The System came calling, offering a chance to transmigrate through three thousand small worlds, along with a grand gift of death. If he completed every mission, he could return to the present world.
Like a swindler trying to lure him in, the System said with a knowing air, "Young man, make a contract with me. I'll grant the wish you want most to come true."
Zeyan replied gently and considerately, "Oh? What's the cost? Tell me what you want."
"They say that 'companionship' is an indispensable part of growing up. In the small worlds you write, you'll need to raise or accompany weak, pitiful, helpless little villains. Of course, you'll have to stay perfectly in character."
"Oh, I see." Zeyan understood. He could do that.
"By the way, Host..."
"Hmm?"
"In the small worlds you're going to, the souls inhabiting your body are your other personalities. They'll shape your personality and behavior, so please don't worry too much about it."
At first, that was how things were. But later, it was as if beautiful dreams had spread beneath a pagoda tree in bloom, and he was lost in this unforgettable reunion. No one knew who sighed and made this plea, its voice echoing through the System's space:
"O divine one, if this is a dream, please don't wake me..."
Theme: Because you were there for me, I am no longer alone
