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Pitiful Lamb

Pitiful Lamb

In a chasm of space and time, where nothing should reside, a bright soul hovered in this void. It was a contradictory existence, something that should not exist in this space, but there it was brightly shining as if this radiance served as an act of defiance to the fabric of this universe. If one were to look closer, they could see that this presence wasn’t a soul that lacked form, it was a girl. Although no physical traits could be determined, she was beautiful like a perfectly sculpted artwork with no blemish in sight. A well proportionate body and long, dainty hair that floated alongside her face casually brushing past her fingertips; nails that were carved to symmetry and slim, long fingers that carried an odd glint, warning anyone that death will easily befall them lest they anger the owner. Currently, she was clamouring about her last transmigration.

“Oh. My. God. The nerve of him! How could he just BETRAY ME!” exclaimed the girl as she waved her hands frantically for maximum impact,“he, he, heeeee was merciless. Just y’know a casual day to stab your freakin’ sister in the back!”

[Host, maximum delay has been reached. Choose the next world immediately]

“Ahh... I’m still so furious. It couldn’t have been that long right? EVEN YOU’RE OWN THEIR SIDE!!!” screamed the girl.

“Literally on their side”, sneered the girl quietly to herself.

[Host. It’s been 6 years]

“My apologies. The futuristic world please”, replied the girl, her previous rage completely gone.

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[Host has 5 ability points. Do you wish to allocate?]

“Yes.” asserted the girl, “allocate 4 AP to charm and 1 to strength.”

[Completed. As this world is a scientific society, some of hosts skills will be restricted to ensure the worldly forces are balanced. Due to exposure to the previous world’s technology and its advanced scientific knowledge, Skill ‘Hacking’ is now at expert level. May you succeed, Host. ]

-Name-

Ellis Noir

-Status-

Race: Human

Existence Power: -999,999

Ability Points: 0

-Parameters-

STR: 5 + 1

INT: 9

DEF: 7

SPD: 8

CHR: 3 + 4

LUK: 3

-Skills-

* Photographic memory

* Hacking (↑ Expert Lvl 1)

* Cooking (Expert Lvl 8)

* Healing (Beginner Lvl 5)

* Self-defence (Beginner Lvl 3)

* Nascent Soul (Mid Lvl)

* Stealth (Beginner Lvl 3)

Ellis snickered at the system’s ‘blessing’. By now she knew that the system had no intentions of allowing her to succeed in her transmigration missions, in fact, it wouldn’t be a surprise if her failure was actually a success in its eyes. She questioned her past self, how could she not tell? The system wasn’t even trying, merely maintaining this weak persona of wanting to help a newbie transmigrator and working together like in those QT novels. She shook her head, there was no point thinking about it now as she was no longer the pure-hearted girl relying on this foreign entity, Ellis was broken inside and out - jaded by her years of transmigration and treachery experienced. She quickly entered the glowing portal.