"Nothing like ramen, The Last Saviour, and good old rain."
Sunny sighed dreamily as she tucked herself into bed with her table over her thighs and her cup of ramen steaming hot. She licked her lips and started digging in as she read the first line of the last Chapter of The Last Saviour on her phone.
A delicious grin lit up her face as she read on, slurping her food.
’Do you dare to take up a challenge, youngling?’ She read this sentence and then frowned.
She flipped some pages and saw that there was just a page and a half left, and then her frown only deepened. The book was going to end, so why were they asking him to embark on another challenge?
She tilted her head sideways but shook it the next moment, deciding to continue reading.
Perhaps he would reject it?
The more intense the Chapter turned out, the more her heart raced, until the last paragraph, where it felt like Sunny was hanging by a thin thread between sadness and insanity.
Tears threatened to spill, and her cheeks flushed an angry red.
’Yes, for this was my purpose, and so I shall give my life for the world I hold so dear.’
CRACK.
Raw anger bled into her fingers, and the next moment, a large crack formed on her phone. She tossed it away with rage.
"FUCK! That was a fucking new iPhone!" She glared at the floor and then at her empty cup of noodles, and it only infuriated her more.
She shoved the table onto the floor, then stood and paced the room.
Her heart beat fast, and she couldn’t just conclude that her beloved donovan, her beautiful fictional husband, was dead.
How the fuck could he be dead?!
That’s impossible, right?
She picked up her phone again to check the same Chapter, but it still came to the same end. Tears streamed down her face before she could even control them.
Her chest rose and fell, and she pressed a hand against it, trying to soothe the ache there.
Donovan was more than a character to her.
She didn’t spend so much of her earnings on this book for her favourite character to die.
He had been through too much to have such a malicious and selfish ending.
With that thought in mind, she quickly went to the website where she got the book and began her crazy review.
’You fucking sicko, how dare you, a mere author, dare to take the life of my beloved Donovan! The book was going so fine; what was the point of making him do all these things, work so hard, only for him not to enjoy his own efforts?!!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU huh—’
Before she could even finish typing, a call came in.
"I am not in the mood for any calls." She tried ending it, but it didn’t want to click. She tried turning off her phone, but nothing happened.
The call connected without her even picking it up.
She sniffed, tears still spilling from her eyes, and she didn’t care one bit. It wasn’t the first time she was crying because the author decided to slap her with a tragedy right when she had gotten invested in the character.
The rain turned heavy outside her window while she put the phone to her ear.
"What the fuck do you want?!" She shouted, not even shocked that she sounded so loud.
"Am I speaking to Sunny Lee?" The voice sounded male and female at the same time.
Sunny pulled the phone away from her ear and then put it back. The tears finally stopped; she frowned, ignoring her pounding head.
She had a deadline due tomorrow, but here she was bawling her eyes out for a character that wasn’t even real.
"Yes, it’s me. Who am I speaking to?"
"Let’s play a game."
She immediately hung up, hissing and burying herself back in bed to continue crying.
"Oh my Donovan..... WAHHHHHHHH—"
The phone call came in again.
"Fucking leave me alone, psycho. I don’t want to play any games with you. I fucking had a bad day, and I just want to cry and move on. So fuck off."
"What if I told you it has something to do with your Donovan Fallon?"
A shiver ran down her spine.
Was it another fan like her?
She shook her head. She didn’t remember knowing another fan, much less giving one her number...
The place suddenly turned eerily silent, coupled with the howling of the storm outside. Sunny rubbed her hands over her arms repeatedly.
"Now that I have gotten your attention, shall we play a game?"
"What would my answer even do? Just continue with your nonsense," she muttered under her breath, putting the phone on loudspeaker and keeping it on her desk away from her.
She took a step back, looked left and right at both of her locked windows, and quickly wrapped her blanket tighter around herself.
"The game is simple. Change the destiny of the one you desire most... or lose everything you hold dear, including your own life. Do you accept?"
Why the heck would I want—
Wait.
The one I desire most...
"The clock is ticking, Sunny Game. Do you accept or not?"
"I ACCEPT!" she immediately screamed, her heart racing. She didn’t know which scam this was, but this looked and felt awfully familiar.
She just hoped she wasn’t wrong.
"Are you sure?" The voice sounded hesitant, and Sunny rolled her eyes.
"For fuck’s sake, yes, I am sure. So tell me what’s next!" She sounded rushed this time. Rushed to prove her thoughts were right.
"Then what do you want? Who did you choose?"
"I want to change the destiny of Donovan Fallon from The Last Saviour."
Yes, I am very sure. This is what I truly desire.
My golden boy will be saved by me and me alone!
She nodded her head, determined. Maybe they will give me an option to rewrite the book in a way that is better and allows everyone to enjoy a happy ending.
"Why did you decide it was a character and not wealth? Don’t you want anything apart from Donovan Fallon? Anything you desire."
Sunny bit her bottom lip. A glint flashed in her eyes, and it almost looked like she was rethinking it, but then it hardened the next moment.
She pressed her lips into a thin line. "You said someone, and not something. Donovan Fallon is someone I want to save, so will you play this game with me or not?"
[HOW IMPATIENT. SURE, IF YOU WANNA PLAY, LET’S PLAY A GAME "PLAYER SUNNY GAME"]
The voice sounded different now. Much louder, echoing inside her small bedroom so much that she took a step back in fear. She didn’t get too far before a blinding white light flashed before her eyes.
Instead of fear blooming in her heart, excitement burst inside her very veins.
I KNEW IT! IT’S A TRANSMIGRATION!
A very strong wind suddenly appeared in her bedroom, coming straight from her phone. She was being sucked in like a tornado.
Just like a moth to a flame, Sunny rushed forward, immediately jumping and allowing the screen to suck her in.
She didn’t even say goodbye to the home she had loved for fifteen years.
The next second, Sunny balanced herself on a rough surface with a scream.
Her red hair was dishevelled, and some even got into her mouth. She had to quickly brush it away so she could finally see where she actually was. She was wearing a simple black gown fitted to her body.
A beautiful smile bloomed on her face, her violet eyes shining like starlight.
I HAVE BEEN TRANSMIGRATED!!!!!!
[Welcome Host]
Several screens popped up in green before Sunny’s eyes, and her face lit up in surprise and excitement.
"Oh my fucking god! I got a system!" She looked around, in fear that someone had actually seen her, and was quite relieved that she was in a quiet alley.
She quickly shook herself back into concentration and allowed the screens to pop up in front of her. Three more appeared.
[System Initialisation Complete]
[Host: Sunny Lee also known as Sunny Game]
[Destiny Interception System Activated.]
"Ooo, I love that name!" she giggled mischievously.
[Protect Target: Donovan Fallon.]
[Failure Condition: Death of Target.]
[Penalty: Death of Host.]
[Do you dare to accept?]
Was that even a question? FUCK YES!
Donovan baby, I am coming to save youuuuuu!!!