Chapter 4 - System

England. Birmingham. 1912 year.

Sunday. Time [ 6:31:56 ]

It was early morning. The empty streets of the city indicated that all the residents were still lying in their beds.

In one of the residential buildings in an apartment on the second floor. A boy of about 12 years old was lying in his bed. His eyes were closed.

He had long hair as black as night. A fair face, a sharp chin, a straight nose, all these facial features indicated that the boy would become a stunningly handsome man in the future.

At some point, his face twitched as if in pain, until his gray eyes opened and he abruptly lifted his body.

* Sigh*

"Ha... ha... phew."..

Taking deep breaths, the boy's eyes quickly ran all over the room. His face expressed panic, fear, disbelief.

- 'W-what.. Damn it, it's happening.. Where am I?'

As his eyes darted back and forth, movement appeared to his left.

Sensing that someone was moving next to him, the boy jumped out of bed in shock. Due to the fact that at that moment his thoughts were rushing in different directions, he did not notice how he accidentally knocked over the wheelchair next to him.

* Boom*

- "Hmm.. Brother?" - a soft girlish voice was heard from under the blanket, from under which a small doll's face soon appeared. Her tousled black hair, small nose, pink pursed lips, light blue eyes, everything in her appearance screamed about one thing, perfect beauty.

- 'Brother?'

- 'What the fuck brother?!'

- 'Girl, who are you?'

Throwing away his thoughts and not paying attention to anything, the boy flew out of the room with a whistle. His gaze darted from one door to the other.

The noise he made with his running caused a commotion in the apartment.

- "Victor, what happened?" A woman's voice came from behind the boy.

Without turning around for a second, at some point a boy named Victor still found a door vaguely resembling the front door and, ignoring the scream of a woman behind him, ran out of the apartment.

After he was outside, shock was reflected on his face.

...

I don't know what's going on. This is not right. What I see in front of me was beyond my imagination. Why is this happening to me? Am I not dead?

I don't know how long I've been running through these streets, but at some point I found myself in an old abandoned factory. Huddled in a corner in one of the rooms, my body trembled uncontrollably. Sitting with my eyes closed, I tried to figure out what had happened to me after all.

This feeling of fear and misunderstanding of what is happening makes my body goosebumps. After all, I clearly remembered that I was torn apart by a grenade and my body was supposed to burn in this fire. So why?

[Ding!]

[The host's consciousness has been successfully integrated into the new body.]

Frightened by the mechanical voice in my head, my body shook with fear again. Tearing my eyes off, there was something in front of me that defies logical explanation.

The blue translucent screen that floated directly in front of me reminded me of the video games I played as a child. It was like a status window that showed information about the character.

- "What is it?" I muttered.

[Host Status - Shows the current status of the character. In this window you can also see a list of your skills, a list of possible actions and all active tasks of your character]

- "God.." - I said with shock, sucking in cold air into my lungs.

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1. Name - Viktor Romanov (Shelby)

2. Age - 12 years

3. HP - 10/10

4. Strength - 6 / Dexterity - 5 | Intelligence - 14 | Charisma - 13 (Average - 10)

5. Skills - No

6. Abilities - No (Can be obtained in a gift box.)

7. Tasks - you have 1 active task.

8. Authority Points - 0 (Max 100)

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If it wasn't for what's in front of my eyes, I would never have believed it in my life. If someone had told me that he owns the system, I would have thought that this person is seriously ill and needs urgent treatment. But now, I'm afraid that I need to be treated urgently.

[Host, do you have any questions?]

- "God.. You can fucking... ahem.. You can please not scare me with your sudden appearance," I said angrily, wiping my sweaty face with my sleeve.

[Host, you can communicate with me mentally, since the system is integrated into the host's brain, it can read your thoughts.]

- 'It's probably better this way.. If I talk to myself, I'm afraid to imagine what others will think about it.' - I thought with a sigh and asked: - 'And now let's go in order. I want to know what it all means.. And what about my mother, I want to know what's going on..'

[After death, the system chose you as the host. Thanks to the system, we were able to recreate for you an ideal body and a place to use the capabilities of the system. This world is based on the TV series - "Peaky Blinders"]

[At the moment, you cannot return to your previous body, as it has been completely destroyed. As for your mother, you can rest easy. Perhaps after the loss of her son, she fell into depression, but thanks to your captain, she found her happiness again.]

- 'Captain?! God.. I've always wondered why he was so nice to me.. It turns out that he is breathing unevenly in the direction of my mother..' - closing my eyes, I couldn't hold back the tears.

For me, the woman who raised me was everything in my life, but now that I'm in a different body and as I understood from the words of the system, I'm now in the world of the series "Peaky Blinders". And now I'm alone. Then what's the point of me living now?

- 'System, can you tell me about the current position of this body?'

[As you may have noticed from the characteristics window. You are Viktor Romanov (Shelby). Your mother Elena Romanova was a Russian whore, father Arthur Shelby Sr.]

[for 5 years, you lived with your mother in one of the old apartments until she died of an illness. Father doesn't know about your existence. Until the age of 9, you lived in a shelter, after which a woman took you away. She has a daughter who suffers from a disease that has left her lower body completely paralyzed. At the moment, you are still living in a foster family.]

[To make you more familiar with the situation, I will remove the limiter from your memory.]

After the system's words, my brain seemed to explode. The unbearable pain was so intense, as if I had been hit with all my strength on the skull. Fortunately, it lasted no more than 10 seconds, but I was already lying on the ground covered in sweat.

- "Emilia Johnson.." - muttering, I began to slowly get to my feet.