No way. Is Long Yuan, Jihun? Ryan's clutched over Hu Zhi Ming's arm tightened. He had a war within his mind, redundant messy thoughts overflowed like a broken dam, and he started to doubt his instinct.
Impossible. Such a thing is frightening!
Hold on. Calm down. You needed to calm down first.
He might be imagining it. Ryan tried to appease himself. All of this is an illusion. And a bad one at that.
But, how could he accept that hoax when his subconscious reaction had told him otherwise. No matter how he tries to deny it, he cannot lie to himself.
It was similar.
It was the same feeling he got every time he and Jihun had their moment of encounter. There's no mistake about it.
What kind of feeling does he get from this man? The answer is simple.
It was the dreadful sensation he frequently felt when he went to stop Jihun's madness. It was so similar that he felt goosebumps all over his body.
It was like
Ryan's heart was palpitating.The exhilarating feeling made him numb from shock, and he almost let out an excited squeal subconsciously.Ryan enjoyed this blissful moment.The world around him seemed to be in a frozen state, and the time had stopped moving.What kind of dream was this?He mindlessly pinched his cheek and flinched.The pain is real. The possibility of sleepwalking was not feasible. Ryan could no longer differentiate between reality and fantasy.No dream could be as realistic as the one he experienced right now.To think that such an unbelievable thing occurred to him right now had made him doubt himself.For sure, his soul had transmigrated into someone else's body. He also transmigrated into a world different from his modern setting world.Can anyone believe him?He was flying. He was indeed flying!It was memorable to mention such an absurd thing
They arrived in a secluded village, deep inside the mountain and surrounded by lush bamboo trees. The entry to the village is well-hidden behind the thick blanket of nature as cobwebs hang from one beam to another, creating the illusion of an abandoned city. Wild and long grasses covered the pathway, almost reaching their knees. It is a hassle to cross over the pile of over-grown weeds to step a foot on someone else's house. At first glance, the village seemed forsaken by humans. No sane people wished to stay inside a gloomy and deserted place, particularly one that lacked sunlight. The smell that wafted around was a bit disturbing. The incense smell was not the one that someone put inside the bedroom to help themselves fall asleep. Instead, it was the one used to make an offer to the dead. The thick and hazy smokes made their sight blurry and hazy. The scent induced numbness, causing Ryan to paralyze momentarily. He fell into a trap. He blinked his eyes multiple times, but what h
*Warning. Read at your own risk. Slight mature content. There were only three people inside the living room. Ryan and Hu Zhi Ming sat side by side on a big sofa while the house's owner sat on a single couch. He invited them for a drink. Two sets of tea were prepared in advance and placed in front of them. The steams were visible to the naked eyes. The sweet aroma of Chamomile tea dispersed in the air inciting saliva to drool. Ryan felt his throat parched. Before he knew it, he had already taken the cup and sipped out the content with gusto, completely forgotten that the tea was hot and steaming. Ryan coughed out and miserably spitting out the liquid. "Ah-Feng!" Hu Zhi Ming was a step too late in stopping him. He never realized that the man was too thirsty. He was oblivious of Feng Zheng's condition and unaware of his need. Hu Zhi Ming and Ryan were constantly moving for two hours, leaping up and down from one tree to another, before reac
Dyed in red color is someone's motionless body. That person's adulated chest rises up and down in a frantic manner. Gasps and pants for breath echoing in the surrounding. A puddle of blood pooling around Ryan's body, gushing out from the scarring wound on his neck. He despised this color so much that he hated anything in red, including the food. Even his counselor couldn't help him in sorting out this matter. Once he saw the red color, he felt the urged to vomit, and his body started sweating profusely. However, he could not remember the reason why he despised this color. You see, there's this one day, his soon-to-be girlfriend, Anna or something, wore a red, bright, and sexy knees length dress for their first date. Baffling, he involuntarily rejected her on the spot. She asked the rea
He blinked his eyes in confusion. He dumbly stares at his bleak and unmotivating surroundings. Wow! He secretly exclaimed. Even if he despised the red color, however, a room in white is not a better choice either. It's reminded him of something unpleasant from his distant memories. Wait! That's not the main point! He has already died, right? That damn sadistic bastard snapped his neck into two! He felt extreme pain before he loses his consciousness. Where is this place, anyway? A hospital? A morgue? Or a waiting room? But, room for what? (This is a space boundary between the worlds.) A mechanical voice answered his question. Ryan jolted in shock. His pupils constricted, languidly flickers every nook and cranny of the vast space.
"Freeze! Dropped your weapon and put your hands above your head right now!" Ryan instantly dropped his knees on the ground and raised his hands as instructed. Amidst this chaos, something caught his attention. There's a bloodied knife dropped beside him. His eyes widen in shock. What is that thing? What the heck is this situation? Ryan blinked his eyes again, redeeming the absurd sight he saw just now. Did he kill someone? The first time he was being transmigrated, he had, unfortunately, had been branded as a murderer by the police? "Seize him!" The same voice instructed. Hasty footsteps approached him, and someone forced him to lay above the dirty ground with both of his hands twisted behind his back. Two police officers wearing casual clothes apprehended him. Ryan is still in a dumbfounded state. He surveyed his surroundings, and his sight falls into a bloody figure of a young woman not too far away from him. The woman's eyes look li
Author/Note: ( )-System speaking { }-Ryan speaking *** (Host, the plots, and the missions...?) White Ball tried to probe the host's mental state. {Can we discuss this silly matter tomorrow? I'm currently having a mental breakdown.} Ryan replied irritatingly. He is glaring at the innocent system. (But, host-) {Oh, come on. Have some common sense, please?! I'm already dead! Now, I'm talking with a mechanical system and forced to do unimportant missions for a nobody! Right now, my self-esteem is in grave danger! For me, being branded as a killer had the same effect as anyone facing the zombies for the first time! Can you, at least, tried to understand m
Ryan tapped his finger on the wooden desk. The rhythm of the finger tapping is slow when his thinking is in its optimum state. But, when he's thinking is in a disordered state, or when Ryan is in a stress condition, the tapping becomes faster and annoyingly loud. This tic is one of Ryan's bad habits that he cannot stop even after his soul changes its body. From his face, people usually cannot guess what is the man is thinking. However, his close friend and his coworker can gouge how deeper his thought trailed on based on the tapping of his finger. Ryan's face frown in a deep concentration. He stared at the pictures of some women that scattered on the wooden desk with great interest. You must be assuming in your heart that he is contemplating something vital and worth anyone's attention