"Specimen 3456970 shall be assigned to a volunteer."
"System 0, do you want to take over?"
"System will stay with current host. Current host might not survive without system."
"It is rare for you to take a liking to a human."
"This host is quite... particular," system 0 praised Frozen Milk.
"No volunteers?"
"System 2, how about you?"
"I am busy with countless humans. No time."
"Grand system, can I suggest something?" system 0 had everyone's attention.
In this black void of nothing, millions of systems were present yet only the most important ones ranging from 0-10 and 0- -10, and the grand system itself were the ones who were like a government deciding over the affairs of the universe and deal with prominent soon-to-be hosts.
Usually, authors or others who were going to transmigrate were randomly assigned but in the case of important ones such as Frozen Milk, although important could be differently interpreted, and the presence, the council of prime systems as they were called, would decide over the fates of those important humans.
"Go ahead, system 0."
"I think rather than letting specimen 3456970 transmigrate as per rules, we should erase his memories and let him live a normal life in one of the worlds. If specimen 3456970 were to retain his memories and know of his transmigration, then he would most definitely try to destroy the universe again as he might think his freedom is taken away."
"That is reasonable," the grand system thought, "I am not against this. What about the others?"
The other 18 systems couldn't be bothered and just wanted to go back to tease their hosts. All of them were crooked.
"Then it is decided, specimen 3456970 will hereby reincarnate into a normal human," the grand system let out a loud BING.
The millions of systems retreated back to their tasks and only the grand system and system 0 were present. Before them, specimen 3456970 or the presence sat there in the void not knowing what was going on. He just stared at the faint outlines of figures that were supposedly the systems and twirled his thumb. What was going to happen to him?
"Specimen 3456970 what is your dream?" the grand system asked as it went through countless worlds to find out that world could house the presence.
"I would like to have a successful life," the presence simply said. He didn't know why but his desire for this was strong enough for him to know that this was hte only thing he wanted. Nothing more and nothing less.
"That can be organised, however for your actions you shall receive punishment."
"How?"
"You will see," with that the grand system sent the presence away.
"Good luck," system 0 said, no one noticed the slight evil smile, before he went back to his precious host, Frozen Milk, to enjoy the daily fun it fed off.
***
Sweat poured from little Eric as he woke up from his nightmare. He started crying.
"What's wrong, my sweet baby?" his mum immediately came into his room and held him in her arms.
"It's alright, it was just a bad dream. It's alright," his mum coaxed him back into sleep.
Little Eric was only 5 years old and soon he would experience what he desired, a successful life. However, as a scum who threatened the whole universe, he was condemned to rise and fall just like Frozen Milk and maybe, eventually, when heavens, or rather the systems, showed mercy, would find a change of heart.
Little Eric would grow up to become a black-hearted and two-faced editor who would stop authors from writing trash stories and used them as his own slaves. He had no idea why he hated authors so much but this profound hatred was so deep it was as if it was engraved into him from his past life.
Little Eric then turned to Big Eric and became the most successful and revered editor until fate and karma caught up and he had to pay for the misfortune of his poor authors.
What will await Eric at the end and how will he appease the handsome devil who personally came to take away cute and rotten him to hell to make him accept his punishment and in the end chase him to make him his bride?
DUN DUN
To be continued in the new book about the repercussions of being a rotten and black-hearted editor- Eric...