BZZZZT!
"Ugh, my head hurts like hell," groaned a handsome young man about 169 cm tall as he woke up. He clutched his head, which felt like it was spinning. And yes, you guessed it right—that young man was Zenra.
Zen's head—no, his name is Lucanno Khandra Fusena now—felt like it had been spun in a washing machine at maximum speed.
Luca groaned, still holding his head as if it were about to burst. His vision was blurry, and the first thing his sense of smell caught was the scent of an automatic coffee-flavored room freshener.
"Wait... since when was my shack roof painted smooth white? And that... an AC?!" his raspy voice cracked.
He looked to the side of the bed and saw a glass of water. Without a second thought, he grabbed it and gulped it down greedily.
After drinking, Luca realized he was in a luxury room. He looked around—a gaming laptop, a soft mattress, an aesthetic study desk. His eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Where the hell am I? Don't tell me I got kidnapped by some crazy loan shark because of Kara's dad's old debts?" he muttered in a panic.
He immediately felt under the pillow, hoping to find a knife for self-defense, but instead of a knife or a gun, he found an iPhone 17 Pro Max.
"Huh? What's this again? Why is it so slippery? Like an eel. Looking at the shape, this phone has 'rich' aura all over it. Must be bought with credit. Rich people's phones really are different, huh..." the young man muttered, busy with the phone.
While Luca was lost in his thoughts, suddenly, the door opened. A beautiful woman entered with an exaggeratedly worried face.
"Sena, what are you looking for?"
Luca, who hadn't fully loaded yet, jumped onto the bed, reflexively grabbing a pillow to use as a shield.
"Wh-who are you?!! A burglar, huh?!! Don't try anything, I'm a martial arts expert! I can make you cry blood, you know!"
The woman stared blankly. "Huh? What are you talking about, Na? It's Mama, did you forget?"
"Mama? Mama who? My Mama in my first life was busy preparing for my brother's concert, my Mama in my second life... um, basically, I don't have a Mama who smells this expensive! Get out!" Luca swung the pillow around wildly.
The woman panicked even more seeing her son's reaction.
"Oh my god, Na! It's Mama Aurel! What's wrong with you, honey?!"
"Aurel? My Mama in my second life was named Framesti!!! And my name is Lucanno! Don't go around giving people random names, Lady!"
The woman screamed, calling for her husband.
"PA! PAPA! COME HERE, PA! Sena is acting weird, he doesn't recognize Mama! He claims he has two other mothers!!! What if he got kidnapped by a spirit, but what ghost would want to kidnap a brat like him? Did his brain get shifted when he fell down the stairs yesterday?! PA!!! COME HERE!!!"
From outside the door, a sturdy man with an Armani shirt, buttons slightly undone, rushed in.
Luca, seeing the man, immediately pointed his pillow at him.
"There! That's the ringleader of the burglars! How much ransom do you want? I only have mosquito-repellent crackers and sin points, you want those?!"
Luca's new Papa, named Deo, just stood there stunned. He looked at his wife, then at Luca, who was standing on the bed like he was possessed.
"Sena... this is Papa, Deo. You... you don't remember Papa?"
Luca looked the man up and down.
'His face is so familiar... eh, wait.'
The young man tried to recall the memories of this body.
'Oh... is this the CEO who was on TV yesterday? The one who just acquired a property company and owns a 50-story building?'
Luca gaped. "Damn! I got kidnapped by a billionaire? Was I kidnapped or did I actually hit the jackpot?!"
Deo frowned, confused by his son's words.
"Sena, are you sure your brain isn't fried? Why is your way of speaking so—"
"You're that supposedly successful businessman, right? The one they say is the ideal man for all widows, but your face is as flat as a highway?"
Deo suddenly chuckled, his handsome face shining, which made Luca have to close his eyes because it was too blinding (dramatic movie effect).
"Papa might be fierce outside, but Papa's softness is only for Mama," the man said, complete with a love-struck gaze that, according to Luca, looked like a smug face looking for a target.
"DEO, YOU BASTARD!!! What are you teaching my son?!!! Don't teach him weird stuff!!!" Aurel's loud scream from outside made Deo freeze with a terrified face.
"P-Papa was just asking, Ma, nothing weird,"
"Pfftt!!!" Luca held back his laughter.
"Looks fierce on the outside, but inside he's a Hello Kitty!!"
"Are you laughing at Papa, Na?" Deo asked, looking at Luca in disbelief.
"No, Pa!! Sena is laughing at—hahahhahah, laughing at the ghost in the corner," the young man pointed to the corner of the room, even though his eyes were clearly fixed on his father. The man managed a thin smile.
After seeing his son laugh, Mr. Deo—feeling his position was safe because Luca had calmed down—finally took off his outer suit and placed it on the chair.
And as soon as the suit was off, the buttons on his shirt, which were straining to hold back his belly, popped open, revealing a tight corset wrapping his body until he looked like a tightly tied sausage.
It was truly different from before; before the suit was off, his body looked athletic, like the idol of widows, but once opened, the belly looked like someone who was pregnant with triplets.
"Sena, listen..." Mr. Deo's voice turned squeaky because he was struggling to breathe in the corset.
"Papa and Mama just want you to be calm. You just had an accident, maybe the impact made you—"
"Pa," Luca interrupted, staring at the corset with a horrified gaze.
"Are you... wearing a corset? That shirt is about to explode, man!"
Mr. Deo panicked, clumsily trying to button his shirt.
"E-eh... this... this is the latest rich-people fashion trend, Sena! Body-shaping so I look like a sigma male in front of investors! Don't ask, if your Mama hears, Papa will get scolded!"
Luca slapped his own forehead.
"God, I thought I was getting kidnapped by a cool psychopath. Turns out I was kidnapped by a pot-bellied dad who's scared of his wife and wears a corset until he can't breathe. Have I really retired from the normal world?"
Mama Aurel, who had just returned from the kitchen to take the juice she prepared for her son, clearly heard the two men's conversation.
"Deo! Don't tell me you're taking off your corset?! Remember! The guests are coming soon!"
Mr. Deo, who was panicking fixing his shirt, immediately jumped (with his belly wobbling) into the bathroom while shouting,
"No, Ma! Papa is just... just warming up to stay young!"
Luca, who had been watching the whole time, could only stare blankly at the closed bathroom door.
"Fix. My life in this Dimension 404 is going to be more chaotic than fighting monsters."
On the other side, specifically in a luxury house, Cruel—now named Raffayel—sat at a dining table almost 5 meters long.
In front of him was a beautiful woman who was now his new Mama (Mrs. Viana), who spoke faster than a system data update, and beside Viana sat a man who was now his new Papa (Mr. Aziz), who loved discussing business to the core.
"Raff! You know what?" Mama Viana exclaimed while spreading jam on bread with high spirits.
"Mama heard earlier, the son of Papa's business colleague, Sena—uh, I mean Lucanno—is going to be at the same school as you! Papa said he's a bit... unique. They say he often confuses his parents because he suddenly changes from cool to funny. But, well, Mama prefers if he's friendly so you have a fun friend!"
Raffayel didn't respond. He only stared at his plate with an intense gaze, as if the plate were an enemy he had to split in two.
"Raff, Mama is talking to you," Mr. Aziz scolded while sipping coffee with a fairly loud sound
—slurrrppp.
"At school later, don't put on a face like you're waiting for the grim reaper. Smile a little! Show them you're Papa's son, the future CEO! Networking is important, Raff! Don't be a walking wall!"
KRAAAK!
The handle of the spoon in Raffayel's hand began to bend. He was thinking about something else.
'Sena? Lucanno? Is that... Abang?'
"Mama also heard that your school is full of gossip. They say there was a gardener caught stealing a neighbor's mangoes and was paraded around the village. Hahahaha! So funny, right, Raff? If there's gossip at school, tell Mama! We have to stay updated!"
Raffayel took a deep breath. His chest felt tight. Usually, at the shack, he only had to listen to Kara's spicy nagging. But this? This was high-level noise pollution.
"Can you... shut up?" Raffayel's voice was very low, almost like a growl.
Aziz and Viana stopped talking for a second, looking at Raffayel confusedly.
"Hey, Raff, why so rude? Papa just wants you to be social! You're an only child, Papa doesn't want you to become an introvert who can only talk to walls!"
Raffayel stood up from his chair. The teak chair moved with a loud screech on the marble floor.
"I... don't need social interaction. I only need... information." Raffayel stared sharply at Mr. Aziz.
"Where is the school?"
"Well, at SMA Garuda Mandiri! You already registered last night! What's wrong with you, Raff? Why are you acting like you have amnesia?"
Without answering, Raffayel grabbed his bag.
"Raff! You haven't finished breakfast! Half the toast is still there! You haven't heard Mama's story about the neighbor's cat that eloped!" shouted Mama Viana to Raffayel, who was already walking out of the mansion without turning back, leaving his new parents stunned at the dining table.
"Pak," the wife whispered to her husband.
"Is he really our son? Why is his aura more terrifying than a mafia boss?"
Mr. Aziz sighed, "Who knows, Dear. Maybe the effect of playing too many computer games. Let's hope he doesn't burn the school down later."
And again, on the other side, specifically in a house not far from Luca and Raffa's, a handsome young man stood lost in thought in front of a mirror. Yes, it was the system, whom we now call Xavier.
The bespectacled young man stared at his own hands in the bedroom mirror. Ten slender fingers, skin that felt soft, and—most importantly—a nametag reading 'Xavier Theodore Adipta'.
"Biological structure analysis: Success. Bone density: Normal. Human attractiveness level: 85%."
he muttered in his signature flat system tone.
He tried to step forward, but because his brain was still used to "data teleportation" and not physical movement, he immediately tripped over his own bedroom rug.
GUBRAAAK!
"Notification! Body balance system has experienced a 90% functional failure! Sensory receptors on the knee detected level 4 pain!" he shouted reflexively in a loud voice, staring at his own hand with disgust after tripping over the rug.
"This biological body is truly inefficient. Poor center of gravity, pathetic motor coordination, and sickening energy limitations."
He adjusted his glasses with a smug motion.
"Notification: The system's 'julid' (sarcastic) nature remains active even in a human body. I used to see Kara walk and it looked so easy, why is it like a weightlifting exam when I try it? Did I install my legs wrong? Should I detach them first?" Xavier muttered insanely while observing both his feet.
He was so busy with his thoughts that he didn't even realize the wall clock already showed 07:00 A.M.
"Xavier! Hurry up and go, you'll be late for MPLS (orientation)!" a woman called from outside the room.
Xavier snorted. "These humans are so noisy."
The tall young man opened the door and walked out, heading down the stairs. But as he reached the last step, he stopped when he saw a sight he had only ever seen from afar.
And yes, his new family was sitting at the dining table, waiting for the one family member who hadn't arrived yet.
'Wait, why are they staring blankly like lost people?' Xavier thought, confused.
"Er, what are you doing standing there? Sit down, don't you know we've been hungry for a century?" said a man whom Xavier guessed was his new father.
"This old geezer is so dramatic," muttered one of the other girls.
"Oh my god Tika, you're so mean to Daddy! My tiny heart hurts hearing you say that," Arya held his chest dramatically as if he were deeply hurt by his eldest daughter's words.
Xavier froze in place. He didn't see or hear that wrong, right? Now he has a sister?!!!!
"Brother, sit down, are your buttocks pointed or something that you don't want to sit?" the girl named Tika waved her hand toward Xavier.
'Pointed? She thinks it's a triangle?' the 15-year-old thought, annoyed.
He walked again with an arrogant face, but because he wasn't used to the slippery stairs, he tripped again.
GUBRAAAK!!
The young man fell, luckily he landed on the last step.
"Damn! This floor must have been designed by an architect with a below-average brain!" he cursed while rubbing his sore butt.
"You fell yourself and you blame the floor, you read too many manhwas," said Andini, the mother, while placing a large plate of fried rice on the dining table.
Xavier just snorted, stood up slowly, and walked toward his new family.
After sitting next to Tika, he looked at the fried rice on the table. Instead of saying thank you, he analyzed the plate with a demeaning look.
"Simple carbohydrates, saturated fat, and too much MSG. This is an instant recipe to lower cognitive brain function. Classic human behavior," he said flatly while spooning the fried rice into his mouth greedily.
Andini looked at her son in confusion. "Xavier? Why are you talking so weirdly? Are you acting like a robot?"
The young man stopped chewing, then looked at his mother with a flat gaze that made her shudder.
"This isn't acting, Ma'am. This is an objective observation of the quality of consumption you served. But, the output is decent. Can be accepted by my digestive system."
Tika, who was sitting next to her brother, could only stroke her chest.
"Oh my god, the smarter you get, the weirder you are..."
Xavier didn't care. He ate his breakfast even more greedily. In just a few minutes, he was done.
"Er, why do you eat like you haven't been fed in a decade? I feel like Daddy always gives you pocket money to buy snacks," Arya looked at his second child in disbelief.
"My stomach is ready to accommodate anything except poison and rocks," Xavier replied, drinking a glass of water on the table until empty. Without saying goodbye, the young man walked out.
"Start tracking Lucanno's soul energy, Main Load."
"Signal detected. SMA Garuda Mandiri," he muttered with a thin smirk—a very sarcastic smile.
"Okay, Luca. Let's see how chaotic your life is without a system guiding you. I'm coming not to be a friend, but to laugh at you from the front row."
He walked out of the house with an arrogant, authoritative stride, but—of course—he accidentally hit the flagpole in front of the house until his glasses went crooked.
"Notification! This flagpole was not detected by my distance sensor! Who put a pole here?!" he yelled, cursing the flagpole as if it had a life of its own.
He fixed his glasses, straightened his tie, and put his arrogant face back on.
"Okay. First day of school. Time to find the 'Load' and make his life a little more miserable. Sip Luca, wait for me. Your former system is coming to mess up your life again!" Xavier smiled like a crazy person again.
"Ma'am, why is that guy smiling at himself?" asked a child across the street, pointing at Xavier who was grinning alone.
The child's mother turned, and after seeing what her child was pointing at, the mother immediately covered the child's eyes with her hand.
"Don't look, Dear, I won't let you become like him, you have to study hard," replied the mother, who immediately took her child away.