Kyle (he should be called Tom now) sat by the bedside, his fingers digging deep into his palms.
He had devoured the original owner's soul and taken over this body—but he felt no guilt at all.
In this world where the strong prey on the weak, mercy is nothing but suicide.
"The winner takes all, and the loser's body is the spoils of the winner." He sneered and looked down at his current hands—long, pale, yet full of strength.
The original owner's obsession burned like a poisonous fire in his consciousness, roaring: Revenge! Kill Tyrant! Make Lily wish she were dead!
Tom grinned, revealing a smile like that of a wild beast.
"Alright, since I'm using your body... I'll avenge you as a favor." He murmured to himself, "Anyway, I really want to kill them too."
He could have completely ignored the original owner's obsession—after all, he had eaten the soul clean. Who could hold him accountable?
But...
"One shouldn't, at least not necessarily." Tom shrugged, "Besides, I ate you twice."
He stood up, and the muscle memory allowed this body to move freely without any rejection. It seemed that the system had completed the soul adaptation before it exploded.
"System?" He tried to call out, "Panel? Activate? Transform—damn it, transform?!"
Silence.
Only the sound of the wind blowing outside the window could be heard.
"Damn it... Is it really blown to bits?" Tom cursed, but the next moment he sneered, "Fine, I can still live without the system!"
He closed his eyes and began to sort through the fragments of the original owner's memories—
Name: Tom Carter
Identity: An ordinary college student (before the doomsday broke out)
Targets of hatred: Tyrant (a transcendent being), Lily (a traitor)
Key information: In three days, "The Fall" will arrive, global dataization will occur, and 90% of humanity will turn into monsters...
The most vivid images in his memories were Tyrant's twisted smiling face when he crushed his skull and Lily's coquettish posture as she nestled in the arms of his enemy.
Tom suddenly opened his eyes, and a scarlet light flashed in his pupils.
"Three days... That's enough."
He walked in front of the mirror and stared at the strange yet familiar face in it—with messy black hair and eyes as sharp as poisoned knives.
"From today on, I am Tom Carter."
No system?
It doesn't matter.
I crawled back from hell.
He picked up the fruit knife on the table, flipped his wrist—
"Whoosh!"
The tip of the knife plunged deep into the calendar on the wall, right on the date three days later:
The day "The Fall" arrives.
(This time, I'll be the one to set the rules of the game.)
Tom sneered and locked his phone screen.
Images of the original owner's memory fragments flashed through his mind—those days when Lily treated him like an ATM. Every time she sent a link, the original owner would transfer money immediately like a fool and then hold his phone, waiting for her to reply with a "Thank you, baby".
It's so damn pathetic.
But now, he wasn't that love-struck fool Tom anymore.
"A bag worth thirty thousand yuan?" He scoffed, "Keep it as your coffin money."
He opened the WeChat balance—￥30,125.73.
"She calculated it so precisely." Tom squinted his eyes, "This woman treated the original me like an ATM."
He didn't reply to the message. Instead, he put away his phone, grabbed his coat, and left the dormitory.
The Library · Third Floor
Tom walked through the bookshelves, his eyes scanning every corner.
According to the original owner's memory, at the moment when "The Fall" arrives in three days, a golden treasure chest will spawn here—the chest contains a rare weapon that can instantly kill early-stage monsters.
"What a pity, the original you." Tom murmured to himself, "You were so obsessed with Lily that you hardly ever entered the library a few times."
He ran his fingers over the dust on the bookshelves, a cold smile curving his lips.
"But now... this treasure chest is mine."
The Girls' Dormitory
Lily bit her nails and stared at the phone screen.
She had sent more than a dozen messages to Tyrant:
"Brother Tian, is it raining in Shanghai?"
"Brother Tian, remember to have breakfast~"
"Brother Tian, I made that stupid Tom buy me a bag again!"
...
All of them were marked as read.
And there was zero reply.
Not giving up, she sent another message:
"Brother Tian, you said you'd marry me once I dealt with Tom... (feeling wronged)"
The message was immediately marked as read—but there was still no reply.
Lily clenched her phone tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.
Your goddess is just a sucker for someone else, after all.