5 Memory Transfer.



"So where am I?" I asked no one; right now I was inside a dark room, sitting cross-legged.

"No what?" I have no clue about what happens from here on. I looked all around the room, but to no avail; I couldn't see a thing.

It somehow reminds me of the dark place where I encountered that blackhole-type portal before coming here.

Sigh

"So, how many absurd things have happened to me up until now?" I sighed

The first is that I am inside a game that I used to play, and the fact that I ain't the protagonist or any important person but a mere side villain used as a stepping stone for the growth of the hero is also very frustrating.

My past life wasn't great, and now that I am given another chance, it's also useless.

After a few minutes, the creepy silence enveloped the air.

Silence,

.

Nothing happened, and the system window didn't appear like before. I thought I had to do something now, so I

"HEY, IS THERE ANYONE HERE?" I shouted as loud as I could; there was nothing I could do other than shout and stay down.

Silence,

Still, there was no response.

'I should try again.' I thought I would gather air in my lungs to shout, but suddenly something abnormal happened.

Fush.,

When I was about to shout again, something like a tiny, neon-coloured fireball appeared out of nowhere in front of me, floating in the air and lighting up the dark room a little.

"Hey man!! Why are you shouting here? Just keep your voice down, or I'll fu*king kill you." And it started speaking while cursing me, of course. It's weird and scary, but it's also freaking awesome.

'I always wished to meet a ghost, and now my dream has come true! UNBELIEVABLE, RIGHT?' This was the first thing that came to mind when I saw such a weird being. I was excited by the appearance of this strange ghost.

'don't panic.' I calmed myself. I don't want to look uncool in front of the first ghost I've ever seen.

'Let's start a conversation first." Yes, starting a conversation is the best way to go.

"H-hi, Mr. Ghost, I am sorry for shouting, but can you tell me where I am?" I apologised for the inconvenience I caused.

"Huh, Mr. Ghost, who?" Mr. Ghost asked,

"Ain't you a ghost?" I questioned it to confirm my doubts.

"Me and a 'ghost', kid, you are funny!" It started giggling while telling me that it's not a ghost, making me much more disappointed than anything.

"I got my hopes up for nothing." I said that since it's not Mr. Ghost, there is no need for me to be polite.

"So who are you?" I asked, but my tone wasn't polite or anything like when this fireball appeared and I mistook it to be a ghost. How embarrassing!!

"Oh, you've changed your way of addressing me." The fireball was shocked by the sudden shift in my tone in addressing it.

"Because you are not worthy of my time." I said, keeping my tone as cold as ever, that my response is short and simple: if you are not worthy of my time, then you don't get any respect; that's my policy.

"This type of attitude? I like it, I like it," but for some reason the fireball was happy with the way I spoke.

"Stop wasting my time, and tell me, who are you?" I got straight to the point.

"Haa, you are no fun; well, to be precise, I am the "system." The fireball answered my question,

"Oh, okay," this was all I had to say when he told me that it's 'The System." Well, every one in those isekai anime gets one, so it's obvious that I'd also get a system.

"I know it's hard to believe—uh, what did you say?" I was shocked by my lack of response. Maybe it was expecting me to be more in a state of denial, but I am in no mood for drama here.

"I said okay, it's fine." I reassured it that I understood what it was saying.

"It looks like you're smart, so yes, I am a system." He took a pause there and said, "And the room we are in now is where the memory transfer process is going to take place, and...

"Hmm, can I ask you a question?" I interrupted it. I spoke to stop his boring lecture. I knew all of this from the isekai and transmigration novels I'd read so far, so I tried to ask him some of my doubts that I must clear.

"Oh, yes, you can, but I will answer only three questions that you ask." It said,

"Why only three?" I asked, "I have so many questions; how am I going to ask them if it says that it's going to answer only one?" I tilted my head in confusion.

"Because it's fun." And the answer that came annoyed me the most, so I told myself to stop.

"Calm down, calm down.' I took a deep breath and asked it a question that has been bugging me from the moment I came here.

"Is this world a game or a parallel universe?" If I can get this thing straight, then it would easily sort so many things into their place.

"A parallel universe similar to the game you played—what was its name again?" hmmm, ah yes, ('THE QUEST OF THE MYTHICAL WORLD')

This world is a parallel universe where we transfer you from your world. Now ask the second question." It answered immediately,

"So why am I transferred here?" And that too, not as protagonist but as side villain, I asked the question about the reason behind my summons.

"That's not a big deal; it's just that." It took a little pause, like thinking something, and said, "No,let me explain it to you more thoroughly so there is no doubt in your mind."

"Look, there are gods in every world, and these gods keep an eye on you and observe your every movement. The god of your world didn't like the way your fate took a turn or the fact that you lived a horrible and traumatic life.

He took pity on you for your bad luck and transferred you here in the body of the mortal names (Ren Hilton), who had a very tragic future ahead of him." Fireball explained these things in a very simple manner, so the only reason I am now Ren Hilton is because the real one was going to die anyway.

"Fuu, now the last question." I asked, and I could feel my tone getting a little cold.

"And last question about the girl that slapped me: who is she?" I recalled the way that silver-haired girl behaved in the tavern.

"Ah, that girl. Her name is Mary." Fireball answered me with a not-so-interesting tone,

'As I thought, she looked similar to the illustration on the game cover, and the way she talked meant that this Ren is already hated by her, the main heroine.'

"Now that you've asked all three questions, let's start with the process of the memory transfer." Saying this, he brought me out of my thoughts.

"Fine, but what's the point of this memory transfer?" I asked

"If not done, it can cause conflicts between the two souls of the host and owner, but after the process, the two souls will merge into one, and since you are mentally stronger than the owner of this body, your mind will be the dominant one, giving the host full control over this body and the previous owner full control over emotions." Fireball said, That means I am the dominant one between me and Ren.

"Okay, let's proceed." I agreed,

"Good, then let's start." The fireball commanded and initiated the process.

Zzzzzppzz

A tiny white particle appeared out of nowhere in the midst of the air.

"These are the memories of the owner of this body; consume them, and the process will be done." Fireball said as he pushed the particle towards me, still afloat,

"How should I consume this?" I asked, "This is not some chocolate candy that I can just gobble up; there has to be some special way,right?

"Eat It." Fireball said with the most serene tone ever,

"?? " I picked up the floating white particle and put it inside my mouth, and it melted quickly, leaving a cold sensation going down my throat.

After some seconds passed,

"Whoa!" It started to kick in like a drug, and an absurd amount of images flashed through my mind like it was flooded with memories.

The thing that was common in those pictures was the existence of a girl, from Ren's childhood to his teenage years.

She was with him, or we can say he was with her; he smiled for her, he cried for her, and he was just alive for her.

after some time.

"Isn't he too innocent to be a villain?" That was the only thing I could say after going through Ren's memories.

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