Chapter 5: Fill the Stomach to Get the Heart
As you touched Diavolo's hand, the heat-less fire flashed red and spread throughout the room. In a blink you were standing beside an ever familiar river.
"I look forward to seeing your efforts," Diavolo said, pulling your hand. Those ocher eyes glinted with dangerous amusement as he kissed your knuckle.
He then grinned to reveal two sharp canines.
Your chest thumped.
"See you around, princess." His entire body burst into flames and then he was gone, leaving only a few shining embers. Sulphur lingered in the air.
[Ding. Confirming coordinates. We are definitely back on Earth. The house is several minutes on foot from here.]
You stayed quiet, a shadow over your eyes.
Then you rubbed your nose furiously. "Dammit!"
The system lurched back in shock.
"I wanted to stay in that palace of gold for at least a week!"
[...eh?]
"I've tolerated the bug-infested floor of that damn tiny house for months. I was hoping to get a break!"
[Host, for now let's return home and get a good night's sleep, all right?]
"Hah?" You groaned. "Home? I can't even remember the feeling of my old bed! I miss my stupid job, I miss my family, my friends!" You clutched your chest, cold sweat built up on your nape. "I miss eating artery-blocking fries and burgers and milkshakes! I miss indoor plumbing! I've been taking a dump in a ditch I dug with my own bare hands. Can you give that back to me? Can you, can you?"
At the moment, you and your system had one singular thought: Something was wrong.
"And to top it all off, I have to eat those disgusting system supplements to stay pretty!"
[Ding. Detecting spike in cortisol levels. Conducting emergency examination...]
Your knees folded and you cradled your head between your arms. You let out a bestial scream of frustration. You couldn't talk. You couldn't even think.
You had this, you had this, so why were you suddenly screaming?
[Ding. System diagnosis: panic attack.]
[Ding. Administering system-enhanced selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor. Host, take a deep breath.]
The system then played Fly Me to the Moon.
You rolled onto your back, you shut your eyes and inhaled. You focused on the cold grass pricking your back through the thin material of your nightgown, then on the evening breeze on your cheek.
When you managed to catch your breath, you started humming.
"Fly me to the moon, let me play ... among the stars ... fill my heart with song ... "
After several loops of the song, your heart finally settled.
The system performed another examination and declared: [Ding. Cortisol levels back to normal range. Congratulations, Host.]
You chuckled dryly. "Yeah, congratulations ... "
[After this mission, maybe the Host should take a few hours to rest in the White Space.]
"That sounds good..."
[And after you get your reward, you can buy anything on the system store menu!]
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FanfictionYou open your eyes one day and find that you're already dead. But instead of Heaven or Hell, you find yourself bound to a mysterious voice ... [I'm the Secondary Character Grievance Delivery System and now that your physical body is dead we're bound...
