The glaring sun escaped through the tight space on the window, though the large and luxurious curtains covered it, some sunlight still seeps from the gaps, illuminating the small and slender figure on the bed. The blanket only enveloped his shoulder down below, revealing the delicate and exquisite face that was bath in the morning sunlight. Eyes closed, and only rapid breathing could be heard, the red lips were faintly parted, and the white teeth and pink tongue could vaguely be seen.

"Shen Yu!"

He sat down on the bed and shout that name. The young man doesn't actually talk in his sleep or called her sister's name like that.

He was awakened in an odd way, as if something unusual just happen, or it's just that his body instinctively responded to something peculiar. His hazy eyes wandered around, traveled into different direction. It seems that he does not look conscious at this state, and he even feels like he was dreaming.

If this was a reality, then why does he feel strange?

From the softness of the mattress, to the luxurious furniture not far from the bed and to the floor-to-ceiling window. This is not the first thing he usually sees every time he wakes up.

"Young master."

'Shit, that scared me.'

The young man followed the sound of the voice and saw an unfamiliar man. He was holding something in his hands that he doesn't know what it's called. But aside from that, the appearance of this stranger is very peculiar. Green hair and blue eyes, isn't it something that only an artist would wear?

However, this does not justify the fact that this strange man just entered his room. Where is his privacy? Bah, artist or not, no one was allowed to enter his room! Not even his sister!

"Excuse me, why are you in my room?"

Of course, no matter how the young man was angry, he doesn't forget to be polite. What if this is just some of the hidden play? Then, it would be publicized, and he would be called rude by countless people.

Forcing himself to smile, he asked again: "Can you please go out in my room?"

Vincent narrowed his eyes, unable to comprehend the words of this young master. Staring at that black eyes that were beautiful as stars, he was almost blinded by that charm. His hands holding the bowl tightened and there is a hidden madness in his blue eyes.

What is the brat playing once again?

This should have been a common day for him. But upon seeing the little master waking up, daze and confused, Vincent almost believed that the young master had undergone soul's purification. If not, then how could his young master showed this kind of look? An innocent countenance that could make a stone-hearted man softened.

Nevertheless, his field of illusion was broken again by that cunning voice.

He stared at the young man in the center of the bed, more deeply this time, and said calmly: "Young master, do you want to take a bath first or breakfast?"

The young man finds it funny. This is harder than he thought. He actually believed that with his polite excuse, this strange man would break his pretentious act and confessed that this is a prank show, but this strange man is also persistent.

He squinted his eyes, wanted to appear more fierce and evil, stretched his body lightly and pursed his lips, "You, you don't hear what I just said? I said leave me alone and don't disturb me. I wanted to sleep more."

Bah, whether this is a variety show or not, the young man doesn't care. If he were labeled as ruthless and cruel person, he just needs to stay in his room forever. That's what he likes the most!

He was too focused on his thoughts that he failed to discover the stiffness of Vincent's body. The blue eyes shrank and his jaw clenched. He chuckled silently and shifted his gaze away from the young master.

How dumb. He actually thought that the young master would change after falling down in the horse. It was just his funny illusion.

The young man took a sigh after finally throwing the strange man away. He softly lay down on the bed and saw the mysterious ceiling.

It was spectacular. Did the crew spend so much money to facilitate this kind of settings? If he were naive, he would absolutely believe that he kind sort of transmigrated into a fantasy world. He sat down again and stared at the huge room in fascination.

He was lost for words. Those expensive designs and sculpture look so real and there is even a moving cat…. a cat? Why the hell is the figurine cat blinking?

The mysterious cat flicked its tail and jumped down on the floor effortless. Its fur was snow-white, there is no other colors in its fur and the blue jewel eyes were exquisite. But why is it moving?

While he was observing, the white cat was also inspecting him. The chubby white cat looked at him from head to toe and thought, 'Damn, I have been linked to a dumb host. How unlucky!'

"Hello host, I am your system."

'Who's talking?'

The young man looked around, a little conflicted. Is there hidden cameras in this room that has voice over? Being failed to discover the owner of this voice, he looked down again and saw the white cat still staring at him.

Why does this figurine cat look at him like he was kind of idiot?

"Host, I am your system that would serve to be your companion in your journey to this world."

The young man's eyes widened, perceiving that the voice was coming from the white cat. He rubbed his eyes a few times, intending to wipe out his imagination.

'Did the cat just talk?'

"It appears that the host was ready for chitchat." The white cat lifted its body from the ground, "I am system 003 of the Transmigration Department that specialized in capturing targets in every dimension. And you host have been chosen by our company to become a tasker in this world."

'Wait, wait, wait!'

The information is too much to be digested by the young man. What about the talking cat? What about the mission? And what is this transmigration?

Isn't he just dreaming, or his silly sister just signed him for a prank show without his consent? This is not actually real, right?

The young man's face paled, and he tried to be fierce, but he was unable to stop being nervous, "I-I don't know what you are talking about…. I'm not good at this. You should find someone else."

In order to prove his unwillingness, he stood up from the bed and walked to the door in hurried pace. He was panicking that he forgot that this isn't his room. Touching the doorknob, he pushed it with force, and he was greeted by the unfamiliarity of the surrounding.

What?

The servants who were cleaning and talking instantly stopped their work. They stared at the young man in bewildered and immediately felt a sense of crisis.

Isn't this brat supposed to be sleeping?

"Y-young master!" They almost shouted at the same time.

"Young master, we apologized if we disturbed your sleep by our noises!"

"Young master, do you want to take a bath now?"

"Breakfast would be served in thirty minutes, young master."

They were all frightened by his sudden appearance that they were unable to stop being chaotic.

Vincent has said that the young master wanted to sleep more, that they eliminate their worries about the young master finding out that they were gossiping during work. But what about now? What would the brat would do this time?

They shivered and didn't try to lift their head.

'Excuse me.' is the only thing that come out of his mind right now. These servants were proof that the white cat didn't lie about the information he laid on him.

Even if he wasn't smart, he knew that this situation couldn't be avoided. Anyone would not be stupid enough to throw a tantrum or caused suspicion at this moment.

He gulped and even smiled gently, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't interrupt you working." He then closed the door with the 'bang.'

The servants, who were expecting the young master to throw a tantrum, "?"