Become A Character Who Dies Within Three Chapters

It had been a week since the day Louis turned into a black veil and floated in midair. Luckily, he managed to slip into Zone 1 conveniently.

Zone 1 was a sacred, untouchable area that only applied to ordinary people. For a monster like Louis, entering this place was far too easy. After that, it took him another two days to infiltrate Sylus's palace.

Louis couldn't help but feel that Sylus was far too careless. If his mission had been to assassinate Sylus, he was sure he could have pulled it off flawlessly!

666 was especially considerate, even guiding the way. Clearly, it was far too eager to see this first mission completed.

Sylus's palace was perched atop the tallest tower in Zone 1, almost piercing the heavens. Most of the architecture in Zone 1 was composed of bizarrely towering spires, structures that only the winged inhabitants here could withstand.

So, to avoid being discovered, Louis shifted from flying to crawling.

After enduring many difficulties, he finally slipped into Sylus's palace!

In a spot no one paid attention to, a black substance stretched into a thin strand, slipping through a ventilation shaft. A pair of eyes emerged from the top of that ooze, peering down at the grand palace below.

But the moment he saw the scene beneath him, Louis couldn't help but freeze.

Because standing there… was a figure so familiar it couldn't be more familiar.

"Why are you there, my lord?!" 666's doubtful voice rang out as well.

Louis's face darkened. "I'd really like to know that too." Pausing briefly, he mused, "Maybe Sylus retrieved my body in an attempt to resurrect it. With the level of advancement in Zone 1, reviving someone isn't impossible—as long as their brain still exists."

But Louis's situation was different. His brain still physically existed, but his will had already transferred into this new body. That brain was nothing more than an empty memory drive.

"Perhaps later I can ask Sylus to return my body. This feeling is amusing—it's almost like I could marry myself," Louis said with a cheerful grin.

666: "Please don't say things like that, my lord. We must focus on our mission."

To the two-year-old system, missions always came first.

At that very moment, the door suddenly swung open. Sylus walked in, arms full of snacks and a gaming console.

Looking at him now—aside from his body having grown much larger far too quickly—he seemed almost the same as before.

"Let's play some games."

Sylus spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, pulling "Louis" down to sit on the floor with him, carrying none of the aura of a king.

Louis watched Sylus talking to himself while playing, and couldn't help but feel speechless. "Doesn't he get bored? I really don't get it."

666, on the other hand, was already sniffling. "My lord, you don't understand. This is friendship. Even though you died, Sylus still remembers you. The bond between you two is truly admirable."

Louis only felt a chill down his spine. "He could've found another friend." As if they were lifelong companions or something—he hadn't even stayed in Sylus's home for a week. Best not to try to guess what went on in the minds of these lunatics.

666: "Why haven't you gone down yet? If Sylus sees you again, he'll definitely be overjoyed!"

Completely moved by Sylus's "friendship," 666 nearly wanted to fling Louis right before him at once.

Louis was at a loss for words. "That was the plan, but I feel a little uncertain right now."

Something about Sylus's current demeanor unsettled him. Usually, Sylus came across as the most ordinary of them all, so seeing him act strangely now deepened Louis's unease.

But since he was already here, he had to stop Sylus from going mad and destroying the world.

The black substance slithered out from its hiding place, quickly pooling together on the floor. Sylus seemed to sense something, turning his head to look back. His obsidian-like eyes shone unfathomable brilliance, and with the scar running down the center of his face, he looked rather fierce.

Yet the moment he saw the figure standing there, Sylus froze. His lips parted slightly, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. Instinctively, he glanced at the Louis sitting beside him.

Then, all of a sudden, he leapt forward.

Before Louis could react, Sylus had already pounced, like a dog seeing its owner. His slightly messy hair was so soft that Louis couldn't help but reach out and ruffle it.

Sylus held Louis very gently, as though afraid he might vanish at any moment.

"Louis, you're finally back. Let's play games together!" Sylus said.

Louis couldn't help but squint at him, his gaze deep and full of curiosity.

He waved a hand, and the "Louis" sitting on the floor instantly vanished. Louis gaped—he hadn't even had a chance to demand his body back!

Sylus didn't notice Louis's expression and pulled him down to sit.

Louis snorted coldly, "I'm not playing."

What does Sylus think I'm a child?

Sylus seemed a little puzzled when he heard that. He tilted his head and looked at Louis with confusion. "This is clearly my dream—won't you even obey me in my dream?"

He babbled, "I'm sorry for leaving you alone at home before, okay? Can we make up?"

Louis was at a loss for words while staring at Sylus. Finally, he understood what was odd about Sylus: he talked like a child and seemed to think he was still dreaming.

Suddenly, Louis slapped Sylus's cheeks hard simultaneously, his face serious as he looked at him: "Does it hurt?"

Sylus opened his eyes wide, puzzled, staring at Louis.

Louis frowned. "I'm Louis—alive, not dead, okay? Are you awake yet? I have something important to tell you. Or do you want me to beat you up?"

Sylus answered instinctively, "Beat me then…"

"Hah." Louis laughed in anger and didn't stop; with a cruel expression, he began to throw punches.

"Smack!"

Sylus's face was shoved to one side, a painful shock—his nose might even be bleeding. He stared in a daze, but Louis didn't stop and kept punching.

Sylus reacted, dodging while using his weight to pin Louis down and counterattack.

The two rolled into a tangle, no finesse at all—punching and clawing, tearing at each other's faces.

Inside Louis's head, 666 screamed nonstop: "God, Sylus deserves to die—how dare he treat you like that? Unforgivable!"

It wanted to tear Sylus apart.

Irritated by it, Louis suddenly bellowed, "Shut up!"

At that, not only did 666 fall silent, but Sylus also froze—just in time to take another punch from Louis to his left eye.

Sylus toppled backward; Louis sprawled on the floor, gasping.

Louis stood and looked down at Sylus from above.

He lay motionless, eyes fixed on the ceiling, both eyes bruised and swollen, a bruise at the corner of his mouth, fresh blood at the lip, a few streaks of blood on his cheeks.

Louis knew he hadn't held back, and Sylus was the same—their faces ached all over now.

Thinking of his handsome face, beaten blue and black, Louis wanted to hit Sylus once more to vent his anger.

He looked at him coldly. "Does it hurt now? Do you know whether this is a dream or real?"

Sylus opened his eyes wide and stared at Louis, then suddenly sprang up, happily rubbing Louis's head with such force it seemed like he might press Louis's head into the floor. "Buddy, you're actually alive!"