The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 149: DNA Betrayal

When Juwon realized what he had just said, the whole flower was metaphorically falling apart.

This wasn’t right. Why—why—had he sing along with the stranger again?! What the hell was wrong with his traitorous DNA that refused to be controlled?!

So seriously—what was going on here?!

Internally, Juwon was in a complete frenzy, but he didn’t dare show even a hint of it on the outside.

He still had no idea what this stranger’s purpose was, and he was terrified that even the slightest movement might accidentally give something else away.

Don’t ask him why—just blame it on fear.

Although he was timid as a mouse and quiet as a chicken, he was still very much the kind of person who acted tough only in his own territory.

[ System! System! System! System! SYSTEM!!! ]

[ Are you there? Are you there? I know you’re there, don’t you dare play dead on me! What the hell is going on right now?! You said I was the only transmigrator on this world! So what’s happening now?! If I didn’t mishear, the thing that guy just said—it’s a song only people from earth would understand, right?! RIGHT?! You better give me an explanation, or I swear I’ll smash that complaint button and write a ten-thousand-word report to file against you!!! ]

But the poor system who is now being violently threatened by its foolish host, had absolutely no energy left to respond.

Filing a complaint was the least of its worries right now.

Because everything that had just happened hadn’t only left Juwon dumbfounded—it had also left the system itself in complete shock.

In the half-year since taking this job, nothing had ever happened that exceeded its comprehension to this degree.

It really wanted to tell its host to please stop frantically pinging it in his spiritual sea—because it was currently doing the exact same thing to its own supervisor, while also bombarding the main system with endless question mark.

All it could do now was hope that either its boss or the main system would quickly give it a perfect explanation to pass along, because seriously—it had no clue what to say to its host anymore.

There was no talking their way out of this.

The system really wanted to cry.

Meanwhile, Juwon had no idea that his bound system was currently mentally collapsing.

Driven by panic, he failed to notice the tangled mess of data chains deep within his spiritual sea, and of course, remained unaware that his system was also in a total state of breakdown.

[ System? Please don’t pretend you’re offline—this is seriously terrifying! ]

The system, completely worn out by the nonstop harassment, finally responded after a long pause.

[ Dear host, you’re calling the system, but the system doesn’t really know how to handle this either~ Dear host, you’ve grown up now~ And grown-up children must learn to be self-reliant~ ]

Juwon: "..."

Don’t think that just using a customer service voice can cover up your guilty conscience!!!

Since even the system had now fully given up on the situation, Juwon questioned why he was still in such a panic.

[ Dear~ even if you call me "dear," it won’t solve the problem~ Do you see that complaint button over there? Dear, have you noticed how white and round that little complaint button is~? ]

As if saying "dear" was some kind of unattainable skill.

The system, now both sarcastic and passive-aggressively threatening: "..."

Normally arrogant and self-important, the system—even when being treated this way—didn’t dare confront its explosive host directly before receiving a reply from its supervisor or the main system.

System Rulebook Lesson Three: "Know when to pick your battles."

The system had graduated that class with full marks.

Feigning death was a long-standing tradition in the system industry.

Aside from that earlier line, no matter how much sarcasm Juwon threw at it, the system remained dead silent.

Left with no better option, Juwon could only temporarily halt his verbal assault on it.

To be honest, Juwon’s current mood was one of confusion and disorientation.

Back when he signed the contract with the system, he had carefully studied its terms and conditions.

To this day, one clause remained etched into his memory, Clause 85: After confirming the world the host is transmigrated to, the system guarantees that the host will be the only transmigrator in that world. There will absolutely be no second transmigrator. Should one be discovered, the system is obliged to issue generous compensation to the host.

Mainly because those two bolded words—"generous compensation"—had been so eye-catching that he couldn’t ignore them even if he wanted to.

He had once dreamed of a situation where he’d meet a second transmigrator and receive loads of compensation from the system, riding that windfall straight to the top of the world.

However, now that the day seemed to have actually arrived... he found himself afraid.

Juwon had absolutely no "fellow-traveler-meets-fellow-traveler-and-bursts-into-tears" sentiment whatsoever.

On the contrary, he was busy wondering whether the person who had just sang his favorite song might also be a transmigrator harboring the same suspicions as himself.

Or even worse—was there an organization in this world that specialized in locating and dealing with transmigrators? freeweɓnovel~cѳm

After all, that trope wasn’t unheard of in anime...

He was alone. He had no choice but to assume the worst possible scenario.

Even though he had a system, which technically ensured he couldn’t die, he had no desire to experience death again.

Because truly facing death... was a terrifying experience.

In that instant, every emotion surged to the surface, and his entire life replayed in his mind like a fast-forwarded montage.

He’d felt regret, relief, a strange calm... and pain, though that part was the least of it.

He was someone who cherished life.

Whether in his past or current existence, that part of him had never changed.

Meanwhile, after singing the song, Eoryun stood at the edge of the Cold Pool with his eyes wide open and staring at the Ice Flower floating motionlessly at the center.

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