“Uhhh… where am I? Why can’t I see? I feel so weird. What happened?”

[Notice]

Creator Being System has been acquired.

“WAH—WHO SAID THAT?!”

A wave of silence followed, but somehow, the protagonist felt something. Not with their eyes, because, well… they didn’t seem to have any. Not with their body, either. It was as if they were simply… there. A speck in the universe.

[SYSTEM]

Welcome, host. Would you like to understand your current situation? YES/NO?

"I-I don’t know who you are, but it doesn’t seem like I have another option. YES!"

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

[SYSTEM]

The host’s previous life has come to a tragic end. However, fear not, for you have been chosen by the Creator Being System.

Carter stood silent for a moment, his mind racing. “So I died, huh? …Sigh. My life wasn’t much, but it wasn’t so bad… How did I die?”

[DENIED]

[SYSTEM]

Host does not have access to such information.

“What?! I don’t have access to my own death?”

[SYSTEM]

Yes.

...........

“Can you at least tell me what’s happened to me and where I am?”

[SYSTEM]

You are an interplanetary object of atmospheric entry, floating through an infinite expanse of cosmic singularities, where interstellar phenomena and galactic architectures interlace within an ever-expanding continuum of space-time.

“...Repeat that?”

[SYSTEM]

...... programming grammar based on the host's intelligence... You are a meteor floating through space.

“Hey, RUDE! BUT WHAT?! I’M A METEOR!!”