Chapter 1: Nik Faran (1)
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Chapter 1: Nik Faran (1)Chapter 1: Nik Faran (1)
A/N: Expect porn/smut logic!
***
[Do you remember how you got here?]
A translucent red screen with golden words inquiring about the circumstances of a young man can be seen in a space of absolute white. Even the youth felt that he stood on an invisible platform yet there was nothing aside from the white his dark pupils could gaze at.
Long and dark, even lush, that's what the youth's hair looked like. From behind, one may even say that this man took care of his hair better than many women. His skin is a bit toasty. Not fair, but warmer and wheaty in color. A small scar can be observed on the corner of his right brow. His naked body happened to be frail as if he was specifically made to look like a delicate yet exotic-looking female than a man. After all, the natural glossy feel of his skin that could be sensed from the pure white world indicated to youth's lifestyle, or so, one would misjudge.
"I... was executed. For trying to escape my home," the youth mutters the answer to the question under his breath. His eyes are blank and his left hand traced his neck, "There was a guillotine and... a bucket filled with heads right below me. Why am I not dead?" He inquired. Despite his situation, the youth was soft-spoken. It wasn't that raging waves didn't threaten to tear apart his calm facade but this is how he was trained. To remain soft. To evoke the natural feeling of protectiveness from his 'customers.'
Why?
For a great tip, of course.
However, the entity that represented this translucent crimson screen happened to be impervious to the charms of the youth.
[Death is a relative term. Your process of cleansing and reincarnation has not been fully executed and you retain a chance to 'live.' From now on, please keep your answers in two short terms: Yes or no. You will get a chance to question me about your situation as you see fit after this small, voluntary procedure.
Note that any answer aside from the stated terms will be regarded as non-compliance to the policies and your process of 'death' will be continued shortly after.]
[Do you understand this well?]
The youth stared at the screen silently. Instead of replying, he looked around. Although his body could move, his feet seemed to be stuck in place and wouldn't budge no matter what.
"Yes."
He nodded.
[At a chance for a new life, would you complete a single task?]
He frowned. If he didn't want a better life, he wouldn't have tried to escape that rather beautiful hell manned by one rather gruesome trainer.
"Yes."
[At a chance for a new life for one task that may continue for a foreseeable future, will you accomplish everything asked of you?]
His furrow deepened.
"... No."
The youth replied while closing his eyes, expecting everything to end now. Wasn't this the same thing as his previous job? If so, what's the point?
But the expected oblivion he felt when his head was separated from his body like last time didn't occur. Slowly, he opened his eyes and found the words on the screen had now shifted.
[Voluntary contract applicable. Do you wish to understand your circumstances?]
"Yes."
The crimson screen flashed and the youth felt his surroundings turn into a blur, which was strange because all he could see was endless white. The only thing that actually blurred was the crimson screen. Adopting a strange expression, he felt a new form of understanding. This transfer of information transcended the method of reading and learning and then acquiring already learned knowledge for future use. This was fixed. What he was forced to understand was the general knowledge of causality.
Why he didn't die? Only this remained a mystery.
[Do you accept these conditions?]
'It is... too good to be true, actually. No, it only looks good until I'm forced into these conditions...' The youth traced his chin thoughtfully. Right now, it is true that he had nothing to lose. He was... no, he IS dead.
Most likely, in his previous world, his body is probably handed off to the darker section of his 'home'—the necrophilia section, where his body might be hardened and stuffed using chemical substances.
'Dang, I forgot about that. Not even a proper cremation.'
He scowled. His previous job was... in a word: All-encompassing.
Yet, being disappointed about his death wasn't his highest priority. It is to make use of this new opportunity.
"Yes..." the youth finally sighed.
His vision instantly darkened and the words on the screen began to change.
[Nik Faran, coded: GC—EHG—98034, added to Infinity. Authority Rank: 0 (0/100). Scanning compatible bloodline...
Scan complete. Reconstructing the body.
Bloodline Selected: Adonis' Ember (Common).
Mark of Infinity constructed.
Selecting Paradise.]
Meanwhile, even if Nik's eyes were now closed as he stood in the same spot, another screen popped into his 'gaze' as if it is inside his head.
[Do you have any additional inquiries?]
Until now, everything felt like a dream. His caretaker's death, then his own, and now this. A sense of numbness was already present inside of him and he couldn't help but question. His voice didn't echo but the mysterious entity was well aware of the question and replied through the screen.
[I am a formless entity. Refer to me as Infinity, if you must.]
Another question followed up.
[I have not selected you for your profession. Such motives are meaningless to me and as already described, I only wish... things.]
The youth felt his head buzz and he sighed.
[It is not a matter of your will. Your plane considers you 'removed' and even if you wish, you may not return to that plane until you hold sufficient strength. However, since you don't wish to return, it works out just fine.]
Soon, his consciousness faded as he truly had nothing to ask. If given proper time to process his situation then countless inquiries would follow surely but the mysterious entity wasn't bent on it. However, Nik already knew what needed to be done. To survive, at least.
He simply switched jobs. That's all. From one overbearing cunt to another mysterious one. Still, he felt lucky that he won't be forced to work on some wrinkled and rich screw-up always asking for him in his previous world even if his corpse might still be used.
'Oh, shit, I forgot to ask if I'll still be naked—'
Shinto nodded, "Let's do that."
"Still, what about his accommodation? That Takato guy said that they will be forced to dismiss 'Nik' by tomorrow. He doesn't even have any clothes..."
"Why don't you take him home, Raiji?" Shinto chuckled.
"Shinto-san, don't kid me. One look at his face and my wife will be all over him when I'm not around..."
"Oh, about her, did you already get enough evidence?" Shinto grew a bit solemn.
"Yeah, thank you for hinting about her... actions to me. I'm consulting a lawyer so when it really goes down, her unfaithful ass cannot get a single asset!"
Raiji huffed.
"Well, all the best. I will contact the mother-daughter duo to finalize the formalities and ask them if they have any thoughts about providing accommodation to Nik. Still, we should have Genta-kun take a look. Doesn't he boast that he knows quite a few foreign languages? We'll know if he has been telling truth or lies!"
"Say, Shinto-san, if we happened to be jumping into a teenager's backyard and fell to unconsciousness, would we be considered perverts or some unknown victim?"
"Pervert..." Shinto's expression turned bleak.
"That's what I thought... maybe we should really charge that bastard..."
"For what? Being more handsome than you? Just walk forward," Shinto snorted and the two policemen exited the hospital.
---
'Alright... according to infinity, I only have to think of eligible actions allowed and...'
Nik silently lay on the hospital bed and his gaze brightened when a crimson screen with golden edges appeared in front of his eyes. It was translucent and the striking golden words finally made it sink into Nik that he had a new job with at least one benefit thoroughly known— he gets to live again.
[Name: Nik Faran
Age: 20 (80)
Code: GC—EHG—98034
Authority Rank: 0 (0/100)
Paradise: Transmigration
Bloodline: Adonis' Ember (Common)]
Nik silently looked at the number '80.'
'My natural age limit, huh... now, what else. Hmm, Authority Benefits...'
[Authority Rank: 0
No benefits.]
Pursing his lips, Nik began to check whatever he could.
[Transmigration in: 156:46 hours.]
[Skills:
Bloodline—
1) Charm of Adonis: The user's charm can attract the opposite gender and similarly oriented individuals.]
Nik continued to look in a daze.
'That's it, huh... I can't even communicate here. And...' Nik thought once again and looked at the red ring-like tattoo around his left forearm. Resisting the urge of doing something so stupid under the presence of many individuals constantly checking up on him, Nik did not invoke the mark of infinity branded on him to look into the other side gifted to him. Instead, he took advantage of this flexible system of the mysterious organization that this infinity represented and quietly thought of something else.
[Acquire language of the homeworld?
Cost: 1 AP (Rank 0)]
'One authority point, huh...'
Nik turned and looked at the empty glass before glancing around and leaning down to pick up the small candy wrapper left by one of the blue-uniformed men and suddenly, the wrapper disappeared from his hand.
[Authority Rank: 0 (0.00007/100)]
Nik sighed and leaned back. This was a hopeless endeavor.
From one cold world to another, Nik could only close his eyes and rest. He wasn't the least bit impatient. After all, he was going to live here for a long time so he wanted to make the best use of the comfort provided to him because even if he was from another world, he knew hospitals to be a rather lucrative form of organization and such a location wouldn't waste their rooms on penniless individuals.
'Still, not being scrawny any longer is already the second-best thing to happen to me aside from being resurrected.'
The next day, another uniformed inspector, Nik realized by now, came over. Unlike the two previous officers, this one was younger, his build was similar to Nik's and he also brought a package with clothes, one pair.
"Kaese ho aap?" The man began with a smile and Nik blinked. Gazing at the younger officer with a strange expression, Nik finally spoke up.
"I'm... good." He understood it, a little. The language the man spoke was quite similar to his own world's and given the fact that the man scoffed a chuckle meant that the two of them were on the same page.
"That's some good fortune. I didn't know Hindi would actually work. I spent three years of college in India as an exchange student," the man smiled but confusion once again took over Nik's expression. He couldn't understand half of it.
Seeing this, the man shook his head and introduced himself, "My name is Asagi Genta. Can you tell me what happened?"
Nik looked at the clothes in Genta's hands and then grew a bit thoughtful. In the rules stated imprinted by Infinity in his head, there was no such thing as not talking about his experience of reincarnation. There was only one thing Infinity demanded but that wasn't the issue. But even if reincarnated, Nik wasn't kicked hard enough in his head to just spout the truth fully realizing that it may either be considered a fool's rambling or some secret that shouldn't be exposed in the first place which may lead him to a mental asylum or a dangerous and confined ward.
"I don't know. I was taking a bath and the next thing I know, I'm in this hospital. I can barely talk to others, too," he replied while sighing. He wasn't fortunate enough to get a window room or he might have already tried to escape.
Sitting down, Genta placed the clothes on the bedstand and crossed his arms. Solemnity flashing across his face, "You don't remember? Your file does not state amnesia."
Nik smiled and nodded, "I don't."
***
Alternate Title: Necrophilia Section's Gonna Enjoy 'Fresh' Blood!; The Johnny Sins of Job; Sissy Dilemma; Infinity Rushes for that Booty!; Spread Cheeks; Don't You Sword Dat Ass!; Multiverse Uber— Ah, Ehm, Transmigration
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Chapter 1: Nik Faran (1)Chapter 1: Nik Faran (1)
A/N: Expect porn/smut logic!
***
[Do you remember how you got here?]
A translucent red screen with golden words inquiring about the circumstances of a young man can be seen in a space of absolute white. Even the youth felt that he stood on an invisible platform yet there was nothing aside from the white his dark pupils could gaze at.
Long and dark, even lush, that's what the youth's hair looked like. From behind, one may even say that this man took care of his hair better than many women. His skin is a bit toasty. Not fair, but warmer and wheaty in color. A small scar can be observed on the corner of his right brow. His naked body happened to be frail as if he was specifically made to look like a delicate yet exotic-looking female than a man. After all, the natural glossy feel of his skin that could be sensed from the pure white world indicated to youth's lifestyle, or so, one would misjudge.
"I... was executed. For trying to escape my home," the youth mutters the answer to the question under his breath. His eyes are blank and his left hand traced his neck, "There was a guillotine and... a bucket filled with heads right below me. Why am I not dead?" He inquired. Despite his situation, the youth was soft-spoken. It wasn't that raging waves didn't threaten to tear apart his calm facade but this is how he was trained. To remain soft. To evoke the natural feeling of protectiveness from his 'customers.'
Why?
For a great tip, of course.
However, the entity that represented this translucent crimson screen happened to be impervious to the charms of the youth.
[Death is a relative term. Your process of cleansing and reincarnation has not been fully executed and you retain a chance to 'live.' From now on, please keep your answers in two short terms: Yes or no. You will get a chance to question me about your situation as you see fit after this small, voluntary procedure.
Note that any answer aside from the stated terms will be regarded as non-compliance to the policies and your process of 'death' will be continued shortly after.]
[Do you understand this well?]
The youth stared at the screen silently. Instead of replying, he looked around. Although his body could move, his feet seemed to be stuck in place and wouldn't budge no matter what.
"Yes."
He nodded.
[At a chance for a new life, would you complete a single task?]
He frowned. If he didn't want a better life, he wouldn't have tried to escape that rather beautiful hell manned by one rather gruesome trainer.
"Yes."
[At a chance for a new life for one task that may continue for a foreseeable future, will you accomplish everything asked of you?]
His furrow deepened.
"... No."
The youth replied while closing his eyes, expecting everything to end now. Wasn't this the same thing as his previous job? If so, what's the point?
But the expected oblivion he felt when his head was separated from his body like last time didn't occur. Slowly, he opened his eyes and found the words on the screen had now shifted.
[Voluntary contract applicable. Do you wish to understand your circumstances?]
"Yes."
The crimson screen flashed and the youth felt his surroundings turn into a blur, which was strange because all he could see was endless white. The only thing that actually blurred was the crimson screen. Adopting a strange expression, he felt a new form of understanding. This transfer of information transcended the method of reading and learning and then acquiring already learned knowledge for future use. This was fixed. What he was forced to understand was the general knowledge of causality.
Why he didn't die? Only this remained a mystery.
[Do you accept these conditions?]
'It is... too good to be true, actually. No, it only looks good until I'm forced into these conditions...' The youth traced his chin thoughtfully. Right now, it is true that he had nothing to lose. He was... no, he IS dead.
Most likely, in his previous world, his body is probably handed off to the darker section of his 'home'—the necrophilia section, where his body might be hardened and stuffed using chemical substances.
'Dang, I forgot about that. Not even a proper cremation.'
He scowled. His previous job was... in a word: All-encompassing.
Yet, being disappointed about his death wasn't his highest priority. It is to make use of this new opportunity.
"Yes..." the youth finally sighed.
His vision instantly darkened and the words on the screen began to change.
[Nik Faran, coded: GC—EHG—98034, added to Infinity. Authority Rank: 0 (0/100). Scanning compatible bloodline...
Scan complete. Reconstructing the body.
Bloodline Selected: Adonis' Ember (Common).
Mark of Infinity constructed.
Selecting Paradise.]
Meanwhile, even if Nik's eyes were now closed as he stood in the same spot, another screen popped into his 'gaze' as if it is inside his head.
[Do you have any additional inquiries?]
Until now, everything felt like a dream. His caretaker's death, then his own, and now this. A sense of numbness was already present inside of him and he couldn't help but question. His voice didn't echo but the mysterious entity was well aware of the question and replied through the screen.
[I am a formless entity. Refer to me as Infinity, if you must.]
Another question followed up.
[I have not selected you for your profession. Such motives are meaningless to me and as already described, I only wish... things.]
The youth felt his head buzz and he sighed.
[It is not a matter of your will. Your plane considers you 'removed' and even if you wish, you may not return to that plane until you hold sufficient strength. However, since you don't wish to return, it works out just fine.]
Soon, his consciousness faded as he truly had nothing to ask. If given proper time to process his situation then countless inquiries would follow surely but the mysterious entity wasn't bent on it. However, Nik already knew what needed to be done. To survive, at least.
He simply switched jobs. That's all. From one overbearing cunt to another mysterious one. Still, he felt lucky that he won't be forced to work on some wrinkled and rich screw-up always asking for him in his previous world even if his corpse might still be used.
'Oh, shit, I forgot to ask if I'll still be naked—'
Shinto nodded, "Let's do that."
"Still, what about his accommodation? That Takato guy said that they will be forced to dismiss 'Nik' by tomorrow. He doesn't even have any clothes..."
"Why don't you take him home, Raiji?" Shinto chuckled.
"Shinto-san, don't kid me. One look at his face and my wife will be all over him when I'm not around..."
"Oh, about her, did you already get enough evidence?" Shinto grew a bit solemn.
"Yeah, thank you for hinting about her... actions to me. I'm consulting a lawyer so when it really goes down, her unfaithful ass cannot get a single asset!"
Raiji huffed.
"Well, all the best. I will contact the mother-daughter duo to finalize the formalities and ask them if they have any thoughts about providing accommodation to Nik. Still, we should have Genta-kun take a look. Doesn't he boast that he knows quite a few foreign languages? We'll know if he has been telling truth or lies!"
"Say, Shinto-san, if we happened to be jumping into a teenager's backyard and fell to unconsciousness, would we be considered perverts or some unknown victim?"
"Pervert..." Shinto's expression turned bleak.
"That's what I thought... maybe we should really charge that bastard..."
"For what? Being more handsome than you? Just walk forward," Shinto snorted and the two policemen exited the hospital.
---
'Alright... according to infinity, I only have to think of eligible actions allowed and...'
Nik silently lay on the hospital bed and his gaze brightened when a crimson screen with golden edges appeared in front of his eyes. It was translucent and the striking golden words finally made it sink into Nik that he had a new job with at least one benefit thoroughly known— he gets to live again.
[Name: Nik Faran
Age: 20 (80)
Code: GC—EHG—98034
Authority Rank: 0 (0/100)
Paradise: Transmigration
Bloodline: Adonis' Ember (Common)]
Nik silently looked at the number '80.'
'My natural age limit, huh... now, what else. Hmm, Authority Benefits...'
[Authority Rank: 0
No benefits.]
Pursing his lips, Nik began to check whatever he could.
[Transmigration in: 156:46 hours.]
[Skills:
Bloodline—
1) Charm of Adonis: The user's charm can attract the opposite gender and similarly oriented individuals.]
Nik continued to look in a daze.
'That's it, huh... I can't even communicate here. And...' Nik thought once again and looked at the red ring-like tattoo around his left forearm. Resisting the urge of doing something so stupid under the presence of many individuals constantly checking up on him, Nik did not invoke the mark of infinity branded on him to look into the other side gifted to him. Instead, he took advantage of this flexible system of the mysterious organization that this infinity represented and quietly thought of something else.
[Acquire language of the homeworld?
Cost: 1 AP (Rank 0)]
'One authority point, huh...'
Nik turned and looked at the empty glass before glancing around and leaning down to pick up the small candy wrapper left by one of the blue-uniformed men and suddenly, the wrapper disappeared from his hand.
[Authority Rank: 0 (0.00007/100)]
Nik sighed and leaned back. This was a hopeless endeavor.
From one cold world to another, Nik could only close his eyes and rest. He wasn't the least bit impatient. After all, he was going to live here for a long time so he wanted to make the best use of the comfort provided to him because even if he was from another world, he knew hospitals to be a rather lucrative form of organization and such a location wouldn't waste their rooms on penniless individuals.
'Still, not being scrawny any longer is already the second-best thing to happen to me aside from being resurrected.'
The next day, another uniformed inspector, Nik realized by now, came over. Unlike the two previous officers, this one was younger, his build was similar to Nik's and he also brought a package with clothes, one pair.
"Kaese ho aap?" The man began with a smile and Nik blinked. Gazing at the younger officer with a strange expression, Nik finally spoke up.
"I'm... good." He understood it, a little. The language the man spoke was quite similar to his own world's and given the fact that the man scoffed a chuckle meant that the two of them were on the same page.
"That's some good fortune. I didn't know Hindi would actually work. I spent three years of college in India as an exchange student," the man smiled but confusion once again took over Nik's expression. He couldn't understand half of it.
Seeing this, the man shook his head and introduced himself, "My name is Asagi Genta. Can you tell me what happened?"
Nik looked at the clothes in Genta's hands and then grew a bit thoughtful. In the rules stated imprinted by Infinity in his head, there was no such thing as not talking about his experience of reincarnation. There was only one thing Infinity demanded but that wasn't the issue. But even if reincarnated, Nik wasn't kicked hard enough in his head to just spout the truth fully realizing that it may either be considered a fool's rambling or some secret that shouldn't be exposed in the first place which may lead him to a mental asylum or a dangerous and confined ward.
"I don't know. I was taking a bath and the next thing I know, I'm in this hospital. I can barely talk to others, too," he replied while sighing. He wasn't fortunate enough to get a window room or he might have already tried to escape.
Sitting down, Genta placed the clothes on the bedstand and crossed his arms. Solemnity flashing across his face, "You don't remember? Your file does not state amnesia."
Nik smiled and nodded, "I don't."
***
Alternate Title: Necrophilia Section's Gonna Enjoy 'Fresh' Blood!; The Johnny Sins of Job; Sissy Dilemma; Infinity Rushes for that Booty!; Spread Cheeks; Don't You Sword Dat Ass!; Multiverse Uber— Ah, Ehm, Transmigration
Chapter 1: Nik Faran 1Chapter 1: Nik Faran 1 A/N: Expect porn/smut logic! *** Do you remember how you got here? A translucent red screen with golden words inquiring about the circumstances of a young man can be seen in a space of absolute white. Even the youth felt that he stood on an invisible platform yet there was nothing aside from the white his dark pupils could gaze at. Long and dark, even lush, that's what the youth's hair looked like. From behind, one may even say that this man took care of his hair better than many women. His skin is a bit toasty. Not fair, but warmer and wheaty in color. A small scar can be observed on the corner of his right brow. His naked body happened to be frail as if he was specifically made to look like a delicate yet exotic-looking female than a man. After all, the natural glossy feel of his skin that could be sensed from the pure white world indicated to youth's lifestyle, or so, one would misjudge. "I... was executed. For trying to escape my home," the youth mutters the answer to the question under his breath. His eyes are blank and his left hand traced his neck, "There was a guillotine and... a bucket filled with heads right below me. Why am I not dead?" He inquired. Despite his situation, the youth was soft-spoken. It wasn't that raging waves didn't threaten to tear apart his calm facade but this is how he was trained. To remain soft. To evoke the natural feeling of protectiveness from his 'customers.' Why? For a great tip, of course. However, the entity that represented this translucent crimson screen happened to be impervious to the charms of the youth. Death is a relative term. Your process of cleansing and reincarnation has not been fully executed and you retain a chance to 'live.' From now on, please keep your answers in two short terms: Yes or no. You will get a chance to question me about your situation as you see fit after this small, voluntary procedure. Note that any answer aside from the stated terms will be regarded as non-compliance to the policies and your process of 'death' will be continued shortly after. Do you understand this well? The youth stared at the screen silently. Instead of replying, he looked around. Although his body could move, his feet seemed to be stuck in place and wouldn't budge no matter what. "Yes." He nodded. At a chance for a new life, would you complete a single task? He frowned. If he didn't want a better life, he wouldn't have tried to escape that rather beautiful hell manned by one rather gruesome trainer. "Yes." At a chance for a new life for one task that may continue for a foreseeable future, will you accomplish everything asked of you? His furrow deepened. "... No." The youth replied while closing his eyes, expecting everything to end now. Wasn't this the same thing as his previous job? If so, what's the point? But the expected oblivion he felt when his head was separated from his body like last time didn't occur. Slowly, he opened his eyes and found the words on the screen had now shifted. Voluntary contract applicable. Do you wish to understand your circumstances? "Yes." The crimson screen flashed and the youth felt his surroundings turn into a blur, which was strange because all he could see was endless white. The only thing that actually blurred was the crimson screen. Adopting a strange expression, he felt a new form of understanding. This transfer of information transcended the method of reading and learning and then acquiring already learned knowledge for future use. This was fixed. What he was forced to understand was the general knowledge of causality. Why he didn't die? Only this remained a mystery. Do you accept these conditions? 'It is... too good to be true, actually. No, it only looks good until I'm forced into these conditions...' The youth traced his chin thoughtfully. Right now, it is true that he had nothing to lose. He was... no, he IS dead. Most likely, in his previous world, his body is probably handed off to the darker section of his 'home'the necrophilia section, where his body might be hardened and stuffed using chemical substances. 'Dang, I forgot about that. Not even a proper cremation.' He scowled. His previous job was... in a word: All-encompassing. Yet, being disappointed about his death wasn't his highest priority. It is to make use of this new opportunity. "Yes..." the youth finally sighed. His vision instantly darkened and the words on the screen began to change. Nik Faran, coded: GCEHG98034, added to Infinity. Authority Rank: 0 0/100. Scanning compatible bloodline... Scan complete. Reconstructing the body. Bloodline Selected: Adonis' Ember Common. Mark of Infinity constructed. Selecting Paradise. Meanwhile, even if Nik's eyes were now closed as he stood in the same spot, another screen popped into his 'gaze' as if it is inside his head. Do you have any additional inquiries? Until now, everything felt like a dream. His caretaker's death, then his own, and now this. A sense of numbness was already present inside of him and he couldn't help but question. His voice didn't echo but the mysterious entity was well aware of the question and replied through the screen. I am a formless entity. Refer to me as Infinity, if you must. Another question followed up. I have not selected you for your profession. Such motives are meaningless to me and as already described, I only wish... things. The youth felt his head buzz and he sighed. It is not a matter of your will. Your plane considers you 'removed' and even if you wish, you may not return to that plane until you hold sufficient strength. However, since you don't wish to return, it works out just fine. Soon, his consciousness faded as he truly had nothing to ask. If given proper time to process his situation then countless inquiries would follow surely but the mysterious entity wasn't bent on it. However, Nik already knew what needed to be done. To survive, at least. He simply switched jobs. That's all. From one overbearing cunt to another mysterious one. Still, he felt lucky that he won't be forced to work on some wrinkled and rich screw-up always asking for him in his previous world even if his corpse might still be used. 'Oh, shit, I forgot to ask if I'll still be naked' Shinto nodded, "Let's do that." "Still, what about his accommodation? That Takato guy said that they will be forced to dismiss 'Nik' by tomorrow. He doesn't even have any clothes..." "Why don't you take him home, Raiji?" Shinto chuckled. "Shinto-san, don't kid me. One look at his face and my wife will be all over him when I'm not around..." "Oh, about her, did you already get enough evidence?" Shinto grew a bit solemn. "Yeah, thank you for hinting about her... actions to me. I'm consulting a lawyer so when it really goes down, her unfaithful ass cannot get a single asset!" Raiji huffed. "Well, all the best. I will contact the mother-daughter duo to finalize the formalities and ask them if they have any thoughts about providing accommodation to Nik. Still, we should have Genta-kun take a look. Doesn't he boast that he knows quite a few foreign languages? We'll know if he has been telling truth or lies!" "Say, Shinto-san, if we happened to be jumping into a teenager's backyard and fell to unconsciousness, would we be considered perverts or some unknown victim?" "Pervert..." Shinto's expression turned bleak. "That's what I thought... maybe we should really charge that bastard..." "For what? Being more handsome than you? Just walk forward," Shinto snorted and the two policemen exited the hospital. --- 'Alright... according to infinity, I only have to think of eligible actions allowed and...' Nik silently lay on the hospital bed and his gaze brightened when a crimson screen with golden edges appeared in front of his eyes. It was translucent and the striking golden words finally made it sink into Nik that he had a new job with at least one benefit thoroughly known he gets to live again. Name: Nik Faran Age: 20 80 Code: GCEHG98034 Authority Rank: 0 0/100 Paradise: Transmigration Bloodline: Adonis' Ember Common Nik silently looked at the number '80.' 'My natural age limit, huh... now, what else. Hmm, Authority Benefits...' Authority Rank: 0 No benefits. Pursing his lips, Nik began to check whatever he could. Transmigration in: 156:46 hours. Skills: Bloodline 1 Charm of Adonis: The user's charm can attract the opposite gender and similarly oriented individuals. Nik continued to look in a daze. 'That's it, huh... I can't even communicate here. And...' Nik thought once again and looked at the red ring-like tattoo around his left forearm. Resisting the urge of doing something so stupid under the presence of many individuals constantly checking up on him, Nik did not invoke the mark of infinity branded on him to look into the other side gifted to him. Instead, he took advantage of this flexible system of the mysterious organization that this infinity represented and quietly thought of something else. Acquire language of the homeworld? Cost: 1 AP Rank 0 'One authority point, huh...' Nik turned and looked at the empty glass before glancing around and leaning down to pick up the small candy wrapper left by one of the blue-uniformed men and suddenly, the wrapper disappeared from his hand. Authority Rank: 0 0.00007/100 Nik sighed and leaned back. This was a hopeless endeavor. From one cold world to another, Nik could only close his eyes and rest. He wasn't the least bit impatient. After all, he was going to live here for a long time so he wanted to make the best use of the comfort provided to him because even if he was from another world, he knew hospitals to be a rather lucrative form of organization and such a location wouldn't waste their rooms on penniless individuals. 'Still, not being scrawny any longer is already the second-best thing to happen to me aside from being resurrected.' The next day, another uniformed inspector, Nik realized by now, came over. Unlike the two previous officers, this one was younger, his build was similar to Nik's and he also brought a package with clothes, one pair. "Kaese ho aap?" The man began with a smile and Nik blinked. Gazing at the younger officer with a strange expression, Nik finally spoke up. "I'm... good." He understood it, a little. The language the man spoke was quite similar to his own world's and given the fact that the man scoffed a chuckle meant that the two of them were on the same page. "That's some good fortune. I didn't know Hindi would actually work. I spent three years of college in India as an exchange student," the man smiled but confusion once again took over Nik's expression. He couldn't understand half of it. Seeing this, the man shook his head and introduced himself, "My name is Asagi Genta. Can you tell me what happened?" Nik looked at the clothes in Genta's hands and then grew a bit thoughtful. In the rules stated imprinted by Infinity in his head, there was no such thing as not talking about his experience of reincarnation. There was only one thing Infinity demanded but that wasn't the issue. But even if reincarnated, Nik wasn't kicked hard enough in his head to just spout the truth fully realizing that it may either be considered a fool's rambling or some secret that shouldn't be exposed in the first place which may lead him to a mental asylum or a dangerous and confined ward. "I don't know. I was taking a bath and the next thing I know, I'm in this hospital. I can barely talk to others, too," he replied while sighing. He wasn't fortunate enough to get a window room or he might have already tried to escape. Sitting down, Genta placed the clothes on the bedstand and crossed his arms. Solemnity flashing across his face, "You don't remember? Your file does not state amnesia." Nik smiled and nodded, "I don't." *** Alternate Title: Necrophilia Section's Gonna Enjoy 'Fresh' Blood!; The Johnny Sins of Job; Sissy Dilemma; Infinity Rushes for that Booty!; Spread Cheeks; Don't You Sword Dat Ass!; Multiverse Uber Ah, Ehm, Transmigration
