I woke up one morning and found that I had become a doppelganger.
The TV was endlessly replaying The Guide to Identifying Doppelgangers.
After checking every trait, I breathed a sigh of relief. At least in this world crawling with eerie creatures, I was a “predator,” not “prey.”
Then my neighbor knocked to borrow a wrench. As we chatted, he said mysteriously:
“Know why doppelgangers are worth more than gold?”
I forced myself to stay calm. “Why?”
He gave a strange smile, a mix of greed and absurdity, and lowered his voice.
“They’re an aphrodisiac.”
Me: “...”
What? My protective charm had suddenly become a priceless tonic that everyone wanted to soak in liquor!
Wait, don’t I have a System, too? Can I change forms?
After arriving in the Steel City, it seemed like I was writing whatever I dreamed about. One thing would disappear in the middle of writing, and the left and right brains would fight each other repeatedly in one chapter.
I shouldn't be looking at this, it's a waste of time