Chapter 52
A New World (1)
Volume Two
Arthur felt the cold wind lash violently against his face and body,
as if the air itself were trying to tear him apart.
Within a few seconds, exhaustion began gnawing at his nerves—
a deep fatigue unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Then…
his body faded.
It scattered like dust into the void.
Arthur vanished from the world of One Piece.
The color of life faded from his eyes,
and he fell into complete darkness.
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|The host's physical transfer has begun.|
Ding— Ding— Ding—
|Searching for a world for the new mission…
Searching…|
An undefined amount of time passed,
while Arthur's eyes remained closed,
and his transparent soul drifted along the path of the supreme cosmos,
between shimmering stars and endless space.
Diiing— Diiing—
|A suitable world for the new mission has been found.
An anomaly in the transfer process has been detected.
Switching to spiritual transfer.
A suitable body has been found.
Initiating transfer now.|
Arthur's soul suddenly vanished from the path of stars.
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An eighteen-year-old boy opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw…
was the ceiling of a subway train.
He was sitting on a cold seat,
and the sounds of metal and rails rang loudly in his ears.
He looked around.
People…
were staring at him in surprise.
In shock.
And with a hint of fear.
The shadow of a large man approached him,
placing a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Kid… are you alright?
Why did you do that?"
The boy hesitated to answer.
His mind was confused,
and his body ached in a way he couldn't understand.
With difficulty,
the words left his mouth:
"…What do you mean?"
At that moment,
he froze.
This isn't my voice.
'Why is my voice different? It's… softer.
What happened to me?'
The large man sighed with concern.
"Have you lost your mind?
You just tried to kill yourself…
Look."
He pointed to the floor beside him.
It was covered in vomit,
empty pill bottles,
and scattered remnants of medicine.
'What the hell is going on here?'
Before his thoughts could finish—
Diiing—
|Congratulations, host.
You have successfully transferred to the world of
Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint.
Good luck.|
Arthur let out a deep sigh.
Then he gave a faint smile to the man who was still holding his shoulder.
The man released him,
and when the subway stopped at the next station,
he hurried out.
The eyes of the passengers remained fixed on Arthur,
their gazes strange and uncomfortable.
---
Arthur sighed again,
and began examining his body.
The body of an eighteen-year-old boy,
wearing a school uniform.
A weak physical build,
fragile… completely unlike his previous body.
'So this is spiritual transfer…
My soul moved into someone else's body.
But does that mean the person has to be dead?'
|Yes… and no.
The body must be empty of its soul—
in its final moments.
You cannot possess a living vessel,
nor a body that died long ago.
It must be one step away from death.|
'Does that mean the boy's soul is still here?'
|No.
It disappeared the moment you took the body.
He died as he wished…
and you remained.|
Arthur was silent for a moment.
'And what about my original body?
I thought the transfer would be physical…
Don't tell me it fell off the mountain!
Damn my heroic endings in my imagination!'
|Calm down, host.
A system malfunction occurred
because it was not upgraded to the next version.
During the transfer,
your body was struck by a spacetime storm along the cosmic path.
At the final moment,
it was preserved in storage,
and your soul was transferred here.|
'So I was right…
The malfunction changed the type of transfer,
and my body was hit by a spacetime storm?'
|Yes.|
'Can I return to it?'
|Not currently.
Your body is sealed in storage.
Opening the seal recklessly will cause
your original body to shatter,
your soul to be destroyed,
and possibly kill everyone around you.
Your body is safe for now…
and will remain so until you find a proper solution.|
Arthur sighed quietly.
'At least…
I didn't die.'
'Thank you for saving me, System.'
|... :) |
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After a while,
people lost interest in him
and returned to their phones and newspapers.
Arthur stood up
and began examining his appearance in the subway's window.
Silver-white hair,
slightly short,
sharp, beautiful eyes,
and skin that was uncomfortably smooth.
He searched his clothes.
He found only a little money
and another bottle of pills.
He sighed in irritation.
'Damn…
Did I transfer into a girl's body?
Why is this boy so soft and weak?
Look at his hair!
It covers one eye like some kind of gentle pretty boy!
Have men turned into women while I was gone?!'
He smirked at his own thoughts.
He left the subway for the restroom,
washed his face and mouth from the vomit,
then pushed his hair back.
He looked at his reflection.
A face… irritatingly beautiful.
He almost felt like vomiting again.
'Should I take a knife and scar this face a little?'
He chuckled lightly at his own ridiculous thought.
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Before he could return to his seat—
the subway shook violently.
It stopped abruptly.
The lights went out.
Whispers spread among the passengers,
followed by cries of panic.
And in that moment…
Arthur's instincts rang out.
Something was piercing reality.
He immediately turned.
Space itself was tearing apart,
and a strange blue light ripped through time and space.
A gate opened.
And from it emerged a being…
a small creature,
soft,
fluffy,
floating in the air.
It had two small horns,
and a piece of cloth covering its body.
Someone shouted:
"Dokkaebi!"
Two windows appeared in the air,
visible to everyone.
|The fixed service system 9805 has been terminated.|
|The main scenario will now begin.|
The Dokkaebi smiled…
a wicked,
primitive smile,
like the grin of a creature thirsty for blood.
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