{Author: Bjorn had returned to this world to find that his original identity was recorded as dead. So, he needed a new identity. The otherworldly custom that works under the system would provide people like Bjorn with an identity they can use to live a normal life.}
{Forbidden land: Think it is places like Chernobyl's exclusion zone. Where ordinary people aren't allowed to enter (IDK, you can enter now, maybe.). Some places like this were hidden from normal mass as they had the rift to other worlds. Only the returnees are allowed to enter.}
This motherfucker really got cold feet.
Well, it was a good thing that he did. According to the system, the actual owner of this identity I am taking has decided not to return to this world again.
I am not sure what kind of life he is living, but I am sure that it was a damn good one.
The beneficial thing was he had never told anyone about his leaving this world.
The bad thing is I am stuck with his shits. Some of them can be taken care of quickly, and some are very sticky. However, there are a few that stood out most.
The expedition to the forbidden land that was completed a few days ago had failed. It wasn't just that he wasn't just unable to earn back the money; one of them died, and two were heavily injured.
He had to break his bank to pay the family of the deceased according to the contract, but he also had to pay the hospital bills for the two injured ones.
If that wasn't enough, half of the members had submitted their resignation. The number of members in the league was reduced to 9 from 17, including the two injured ones.
The beneficial thing was that his mother would provide him with some funds. But the second problem had to be solved to get it.
"Young master, we have reached."
The driver opened the door of the car for me.
"Did you run away again?" Irene, the sister, was the first one to come running.
"I am here."
"It is good that you are. Father would have wiped your name from the family register if you had missed your wedding again."
I can see the white-haired man standing on the roof of the six-story hotel. It was booked for my wedding.
"Come quickly. Mom is waiting for you."
I followed her.
However, as soon as I came out of the elevator, the man in white was waiting for me.
{Baldr Thorov
Age: 72
Attitude: Discontent}
"If you try to pull any trick, I will make sure you won't be able to walk on these damn two legs again."
"That would be challenging for you to do," I answered instinctively.
It was like someone had died. The elevator closed. Irene, who was yet to get out, repeatedly smashed the button to open the door. As soon as she did, she slapped the back of my head.
"He is just joking, father. Right?" She nudged me again, "Right?"
"Yes. Yes. There is no way you would do anything silly like breaking my legs."
{Baldr Thorov
Age: 72
Attitude: Disgust}
The prompt from the system was enough to convey his mood. He turned around and slammed the door of his room behind me.
"Are you high or something?" Irene was still having a difficult time digesting what just happened.
The door was opposite Baldr's door. Illya came out and pulled me back into the room.
"Why the hell are you talking back to him?"
"Why? Shouldn't I?"
My mother and daughter stared at me as if I were some kind of idiot.
"Forget about it." Illya shook her head. "Irene, take him to Nord. Tell him to prepare him as soon as possible. Now it is already 7. There isn't much time left till the ceremony. What the hell are you waiting for? Go. go."
Even if she hurried me to go, she was the one who had grabbed me.
"Listen to me, young man, if you try to escape again. I won't give a single penny."
"I won't."
"You better be. Now go. Hurry."
After living as a slave for such a long time, the pedicure, manicure, massage, jacuzzi, and, god knows what type of treatments I had for the next four hours made me realise what I was missing.
The princess of the other world had given me royal treatment, but it was nothing compared to the modern amenities. I didn't even remember when I dozed off.
The next time I woke up, I was standing in suits.
The image reflected in the mirror was not mine, but the guy looked handsome.
"Please wait here, young master. I will check everything."
I am not sure what was going through his mind when he decided to leave someone who would be trying to escape alone in the room.
Then again, I am not going to do that.
I am not going anywhere. Not when I was going to get such a cute wife.
{Name: Mira Klien
Age: 24
Attitude: Curious}
There were a couple of pictures of her on my phone. About four, to be exact. One was from when she was in school, maybe—one from her university time, wearing oversized hoodies with glass.
I don't know if the rich people dress like that, but she was totally my type. Then again, he was marrying a woman from a different country, someone he hadn't even met. I am yet to learn how the brain of the top 1% works.
What is important is that she is cute. And the baby fat she had on her cheeks made her irresistible.
"It looks like winning a continuous 50 battle did change my fate. Wait a minute. I hadn't checked the reason why I came to this world… System. Show me the previous logs."
I had to go through a lot of prompts to find one.
{The host had completed the condition of temporary return to the main world}
{Condition of temporary return: Conceive or make a female bear your child.}
{The system could not initiate the teleportation immediately as the host was in the secret world when the host completed the mission.}
"What the fucking hell? What type of condition is that?"
{It is one of the common conditions given to the participants.}
"Fucking hell." Even if it was a little unbelievable, I can understand why it was a temporary mission. "Do I have to do that every time I return to this world?"
{The system cannot control the conditions on the other side of the world.}
"Do I have to do the same to return to that world?"
{Host would return to the designated world after 50 days.}
{The host can extend the time using a system token.}
"System token!?"
{The host can earn system tokens by completing exploration, trading, and work designated by the system.}
"How many tokens do I have?"
{Every first-time returnee is given 100 tokens.}
"Fucking hell. What happened to the normal life I have been waiting for?"
Another prompt appeared in front of me, but the door opened simultaneously.
"Oh! You are still here. I thought you would escape again."
{Erge Hyde
Age: 32
Attitude: Opportunist.}
"What the hell happened to you, man?"
It was yet to hit twelve, and this guy was already drunk. I could smell alcohol as soon as he entered the room.
"You gave up on the model and decided to tie the knot with the geeky-looking one."
"She is my type."
"Your type?" He laughed out loud. "Didn't you say that you had only seen her pictures? You didn't even meet her. And you are sure she is your type with just four pictures?"
He looked around in the empty room to make sure that no one could hear him before coming close to my ear and screaming, "Did you hit your head somewhere?"
"Master Erge," Butler Nord came in time. "Please return to your spot. The ceremony will be starting soon."
"Of course," he patted my back, adding, "How can I miss the front-row seat to the marriage of the guy who said he had claimed to have hundreds of wives?"
As soon as he left, Nord said, "If you don't mind, young master, I advise you to choose your friends wisely."
I can understand why he said that. However, Erge's choice of words surprised me the most.
Although it sounded like gibberish, the previous Bjorn might not be lying.
If he really had a harem in another world, he did not need to come to this world just to marry one.
"Young master, the ceremony is about to start."
All I could do was curse at the luck of that guy as I stood up.
I was an orphan and had to work hard to enter a university. Even if I was iseksied, I became a slave.
And here he was. Born with a diamond spoon, he isekaied into a world as a king or emperor.
"Let's go."
It was as luxurious as I had expected it to be. Fountain of red wine, a designer gold cake taller than a human, and guests clad in lavish clothes and jewellery I didn't know existed.
Most importantly, they had turned this place into one of the greenest and most decorated gardens I have ever seen. The problem was this place was in the middle of a desert.
Why do I care? It is my wedding. I stood in the front, waiting for my soon-to-be wife to come in.
She came walking down the aisle, holding her father's hand. Her father handed her over to me, and I grabbed her hand.
I looked at her. She looked at me. She smiled at me.
And I couldn't smile.
"You are Lily, aren't you?"