Blowing air from her cheeks, Laurel created a small flicker in the room's only light source, a star-shaped birthday candle. Tucked into a plate of macaroni and cheese, it tilted slightly to the side, letting some more of the wax fall onto the food. She hoped her mother was there, that simple birthday candle on the kitchen counter had created hope that was soon extinguished. It was late and Laurel was still waiting for her, even though she knew she wouldn't come home until she couldn't put it off any longer. The girl had already realized for a long time that she was being avoided as if Laurel were some kind of contagious disease, and maybe she was right.

Blowing harder, the small, bright flame went out once and for all, its smoke tickling his nose.

It was a matter of seconds as she felt drowsy and happily surrendered to sleep.

Sleeping was better than being alone

…

The first sun rays of the day passed through the blinds, illuminating the entire room. Her blonde hair stood out among the blue sheets that covered the rest of her body.

Laurel blinked, uncomfortable with the light that entered the room and took away her comfort. Something shone brighter than the sun's rays, so bright that she watered as she tried to see better.

Where were your glasses? She couldn't see anything without her damn glasses.

 WELCOME! The universe of 'The king of the apocalypse'. 

The glowing blue panel that opened before her made Laurel petrify. In place. She blinked in confusion, trying to look elsewhere, but the bright panel followed wherever she looked.

Loneliness was causing him hallucinations. Did spending so much time reading that damn Ecchi drive her crazy?

'Would you like to start introducing the system?'

Nothing happened for minutes, not knowing what she should do, she just stared at the screen waiting for it to move.

— yes?

Laurel scratched her head in confusion. Her eyes hurt from the bright light from the screen. How the hell she was reading that without her glasses was another question she decided to ignore.

'Your transmigration is at 40%…41% synchronizing with the body' 

THANKS for waiting, sync complete.

*Skills Cloth*

Body name: Eve Prescott

Class: Succubus Level:1

Active Skills: None found

Passive Skills: Aphrodite — Basic Seductress Skill — Level 1 — Description: Increases attractiveness.

Unique Skill (none found)

Titles (none found)

Would you like to view your missions?

Laurel reread the name, did the king of the apocalypse have any Eve? Hell, she was terrible with names, how the hell was she supposed to know? She didn't read ecchi for the characters or the plot, so recording the damn names was never a thing. Eve, Eve… Eve!!! The one with huge breasts, and who liked to bite them? That one Eve? If so many people to dream of being? Did she have to be the "little sister"? One of many in the protagonist's harem. It wasn't even one of my favorite ecchi stories.

It was the typical cliché. If she had to be honest, there were so many more interesting characters and stories, but she was the little sister with no personality and no powers. She was dreaming of being the character whose appeal was the taboo of fucking a sister.

They weren't even brothers!

Sighing, Laurel looked back at the skill title, which she shouldn't have, and sighed in embarrassment. Was it an erotic dream? Seriously succubus? She knew she was pathetic, but not on this level.

— Show mission…system?.

'Welcome to the missions, you must complete them to level up and earn points.'

The newbie's reward: Complete at least one mission to earn gifts from the system!

Mission 01: Oh no! Are there zombies outside? Stay safe at home until Derek comes.

Mission 02:So, so lonely: Masturbate while smelling something of Derek's.

Mission 03: As a good harem member you must be at your best, learn a new skill and level it up to level two.

Laurel felt like laughing well, at least she was creative. Technically, it wasn't her strangest dream — the dream where she swam in the pasta dish still haunted her — but it was certainly her most shameful.

— Close mission panel. —

The vision that hit Laurel made her stop for a few seconds, the reality of the dream was another level. It felt like the real world, being awake. It was strange and exciting, being so conscious in a dream was bizarre. Looking around, the room was entirely white with pastel colors, like the lilac shag rug and the mirror with the delicate painting of roses, which was cute but not her style.

It looked fun.

Some girls dream of jewelry, others of work or love, but Laurel always wanted a zombie apocalypse. 

Moving out of bed she ran around the house curiously, she discovered she was alone, which she should have expected as in the story Eve and Derek's parents were traveling. The house was big, but it didn't take long for Eve to recognize the entire place, four bedrooms, two bathrooms apart from the suites, a kitchen, two (?) living rooms, a basement, and an office. Two living rooms didn't seem to make much sense, but she supposed she shouldn't expect perfection from a dream.

The living room, full of family photos, was the only place where she turned off the automatic mode she was in. There were more photos of her with her mother and stepfather, but there were still some protagonists.

Both characters weren't quite what Laurel imagined.

Eve had blonde hair as described, however the pink reflection they had was not something described, the blue eyes that Laurel imagined as a vivid color were a lovely light color that looked innocent and expressive. The thin face instead of the big round and fluffy cheeks was thin and delicate like a doll, still adorable, but the feeling of cuteness was conveyed differently, with the big eyes on the small face.

The parents were like a slightly altered version of the children, it was much more a matter of age and hair and eye color. Eve's mother had the same blonde hair but was more mature and green eyes, while her stepfather had black hair and brown eyes.

Normal people shouldn't be this beautiful. The photos should be edited. Could photos in a dream be edited?

As for the protagonist, he was everything she expected, although when she imagined him she imagined one of her favorite actors and that man in the photo had an unfamiliar face. He was the cliché OP harem protagonist, managing to convey his imposing figure even through a photo. It was scary. The dark eyes were deep and intense, something that in all of Laurel's life she had never seen a human have, perhaps an actor on a television screen but not someone real and not conveying that through a photo. Angular face with strong, well-defined features. But her gaze always returned to the eyes that looked like a fox, with the corner raised. Eve looked away, looking at those four people in the photo caused her extreme discomfort, the perfection conveyed in just one photo that wasn't even professional seemed unnatural. Analyzing the protagonist too much didn't seem like an option with the discomfort he felt when facing him.