When Archer woke up next, it was already some time past eight. Squinting his eyes tight, he groaned lightly and turned over to sleep for another hour or two.

If he was still the Archer Brooks, he would be awake by now and have hit the gym. Since he was Archer Reid, he took the rare opportunity to laze around for some time.

Only when the time showed nine, did he get out of bed. Stretching his hands above his head, he did a few squats to pop his joints.

Sighing lightly, he opened the curtains. The sunlight peeked in, illuminating the room. The warm rays filled Archer with hope and subconsciously, his lips curved into a smile.

Even though there was a lane in between, he could still see the windows in the adjacent building. If not for the windows being covered, he had an inkling that he'd be staring right into the bedroom.

Shaking his head lightly, he picked an attire for the day, settling for something comfortable and washed up first. Archer had never used such sub-standard products before.

However, he wasn't the Archer Brooks anymore. So, he could only make do with it.

Logan was nowhere in sight. His room door was closed and Archer didn't look for him, settling on filling his tummy first.

Archer hadn't noticed the previous day. Now that he took a good look of the place, he realized there was no separate living room. The dining hall itself was the living room.

Archer entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast. But the sticky note on the refrigerator caught his attention.

'Had some work to attend to. Will be back by noon. - Logan'

Archer tapped the note twice before he opened the refrigerator. Pulling out the bottle of milk, he picked a box of cereals above the refrigerator.

Archer clicked his tongue as he prepared his breakfast. 'How long had it been since I ate processed food?' he wondered.

Settling on the dining table, he switched on the television and looked for the news channel instantly. Archer had now accepted the reality. It wasn't a dream anymore. He was dead and had become Archer Reid.

There was no use crying over spilled milk. He had to think about the future and find his murderer.

As expected, the news channel was still reporting Archer's death and the man watched it silently as he ate his breakfast. This time, he remained unaffected. Even when the reporter spoke about his debts and his company facing a loss, he didn't react and ate silently.

Archer's expression finally cracked when the scene shifted to the crowd outside the City Funeral Hall. The massive crowd stunned him and he stared at his fans crying their hearts out. Since the fans were allowed to see his body, the crowd was bountiful.

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Archer was touched to see the love his fans had for him and unknowingly, his eyes welled up. He felt suffocated while his chest constricted in pain as if his heart was being crushed by something.

Unable to endure the scene anymore, Archer switched off the television and entered the kitchen again. He was already done with the breakfast. Once washing the bowl, he returned to the dining hall.

With a sigh, he took his seat again and started tapping his fingers on the table. Drowning himself in his thoughts, he started to recall all that happened to him since he had become Archer Reid.

Archer's eyes widened when he remembered what had happened the previous night.

C.A.L.I.X.

"Was CALIX real or was I dreaming?"

CALIX: Did you call me? How can I help you?

The robotic voice responded immediately and Archer jerked in his place, still not used to CALIX's presence.

"I thought I was hallucinating. So, you are real," he mumbled. "Wait a minute! It means the task is real as well. Do I really have to learn and execute a backflip?"

CALIX: You have fourteen hours and eighteen minutes before the task resets.

CALIX reminded him and Archer rolled his eyes towards the sky and tilted his head back.

"Do I have a choice?" he grumbled and stood up. "But where do I practice?"

Archer had no idea how to do backflips or anything related to it. He pulled out his phone and took the help of the one thing he could think of - the Internet.

Archer felt his heart drop when he saw how difficult it was to do a backflip. It would take him days to master it. Once again, he complained to himself, scolding the system for being inhuman.

CALIX: Let me remind you that I can hear your thoughts.

Archer huffed and closed his eyes. "Can't I even complain?"

CALIX: You can. I am just reminding you.

"Will there be repercussions if I complain?" Archer asked carefully. He didn't know how sensitive the system was. What if his words triggered CALIX and he lost all the points he had earned?

CALIX: It depends. If you are insulting the system outright, then yes. Otherwise, there might not be any repercussions.

Archer noticed that CALIX had used the word 'might'. So, it depended on the circumstances or the system's mood. He made it a note to keep his tongue and mind in check. What if his mindless rant irked CALIX? No, he couldn't afford it.

"I need a flip mat and kneepads and..." Archer listed a few equipment from his Google search results.

CALIX: You are a stuntsman. You should have all the things you just mentioned.

Archer didn't know if the original host had all the things he required or not. Skeptical, he searched the apartment except for Logan and Monica's room and reality proved CALIX right.

Archer found all the equipment he needed to learn and execute the backflip, including a foldable flip mat that was as huge as his mattress. He now couldn't use this as an excuse to dawdle.

Archer knew he had to practice in an open area. Otherwise, it wouldn't just be him damaged by the end of the day, even the apartment wouldn't be safe.

However, he couldn't find any park or any open area nearby. He could only settle for the next best option - the terrace in his apartment. It was wide and free and he didn't have to worry about anyone interrupting or making fun of him.

Archer was already wearing comfortable clothes. He glanced at the time and noticed that it was almost eleven. He had a little more than half a day.

Picking up his pace, he took all his equipment to the terrace, thankfully the elevator wide enough to fit the flip mat. So, he could take everything in one trip.

The terrace was as deserted as it could be. There was not one soul in sight.

Sighing in relief, Archer positioned the flip mat and geared up, preparing himself to learn the first complicated stunt of his life.