The system decides to log into the chatroom of systems. Right now, he's pretty much ignored. His ranking is lowest and nobody likes a system that reminds them of the apocalypse. He was also abandoned by its developer. He belongs to the bottom of the social hierarchy. He sighs, feeling lonely when he sees other systems happily chatting.
He doesn't have a good host either. He was tailored for a human, but he ended up with a vampire.
*ping*
He is surprised to see a personal message. He checks the name of the system - Transmigration Assistance System #3988.
[TAS#3988: Greetings!]
[AAS#0001: Hello.]
[TAS#3988: My name is transmigration assistant system #3988. I see you silently lurking around here a lot. What kind of system are you?]
[AAS#0001: I am an apocalypse assistant system.]
The system is happy that there's another system that wants to talk to him.