From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 582: I’m Not the Host, So Why Am I Hearing His System? (Part One)

Micah stood frozen in front of the glass window, mouth slightly open, breath caught halfway in his throat. For a moment, he genuinely questioned his sanity. He wondered if something inside his skull had snapped. Maybe the burden had been too much for his mind to bear, or stress had finally fried what was left of his sanity.

Because, seriously, what the hell was that voice? Had he gone crazy?

A flat, cold mechanical voice echoed again, bouncing inside his head like someone had turned on a speaker in his brain.

"Protagonist’s assistant system activated... the target verified. Noas Lobart. 20 years old. The soul has successfully settled in the new body. Transmitting the content of the book into Host 8553."

Micah’s entire body turned rigid, like he had been carved out of stone on the spot. His fingers twitched at his sides. His pupils behind the glasses trembled.

Hey hey... why was the system bonding with someone else? And not with him? Then how the hell could he hear it? Was it even possible? Was there a glitch in the system?

Micah pressed a shaky hand against his forehead. Did God play a joke on him? Even if he could hear it, even if he began to hallucinate, at least make it he was the one with the system! Why was he so unlucky? Why did he hear voices from Noas’s inner mind? What’s next? Hearing the transmigrator’s voice?

Micah huffed inwardly, thinking even if he was mentally sick, delusional to hear the system’s voice, he couldn’t even be the protagonist in his own hallucinations! Someone else would have the system, not him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping the voice would vanish like a fading dream. Instead, another voice snapped through his mind. A man’s voice, annoyed, impatient and shameless.

"Ahhh, so noisy. Just tell me about this new mission."

Micah nearly choked on air. Another voice. He could really hear the transmigrator’s thoughts too!

Micah wanted to throw blood and be done with it. What mission? Had all those things in the novel he had dreamed were a bunch of nonsense? Had the universe changed the plot again without giving him a memo?

He felt like the genre of his life had flipped three times in one day. From modern romance, to thriller, to full-blown sci-fi with hallucination. He couldn’t keep up with it anymore. Wasn’t it supposed to be a cliché dogblooded reverse harem novel? What’s with the system?

Silas was still somewhere down the hallway. Micah had kept his back turned toward the man, but still, he couldn’t act rashly. He desperately wanted to get close to the patient and shake the young man awake, interrupting this bizarre bonding. But if he did, Micah was sure he would be put down as a lunatic.

The cold, robotic voice continued smoothly.

"Dear host, your new body is currently hospitalised due to head trauma. He is the younger brother of the Lobart family head, the new successor of the capital underground force, known as the dragon king. He possesses a timid personality and an inferiority complex due to his status as an adopted son. Please maintain the established persona."

Micah’s eyebrows shot toward his hairline. This hidden information...

The male voice scoffed. "Fine, fine. Don’t start nagging. Show me the story then. Who’s the protagonist this time?"

Micah’s hands curled into fists. Were they trying to target Darcy?

He swallowed hard, throat dry, temples throbbing. His heartbeat quickened as he waited for the answer.

The system continued in a monotone.

"Please proceed cautiously, Host. This world had been marked as SSS difficulty. Over a hundred previous hosts had failed to complete the mission. Due to repeated resets, the system power has been reduced to minimal capacity to just activate the basic mode. Previous redeem points can not be used in this world. After successful completion of the first simple mission, system functions will partially recover."

There was a long, dramatic pause from the host.

"How could this world be SSS? Are you joking? Isn’t it just a trashy smutty novel? How could it be difficult to deal with a bunch of paper characters whose heads were filled with R-19-rated nonsense?"

Hearing how this transmigrator was talking about them, Micah’s face reddened in anger so quickly he thought steam might puff out of his ears. What the hell was this asshole spouting? Trashy? With every second that passed, his impression of this transmigrator dropped rapidly.

Hello? He was with flesh and blood, had a mind of his own and real feelings. Same for Darcy, the actual protagonist! They were all living, breathing humans. What was the meaning of treating them as some two-D characters from a rubbish novel?

His fists clenched, trembling. He wanted to kick open the hospital door, drag that transmigrator out and fight him right there.

But he held himself back, using every willpower he could muster not to shout or move and gave himself away. Silas was still in the hallway, standing a few steps away. Not to mention, he didn’t want this system and transmigrator to sense him or realise he could hear them.

The conversation continued.

"Host 8553, please refrain from underestimating the mission. You previously requested a substantial amount of redeem points, which is why the system brought you to this world. All previous hosts attempted multiple approaches but failed to obtain the 100 per cent protagonist happiness value. They were eliminated, resulting in world resets."

Micah’s stomach dropped to his feet. Resets?

He felt cold all over. What kind of nightmare game had the universe been playing above their heads?

The host clicked his tongue.

"I get it. I get it. Stop talking. Just show me the book already."

Micah leaned forward instinctively, almost pressing his forehead against the glass window as if that would help him hear better, eagerly focused.

He was ready to catch any hint, desperate to prove that what they were talking about was different from the book he had dreamed. In the one, Darcy was the protagonist and he was the minor villain.

He strained to hear something, anything, but the system fell silent.

Completely silent.

Micah cursed in his mind. No, hey... don’t stop there! He shouted internally. What book? What mission? What plot? Finish your sentence!

But there was nothing. He couldn’t hear anything related to the plot.

He had lost the chance to figure out anything useful.