Zhu Kang, a trafficked soul, was captured by an evil organization and was stripped of his real memories. Unaware of the dangers he worked for this evil corporation as a system. One day, all of a sudden, fifteen men dressed in black started a shoot-out killing all the other systems. In desperation, Kang threw himself into a transmigration device that tossed his soul into a random world. "System 202 has escaped.... a-again.....” one of the black-clothed men said. Trembling, he glanced at their team leader. Kai Alden gritted his teeth. “You let him slip away so easily! Send me into that world. I will capture my dear System and bring him back here,”
Eric gazed at them both with an incredulous expression. "So, what are you trying to say? That I know some jaw-dropping secret about the agency that they're trying to hide?"
"Maybe not about the agency but something that Freda wants," Mark said, sipping his tea casually.
Eric rolled his eyes. He was nothing but an unwanted system that was made to do insignificant tasks. What could he possibly know? 'They're acting as if I led a secret life before I was a system or something...'
He silently took the pot of soup in the middle of the table and filled his bowl.
Kai, who had been silent until now, spoke hesitantly. "How can we find it out? We definitely can't read his soul. It will kill him. I can't think of any other way..."
Mark just grinned. "There is one, and you know it."
"No," Kai's expression went serious. "You're not suggesting that—it's too dangerous."
While sipping the soup, Eric gazed at them both. "What method?"