1 System Creampuff [1]

It was just an average day. I ate breakfast and got ready for work. I was an electrician, I had gone to college for many years with that in mind. I started my job three weeks ago, and still had a fresh mind about my future.

I left the house feeling good about the day, and even had a date next week! I was so happy and ready for my life to keep going forward.

The world is undoubtedly cruel.

My bisexual ass self was murdered. Why? I have no idea, some psychopath fulfilling their bucket list filled with sick fantasy's maybe? I was just an unlucky victim.

Passing by a shady ally, and having a knife jammed into my stomach, was not a pleasant experience. The murder who stabbed me left long ago, I laid helpless coughing up blood and trying to stop the bleeding. I knew it was useless, it had been plunged into major organs, meaning death. I had my whole life ahead of me! I could only grind my teeth in pain, I was scared, I didn't want to die. My brain had gone muddled and as a last-ditch decision, I tried getting up moving more in the open. It's too bad no one was around and unfortunately, I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, I knew if I closed them I'd die undoubtedly! But I just couldn't keep them up. I died.

Then, I was here.

Standing in a vast white room, and completely naked at that! Somehow it felt awkward, I stood there for at least five minutes, nothing happened. I spun in circles walked about a mile. Completely nothing. That's great, I wonder if I'll be isekai'd like in the novels, I could only muse internally. Is god late? No, is this just the existence after death? A room to laminate your death for eternity? I shivered at the thought.

[ Ding ]

[ Hello I am System Creampuff, and you are my host. ]

The abrupt sound caused me to flinch back and a puff of smoke appeared in front of me. System? Creampuff? I watched with curious eyes as a small white ball floated in the air. It had cat ears and many tails, it had the body of a fat bird but that was all, it didn't even have wings. It sounded gentle and glowed with the demeanor of 'angel,' it looked...cute.

Still traumatized by my recent death and dreams crushed, I began to be deep in thought. This is like a fantasy come true right?! Just like in the novels, they get a system, and then they get OP right? My eyes glowed with interest and glee.

[ Does host choose to be Creampuff's host? Creampuff's main trait to signifying a host relationship is cat ears, so I hope host doesn't mind. ]

[ Yes be Creampuff's host ]

[ No, and go back to the cycle of reincarnation ]

So I get to choose? I thought I was already the system's host considering its first words to me were "-and you are my host." I shrugged it off as the system is mature and polite and answered with no concern for the biggest mistake I'll ever make in my life...

"I'll be your host" I smiled.

I didn't ask what type of system it was, I didn't ask for any explanation before I chose my decision made purely by my love for transmigration novels! Truly naive.

[ I am happy you chose Creampuff, do you have any questions? ]

I felt the ears on my head appear right after my answer, it was weird but also kinda cool.

"Umm, what type of system are you?" A question I should have asked at the beginning.

System Creampuff's aura changed and it answered in a monotone robotic way, it was an uncalled-for change...

[ Host is required to complete each mission I give. Host will be a betrayed cannon fodder in every world you go to, once you die you will set off to another world with a different plot but the same outcome. I hope host likes System Creampuff ]

Although System Creampuff sounded as if it cared at first, it seemed it only acted like a sweet system to attract its prey. I was the unfortunate victim once more.

My heart sank as System Creampuff explained. I wanted to change my mind, so I begged the system I didn't want to be it's host anymore! It was too late, my ears signified the contract between us.

I signed my soul away.

I had been fooled.

With a swipe of System Creampuff's tail, I had been sent to my first world as a cannon fodder who will be betrayed and murdered. The worst thing of all was I started out as a newborn and had to live my life until betrayal. I never knew who would betray me, and the system only gave information about the world then left until my unbecoming death.

After around six worlds, I felt I was teetering on the brink of insanity. Paranoia always loomed over me, when I tried to escape my fate, System Creampuff would always be there to stop my actions and control me like a dummy doll.

Then in the tenth world, I broke. I couldn't take it anymore, people I knew and thought I could trust! parents, siblings, friends, nannies, maids, lovers, anyone at all. I was betrayed by all types of people. When it got to the point where I trusted no one, it didn't matter. I was still born with parents, even if I wasn't close to them, I still ended up in the same brutal cycle. System Creampuff seemed to find joy in my suffering, it probably had some sadistic fetish of watching someone be betrayed and murdered. I could tell, I knew it enjoyed it.

When I finally broke and couldn't take it, I balled on the floor tears streaming down my face. I locked myself in a room and cried for two in a half days. No one cared, I didn't care either. I felt like a child crying helplessly with broken sobs and puffy eyes.

Exhaustion caught up to me and I fell asleep in a fetal position tears still streaming endlessly down my cheeks. It's not like betrayal was the only thing that happens. I got abusive family's, evil siblings, sometimes even raped. I was lucky when I got okay family's, but I was only a cannon fodder what more do I expect?

When I had fallen asleep I had a dream. It was filled with flames of fire, my feet burned on the ashy ground. Blood ponds were spotted everywhere like a cow pattern and the air was filled with smoke in the ink colored sky. When I walked my feet left prints in the ash like how snow would leave animal tracks.

It was a gruesome place much like what people imagine hell would look like. It was only a dream, I wasn't in control and I wasn't conscious. But I did feel something. It burned in my chest, it made my head cloudy and my eyes burn. It made my fists curl making blood pour from my palms by the force of my clamped fists, And lastly made my teeth grind in such hate.

I felt rage.

It fueled throughout my body like poisonous venom, bit at my soul, devoured my once sadness, and turned it into rage at the flip of a switch. The more I had thought about the fate I was subjected to the more my blood boiled and the flames grew inside me.

I woke up startled. My pupils contracted as sweat dripped down my neck, I was given enlightenment. Instead of depression, all I felt was anger and hate towards the system. That's what fueled me through worlds now, that's what kept me from breaking.

The flames were given oil continuously, and after 2,883 worlds something unexpected occurred.

System Creampuff had an error.