Ding! "You've reached your destination, Host. Please check your status immediately."
"Ouch! What the...? Feels like my bones are in a blender," I groaned, gritting my teeth.
"Ding! Welcome, Host, to the 001 Beast System."
"Whoa, a voice in my head? Am I going crazy?" I rubbed my throbbing temples.
"Ding, calm down, Host. I'm your guide in this journey to become the mightiest beast tamer and a true ladies' man. Please, check your status pages for further information."
"I'm about to go offline for a while, Host. I've burned through a lot of energy bringing you into this new body and realm. Complete your task or face repercussions. Until later, dear host."
"Wait, what?! Hold up..." But the voice was gone. And the pain was back, intense, like a needle injecting the memories of this body's previous occupant straight into my brain.
His name was Randall Smith, a guy who was a constant target of bullies because he didn't have a beast pet. Despite being an heir to a gigantic family corporation, he was looked down upon by his own kin, a fact that stung more than any bullying. His immediate family—parents, siblings, grandparents—however, stood by him, always ready to help him acquire a pet beast.
The Smiths had their fingers in many pies – investment firms, luxury hotels, gourmet restaurants, beast pet veterinary clinics and shelters, hospitals, cultivation centers for animal companions, and educational institutions. They even owned state-of-the-art training facilities for beast pets.
"Wow, jackpot!" I thought, grinning at the sheer extent of my newfound wealth.
I noticed a mirror in Randall's room and decided to check out my new appearance. White hair, blue eyes, a chiselled jawline, and a solid physique greeted me. "Not too shabby!" I remarked. My outfit was sharp—a crisp white shirt, black pants with matching shoes, and a white, elegant timepiece that added a touch of sophistication.
Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room. "Knock-knock, darling! Join us for lunch... Rand!"