Game world

Martis's eyes landed on the game with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

The box art depicted a sinister figure with glowing red eyes, looming over a cityscape in flames.

The name, [Peter Evil], was emblazoned in bold, ominous letters across the top.

Martis had never seen a game like this before, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to it.

With a tentative hand, he checked the game, the description promised intense action, thrilling combat, and a dark, immersive world to explore.

But there was something about the whole thing that made him uneasy.

Was it the name?

The unsettling imagery?

Or something else entirely?

Martis felt a sense of unease creeping over him, like a chill wind on a dark night. But still, he couldn't look away.

"What is this game?" he murmured to himself, his cursor hovering over the button to be clicked.

Part of him wanted to back away, to choose a safer, more familiar game.

But another part of him was drawn to the mystery and danger that [Peter Evil] promised.

Before he had a chance to make up his mind, the sound of a notification chimed in his ear.

Ding!

[ Peter Evil! ]

[ Action Game! ]

[ Pay 25,000 coins to enter the game? ]

Martis's eyes widened as a burst of unfamiliar sensation hit him like a wave.

His nose tingled, and before he knew it, he was doubled over with laughter.

It felt as if the game had unlocked something inside him, and he was finally free to let go of all his worries and fears.

"What the f***!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the empty room.

He tried to catch his breath, but the laughter kept coming, uncontrollable and carefree.

As Martis slowly regained his composure, he felt a sense of warmth and comfort, as if he had found a sanctuary in this strange, digital world.

He turned to the system screen in front of him and spoke, his voice still tinged with amusement.

"I didn't know why I was laughing, but I'm starting to think you're just trying to use me."

Martis waited for the system to respond, but there was only silence.

He raised a skeptical eyebrow, his mind racing with questions.

'Why had the system given me so many coins?'

'Was it trying to lure me into a trap?'

Martis couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

But as he gazed at the screen, he realized that he was probably being too paranoid.

After all, he had come here to take risks, to explore this new world and all its possibilities.

He had to trust the system if he wanted to achieve his goals.

With a sigh, Martis relaxed his shoulders and let go of his suspicions.

"Alright, I'll take this chance," he said, his voice more calm and measured than before.

"But just remember, I'm not going to be a puppet. I'll make my own decisions."

He waited for a response, but there was only silence.

Martis waited for a response from the system, hoping for some kind of reassurance.

But as the seconds ticked by, the silence only grew more profound.

He sighed to himself, feeling a sense of disappointment and frustration.

Martis was about to give up when a voice suddenly spoke inside his head.

"I understand, Martis. You have free will and are entitled to make your own choices. I am here to provide guidance and support, but ultimately, the decisions are yours to make."

Martis was taken aback, however, he realized that it was all in his head.

He wished the system had heard his thoughts and responded in kind.

Martis couldn't help but ponder the mysterious nature of systems.

They seemed to exist solely to aid reincarnated individuals like himself, but their origin remained shrouded in mystery.

He often wondered how these systems came to be and what kind of fate they had in store for him.

Despite his reservations, Martis couldn't resist the temptation of the system.

It offered him a chance to escape the monotony of his previous life, to explore new worlds and experiences.

And deep down, he knew that he needed this, needed to feel alive again after so many years of feeling numb and disconnected.

The system was his only hope for a better life, and he would seize any opportunity it presented.

Ding!

[[ Action Game! ]]

[[ Peter Evil ]]

As Martis's eyes squinted to read the instructions on the system screen, he felt a sudden shift in the room.

It was as if the very fabric of reality was warping around him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

"What's going on?" He asked himself.

The lights flickered and dimmed, casting eerie shadows across the room, and the air around him crackled with energy.

Without warning, Martis felt a force pulling him towards the system screen.

"Fucckk!!" he cursed!

He tried to resist, but it was like trying to fight against a hurricane.

The pull grew stronger with each passing moment, and before he knew it, he was hurtling towards the screen at breakneck speed.

"Huh?" he managed to gasp out before the force became too much to bear.

He felt his lungs being compressed, his body contorting in ways that he didn't think were possible.

It was like he was being squeezed through a tiny tube, his entire being compressed into a single point.

"Shiiitt!!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the room.

The next thing he knew, he was being sucked into a wormhole, surrounded by a swirling cloud of colors.

The colors were so bright and vibrant that they hurt his eyes, and he had to squint just to keep them open.

As his body tumbled through the vortex, he felt a strange sensation in his shoulder.

It was as if his skin had gone numb, and he couldn't feel anything.

Panic set in as he realized that he had no control over his body, no way to stop the strange force that was propelling him forward.

The wormhole seemed to go on forever, but eventually, Martis was ejected from the other side.

He found himself hurtling through the air, with nothing but an endless expanse of space below him.

The stars shone brightly in the distance, casting a warm glow across his face.

Just when he thought he was going to fall forever, he landed with a thud in a dusty-brown room.

"Cough!" he sputtered, blood coming out of his mouth.

The impact had been so sudden and jarring that he couldn't help but feel disoriented.

Martis struggled to catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Huh?"

Martis's eyes roamed around the room, taking in the details of his surroundings.

"Where is this?" Hu muttered with a coarse voice.

His gaze fell upon the floor, and he noticed that it was made of wood, with a pattern etched into it.

He recognized the design immediately.

It was a style of flooring that was common in the pirate-like world, a place where dragons and leviathan came out from the deepest water soaring to the sky.

The intricate etchings were so precise that he could almost feel the texture of the wood under his fingertips.

As he looked up, he saw that the walls were adorned with carvings of dark sea monsters in motion.

The detail was so exquisite that it almost appeared as if the sea monsters were alive, their muscles rippling under their sleek fur.

"Awesome, so different from the palace."

He said while his eyes roamed.

Martis couldn't help but marvel at the craftsmanship that had gone into creating such lifelike creatures.

The sea monsters seemed to be swimming in a vast ocean, their tails flicking back and forth as they chased their prey.

The waves were so realistic that he could almost hear the sound of the water crashing against the shore.

Despite the beauty of his surroundings, Martis couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in the pit of his stomach.

He knew that he was in a dangerous place, and that he had to be careful if he wanted to make it out alive.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead, and began to explore the room in earnest.

As Martis continued walking on the second floor, he noticed that the wood beneath his feet cracked slightly, as if the floor was alive, breathing and moving with a life of its own.

"Hmm?"

Martis became cautious.

It was an unsettling feeling, one that made him feel like he was walking on a living, breathing creature.

Without warning, Martis felt his weight shift to his right side.

He stumbled to maintain his balance, but his body continued to sway like a ship in a storm.

"Damn it!"

He cursed under his breath, his heart raced as he struggled to regain his footing.

He knew that he had to keep moving, that he couldn't afford to stay in one place for too long.

In a moment of desperation, his eyes locked onto a door. He took a faltering step toward it, his legs trembling with exertion.

With a final burst of energy, he threw his shoulder into the door, the hinges groaning in protest.

Beyond the door stood a figure, back turned to Martis, gazing out at the turbulent sea and threatening sky.

His muscular right arm was adorned with a menacing hook, glinting in the dim light.

"I think I know this guy."

Martis as he recognized him instantly, though he couldn't place where or how.

Martis stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the scene before him.

The air was thick with an unsettling sense of familiarity that sent shivers down his spine.

It was as if he had stepped into a haunting dream that he couldn't escape.

Suddenly, a figure appeared, their fingers deftly moving across a game controller.

Martis watched in awe as the figure effortlessly navigated through the virtual landscape, his love of books, comics, manga, and online novels evident in the design that surrounded him.

A wave of recognition washed over Martis, triggering a memory that he couldn't quite place.

'What is happening?'

He furrowed his brow, trying to remember where he had seen this place before, but the details eluded him.

Despite the confusion, Martis found himself drawn to the familiarity of the design.

The sharp lines and vivid colors seemed to beckon him closer, promising answers that he desperately craved.

As he pondered the source of his memory, a troubling thought occurred to him.

What if this memory didn't belong to him?

What if it was the memory of the figure before him, or someone else entirely?

The idea seemed far-fetched, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow intruding on someone else's recollection.

Martis shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these unsettling thoughts.

But the feeling of familiarity persisted, like a nagging sense of deja vu that refused to fade away.

As Martis reached out to touch the figure's shoulder.

"Hey…"

A sharp, mechanical dinging sound echoed through his mind, sending a jolt of panic through his body.

He stumbled back, disoriented, and found himself staring at a familiar screen that had materialized before his eyes. Ding!

[[ Action Game! ]]

[[ Peter Evil. ]]

[[ Island of fairy devils. ]]