[Say, why did you eat some of your victims, while you discarded the others?]
"I thought you were a god? Shouldn't you know?" Jonathan was getting grumpy by the second. He was dying and wanted it to be over already. This nonsensical dream wasn't something he was fond of.
[I'm not a god nor have I ever claimed myself to be one. I'm just a thing, like you, created by gods to serve whatever purpose.]
"I only ate those who meant something to me. Whether I hated or loved them — just to make them a part of me, you know." He answered nonchalantly.
[Why didn't you ever sexually assault your victims before or after murdering them?]
"What's with these questions? Am I in court?"
[....]
"Okay now, I'm a murderer, not a monster." He finally said as the system was clearly not going to let it go.
The system felt that it had no further questions for him, so it started the process of sending him over. He felt a pain in his soul. It felt like he was being stretched across the entire universe, then exploded into nothingness.
[Well, don't forget your true goal. Good luck, Leviathan, son of that god.]
But Jonathan was in so much pain he didn't catch that part. If he had known it would be such pain to die he would have very much preferred staying in that space with the system. He didn't know how long it had been, but it felt like an eternity for a mortal like him.
The burning stopped abruptly. He couldn't see properly but could hear running water from a distance. He tried to move, but that was impossible to do.
'Huh? What's happening? Why am I still conscious, for fucks sake. Was that not all in my head? But who was I kidding, I don't have half the imagination.'
'Did that damn system put my soul in a log?' He tried to say but he realised that he couldn't for some reason.
He just laid there without doing much, he occasionally tried to move but even that proved to be a difficult task for him.
'That's very funny. How am I supposed to redeem myself when I'm a log.' He complained, deflated that he wasn't getting a second life.
"You can't move because you're a newborn, plus a boulder fell ontop of you." A voice explained in his head.
'Huh? What is this?'
"I'm your system, the saint system."
Jonathan was skeptical. If a boulder fell ontop of him and he was a newborn, surely he should be dead? Why wasn't he?
'Great. That idiot said a gift, not a spy!'
"You're a hybrid. Your godly parent must've thought it would be funny, you're half something else and half god, making you a maukin. And you were abandoned in a cave. Your body is strong, but you're not indestructible." The system expressed ignoring his taunts.
'Am I supposed to know what a Maukin is?' His mood was extremely sour, he thought this second life would be better but he was abandoned in this one as well.
"That's a race a hybrid becomes when a god is involved. You're half god and half something else...searching for a terminology you're familiar with...Primex Universe...Planet, Gaia...The closest thing to your other half is a vampire. Though they're called demons in this world."
'Vampires are supposed to be immortal.' He thought delighted.
"Normally, but you're a half breed, while rocks can't crash your puny body — there are things that can." The system said, completely devoid of emotions.
If he was able, he'd be rolling his eyes right now but he had to somehow get out of this. He was a newborn and they just left him there, he needed to find food. He was racking his brain, even if he could get the boulder off him, how would he do anything as a newborn.
'Shit, that damned system tricked me. I'm as good as dead!'
"Since there's Maukin blood in you, it's possible to go into hibernation until you're five years old."
This excited him, if he could go on a self induced coma, then there must've been a lot of things he could do.
"No there aren't. You haven't awakened your bloodline, the one that matters anyway, so what you can do is limited — to go into hibernation you have to slow your breathing and your heart rate. Lower your body temperature and metabolism."
'STOP READING MY MIND DAMMIT!'
He quickly calmed himself down. He had to do what the saint system told him otherwise he would die. The easiest to do for him was slowing down his breathing and heart rate.
With being an infamous serial killer in his world, he'd learned a lot about calming ones heart. In case they ever suspected him and forced him to do a polygraph test.
As unreliable as it was, failing it would have raised suspicion against him.
The other two requirements proved to be a difficult of tasks for him. His instincts weren't all there yet, he was in a strange world which he couldn't even see.
'I can't do it.'
"Surely you feel the energy around you? That's an energy in this world called Gi — beings here use it for all kinds of things. Use it to lower your body pressure and metabolism."
'Oh, like in video games? There's magic here?'
"It's not magic."
'I think it's exactly like in video games, what will be my reward then, for feeling the energy?'
"How about keeping yourself alive?"
'Whew! Someone woke up on the wrong side of the universe. Fair enough.'
Days came and went, but he'd yet to get even a whiff of it. He'd done terrible and challenging things before, but this was by far the most challenging.
But Jonathan didn't want to die, so he wasn't going to give up. Neither of his lives dealt him a great hand but he managed to survive then, he would do it again.
"It's like the sun."
The moment the system put that image in his mind, pictures of him in the sun flooded his mind.
Back on earth, his previous home. His other self enjoyed a beautiful weather. The kiss of the sun calmed him in many ways he never realised until now.
Crackle—