Become A Character Who Dies Within Three Chapters

One entity? Sharing will and purpose?

What the hell? Wasn't this world already chaotic enough—now there had to be some new monstrosity on top of it?!

"Why won't you answer me? Did I do something to displease you? Could it be I've failed to sound sincere enough? If so, then surely that's my fault! Shall we restart our conversation from the beginning?"

The voice echoed in Louis's mind. It rambled on ceaselessly even when ignored, as if it had no concept of exhaustion.

But Louis was exhausted. His head already felt overloaded, unable to think another thought.

"Greetings! System 666 is honored to serve you!"

System 666 proclaimed proudly, expectant of a response from its host. Yet no matter how long it waited, Louis said nothing. He was already off to collect his reward, his face calm and indifferent, as though he hadn't even noticed its existence.

But surely it wasn't malfunctioning—System 666 was specific Louis could hear it. Then why wasn't he responding? Could it really be… that it was that annoying? Impossible!

Louis's indifference threw System 666 into a spiral of deep self-doubt, leaving it completely silent the rest of the way.

For a moment, Louis wondered if perhaps it had all been a hallucination—the side effect of consuming that stone.

But then the voice suddenly rang out again: "Why won't you answer me? What exactly are you thinking about? The people in the Exile Zone? If that's the case, you'd better hurry… though it seems you won't make it in time."

Those words made Louis's steps falter for the first time. He decided to try reaching out—not with his voice, but with his will.

In novels, it was always like this. If something introduced itself as a "system," its functions couldn't be too different.

"What do you mean I won't make it in time?"

"At last! You finally paid attention to me! Truly a moment worth celebrating—I could dance a jig under the moonlight right this instant to express my joy—"

"Get to the point."

Louis's cold tone cut like ice, and System 666 let out a wounded sniffle.

This thing… it really considered itself a system? How could a system possibly have such a playful, cutesy voice? How could a system be this humanized? And above all, how could any system chatter this much?!

System 666, oblivious to Louis's growing suspicion, spoke earnestly:

"Because the new law about to be enacted has stirred outrage among the nobility—naturally, the aristocrats of Zone 6 included. Tonight, after the grand banquet hosted by the Zone Master, the third young master of the Robert family, to vent his dissatisfaction, has decided to bathe the Exile Zone in blood—leaving not a single survivor!"

System 666's words rose and fell like a storyteller's cadence, but Louis had no patience for it now. All that echoed in his mind was what 666 had said.

The third young master of the Robert family, planning to massacre the entire Exile Zone to vent his dissatisfaction? To vent his dissatisfaction?

Louis couldn't help but recall Julia's gentle face—her kindness, the way she treated everyone with warmth. Even toward a stranger, she would extend her hand to help.

Andy, with his lofty dream, always wanted to become a hero, someone who could protect his sister and siblings.

Mina and Nana, two innocent children who didn't even understand yet how cruel this world truly was.

They could rejoice just for having a full meal or finding a "new" set of clothes in the garbage. Even as life crushed them, they still lived, still clawed for every single day of existence… What crime had they committed? Perhaps their only sin was being born as low-class citizens, condemned never to see a way out…

"Damn it!"

Louis cursed under his breath, then tried contacting D-045. He received a pre-recorded message on the other end: "The situation is quite chaotic right now. Hold off on returning."

Then, only the endless ring tone in his ear—the person on the other end would never pick up.

Lowering his gaze, Louis walked on. The glittering lights of the city streets seemed powerless to pierce the darkness in his eyes.

Suddenly, he stepped out of the shadows, heading straight for a car that had just stopped before a bar.

A tall, lanky man emerged with a seductive woman in his arms, cigarette dangling from his lips. He smiled as he walked, hands roaming over the woman beside him.

But just as he was savoring life, a shadow lunged at them.

Before either of them could make out what had happened, the man was kicked clean out of the car—slamming face-first into the ground, backside pointing to the sky.

The surrounding crowd gasped in shock, a few stifled chuckles slipping through.

Furious, the man leapt to his feet, but before he could even curse, the aircar had already sped away.

"You bastard, my aircar!"

"Guards, after him! Tonight I want that little rat who dared steal my aircar dead!"

The man roared, and the bar's security team immediately sprang into action, launching themselves into pursuit.

"Why waste your effort, sir? You won't make it in time. By the time you return, the only thing left may be ashes. Why trouble yourself further? Instead, we could do something more meaningful—for instance, have a conversation with—"

"Shut up!"

Louis suddenly snapped, startling System 666 into silence. At last, his mind cleared.

It honestly couldn't fathom Louis's determination, but it had no wish to anger him further. Honestly, system life was far too complicated—when it was created, it wasn't given the function of reading its host's mind!

The aircar pierced through the clouds, its shadow stretching beneath the radiant moon.

At that moment, two other figures cut into the scene. A barrage of energy bullets rained toward Louis's aircar.

Louis's eyes flashed. Tilting his hand slightly, the aircar flipped in midair, evading the attack with flawless precision.

Even after being yelled at, System 666 chimed in right on cue with praise: "Amazing! You are the best driver I've ever seen—not even light could catch up to your speed!"

Louis had no intention of paying any attention to it now.

The two aircars behind him pressed the chase relentlessly. His own had already taken a few hits; inevitably, its speed began to falter.

Believing the moment had come, the pursuers closed in, distance shrinking with every second.

But just then, two sharp tendrils suddenly burst out from Louis's aircar windows—lancing straight toward the two trailing vehicles!

Though they looked soft, the tendrils pierced through both aircars instantly.

High above, the muffled roar of explosions bloomed into twin fireballs, radiant for a moment before vanishing like fireworks—

a brilliance that could only flare once.