Once again, Ron found himself in a dark and cold space, embraced by a warm energy that kept the cold at bay. Words once again flooded his mind, As if someone was speaking into his mind. Or saying (Something) would be more accurate after all; the voice was quite robotic. Hearing the very same sound again as the last time he found himself in this place, he couldn't help but actually consider this being real. He surely hoped it was. If it wasn't, he would probably get checked into a mental asylum or something.
[Synchronizing successful system selected: Mafia Noble system.]
[Established world connections: 2, Warning, Connection unstable.]
'What is this thing.'
The robotic voice once again responded to his thought process, and the voice simply entered his mind.
[ Processing request. ]
[System selector... Error, Recalculating... Noble mafia system.
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The answer was a bit vague, but Ron decided not to bother with it and instead spoke out, which was quite a strange sensation since he didn't have vocal cords, Or a body for that matter, here.
"Are you a sentient lifeform?"
[Negative]
"Where am I?"
[Unable to process question.]
Ron wasn't sure what to do with all this; the only thing he could think about was some of the novels he liked to read.
'A system, huh? But what's up with this ridiculous bullshit? I want some Chinese OP cultivation system and become a god. Or a harem system in which I can drown my sorrows away in the tits of pretty girls. What's up with this mafia bullshit? Am I supposed to start dealing in Coke now? THE FUCK'
After taking a couple of seconds to calm down, he figured that throwing a tantrum wasn't going to help him.
"So what's with that fantasy cosplay crap I woke up in?"
[ Calculating.... Host's fantasy cosplay crap world is one of the two worlds registered in the system. ]
'' So, Can I return to my home now? "
[ Negative. ]
Ron didn't particularly care about his own life, Or his world for that matter. He was the type that didn't care too much as long as you didn't bother him too much. He properly fulfilled his social obligations, whether it was his study, work, or being social with the few friends he had every now and then. But at the end of the day, he was just living life. He wasn't suicidal, No, nothing of the sort. It's just that his will to live, although there wasn't as strong as most others; yes, he would. Yes, he wanted to live, but if he couldn't, then that's that. He, however, still had loving parents to whom he felt indebted, Which he didn't just want to leave behind.
"Why not?"
[ Not enough system currency. ]
"What's system currency?"
[Currency used by the system.]
' That doesn't answer much now, does it? '
[Low energy, Loading quests... Successful]
Before Ron even had the chance to ask another question, he suddenly left the previous darkness-filled world and simply felt himself slipping into unconsciousness peacefully, As if he had fallen asleep.