"bro! I swear to God I can’t take this cheap joke anymore!"
However, Michael didn’t want to spark Elliot’s hopes or give him false expectations.
He rolled across the cold floor and crawled closer to his friend resting on the velvet carpet. Then, he pulled back the collar of his demonic wedding robes to reveal the glowing tattoo on his neck...
"W-what is that?!."
It wasn’t just a highly detailed mark; it was pulsing with an eerie, bone-chilling coldness, as if it were a living parasite embedded under his skin!
"No... no, no, no! You guys are definitely pranking me! I am getting out of this damn room right now... and whoever gets in my way, I’ll freaking kill them!"
Elliot fell completely into a state of severe denial. He was trying with all his might not to believe the utter farce he was going through, just to keep his mind from breaking down and slipping into a nervous breakdown that would make him lose consciousness.
He charged with his new female body toward the giant royal doors, extending his trembling hand to touch the brass doorknob—
WOOSH!
A flash of magical shock rippled through his limbs! It wasn’t lethal, but it paralyzed his entire body in a fraction of a second, exactly as it had when he tried to stop Michael from kissing him on the altar.
Crash!
His body slammed into the floor without any way to break his fall. He landed with his eyes wide open, his hysterical gaze locked onto the gold-embellished ceiling.
His useless muscles refused to budge even a single inch.
On the side of his soft female neck, his own mark began to glow with a fiery crimson light, casting bloody shadows across his face. Michael’s dismay deepened as he looked at the mark, then leaned down in an attempt to calm the fully paralyzed Elliot.
"Yeah... yeah... We’re the designated sacrifices to give birth to the Child of Destiny..."
Michael muttered in a low voice.
Elliot’s frozen expression didn’t change since he couldn’t move a single muscle in his face, but if he could move, he would have broken down into bitter tears.
{Michael... Michael! Please... I can’t move my body! Michael, I don’t want to be a sacrifice for the Child of Destiny! I don’t want to be the mother of that cursed creature! I can’t believe any of this trash around us... Please tell me we can go back! I can’t stay in this disgusting world... What we’ve seen so far is only one percent of its filth!}
Michael stood there, unable to think clearly, at a total loss on how to comfort his lifelong friend who had completely collapsed mentally. Despite Michael’s pride, he knew very well that their current situation had gone far beyond crying.
Everything in this world was insane, and he—as the co-author—knew with absolute certainty what that crimson mark meant.
A dark, remorseful look settled on Michael’s face as he bent his new demonic body down. He scooped up Elliot’s paralyzed body into his arms and slung him over his shoulder.
{What?! Where are you taking me, you bastard?!}
"Just rest on the bed for a bit..."
Michael carefully placed him down on the luxurious royal bed and adjusted his position so he was lying comfortably.
"Rest... and seriously clear your mind."
{What’s wrong with you?! I don’t get it... Do you have a solution or what?!}
Michael let out a heavy sigh and continued in a solemn tone,
"Hah... I think you need to throw away your male pride for tonight, Elliot. We are magical sacrifices created after the slaughter of millions of living beings, all just to put this cursed mark on us... We’re the best two sacrifices this world has had after all this time simply because we survived the mark."
{Are you going to trick them into thinking we’re weak, useless sacrifices?! I’m in on this plan!}
"No way... From what I remember of the plot outline, these two bodies are the exact ones meant to produce the Child of Destiny. In fact... I think you need to be prepared for tonight."
{Prepared?! Prepared for WHAT exactly?!}
It was extremely hard for Michael to say those words. It wasn’t like the body in front of him belonged to a random woman he might feel guilty toward; this was his best friend... Elliot, whom he cherished deeply. They were the best of friends!
But the bitter truth forced its way out
"Prepare yourself mentally... so I can sleep... sleep with you. Maybe... just maybe, if we complete the process, they’ll let us out for a bit. And the moment we step outside, I promise you I’ll find a way for us to escape this world."
{You scumbag bastard! I will NEVER let you! Even if this cursed mark forces my body to give in, I will curse you to the lowest depths of hell!}
"You still don’t realize the scale of this disaster, Elliot! You know this world and you know how crazy these characters are! We can never run away. If we try, they’ll kill us on the spot. And even if they don’t kill us, they’ll inject us with aphrodisiac potions, and then you’ll literally beg me to be gentle! We won’t live a single moment of peace if we let our emotions drive us. I don’t know who brought us here... but if someone transported us, there is definitely a way out. Trust me... I’ll try to be as gentle as possible."
{No... NO! I don’t want to get fucked by my best friend! This is the absolute worst nightmare... A NIGHTMARE!}
Michael sat down on the floor beside the bed, leaning his back against the cold stone-wood frame and sighing deeply.
He didn’t know the underlying reason behind their transmigrating into this absurd world, but all he wanted was to return to that trashy apartment they shared... to go back to where they belonged.
Even if he had to do it dozens of times, he would do it to go back at any cost! He made a promise to himself, and this single thought dominated his mind..
I have to bring Elliot back... Elliot wasn’t the one who wanted to make this world so chaotic. Elliot is innocent... I must take him home!
He silently swore to crush the bones of whatever entity dragged them into this mess. Elliot’s terrified screams inside his head were tearing his heart apart; his friend now feared him as if he were a monster. But he had no other choice... He just needed time.
Deep down, Michael prayed for a miracle... Any simple workaround to get them out of this sticky situation!
Suddenly—
[Hosts located... Integrating System...]
[Loading Host Data...]
Michael flinched and looked around in panic, then said coldly,
"Elliot, cut the crap! Stop playing around in my head with these stupid voices..."
Elliot replied with wide eyes and a trembling voice
{I swear to God I thought that was YOU talking! Wait... what is that thing?!}
"bro, are you really stupid enough to joke around using a robotic voice at a time like this?!"
But when Michael opened his eyes to see what Elliot was pointing at, the blood froze in his veins.
Right before his eyes, a translucent light-blue screen floated in the air inside a glowing golden frame. An extremely annoying, deep mechanical voice echoed from it
[Integration complete for Hosts: Michael Rosenman and Elliot Miles... with the Sleep Together System... Oops, I mean: The Gender Swap System!]
"WHAT?!" Michael yelled.
{WHAT THE FUCK?!} Elliot screamed mentally.
[Hosts have been granted the ability to freely Gender Swap at any time.]
"What does this cursed thing even mean?!"
The System began making a weird electronic beeping sound, its screen flickering as if experiencing static before stabilizing again
[In order to leave this world, you must reach the pinnacle of power and fix all the plot holes and bugs you added to your novel. Only then will the Exit Portal open. To help you grow stronger quickly, here is your list of Main Quests. Choose your Evolution Path carefully, as it will be the foundation for all future quests:]
[Absolute Power Path - Completion Requirement:] "Sleep together for 25 synchronized rounds (climaxing at the exact same moment). If a round is not synchronized, even on the last try, you will have to restart from the beginning!"
[Super Intelligence Path - Completion Requirement:] "Sleep together for 10 synchronized rounds. No need to explain that non-synchronized rounds also mean restarting from scratch."
"Dammit! What kind of sick bullshit is this?!"
Michael yelled, swinging his fist at the air.
The System continued listing its twisted options until it reached
[Masculinity Path (Male Form Only):] "We know you hate to hear this, but picking this path will make your female form’s appearance even more attractive and alluring!"
[Femininity Path:]
"Spend the night together as females, and during the day, you both get legendary 8-pack abs as legendary men!"
"No, no, no! We don’t want any of this trash! Get away from us, you trashy System!"
[Your objection has been recorded... and successfully ignored! ]
At that exact moment, the paralyzing magic effect wore off. Elliot leaped off the bed, shouting in rage
"I know how these damn Systems work! We can negotiate and change the quest types, right?!"
[The System does not argue with users. The System always wins.]
Elliot’s head blew a fuse. He felt an overwhelming urge to tear that blue floating screen apart screw by screw!
[System detects a sharp spike in Host Elliot’s blood pressure... Mmm, interesting!]
Michael tried to intervene rationally, raising his hands to placate the screen
"This isn’t going to work at all! We are NOT doing whatever sick R-18 stuff you want... At least give us a rational choice we can actually pick! You’re supposed to be a Helper System!"
[User is attempting to use logic...]
[Logic is not supported in this version!]
hmmmm.. Did you like the novel?