stop screaming in my ears!
[Your broadcast got 1k views already!]
Of course it did—my life's a movie!
[More like a tragedy!]