This is it…the day I get to watch live porn.
[Master should think of ways to seduce the TARGETS.
Do you want to watch examples from other successful hosts?]
Zane already felt sick to his stomach as he imagined the three main characters doing it in the woods.
His narrowed gaze and furrowed brows gave him a unique charm that attracted the attention of many.
“ZANE!” His eccentric professor came running towards him.
“You’re late, Professor.” Zane glanced at his watch.
It was twenty minutes after their agreed time.
“Now, now.
Let’s not frown so much when we’re about to do exciting things for the entire week.” The Professor didn’t seem bothered by his attitude in the slightest.
He smacked Zane’s back with great humor before gesturing for him to get into the special car he had rented.
Zane whistled at the beauty that appeared before him.
A customized and specialized off-road vehicle dazzled everyone who walked past it.
Zane could feel the heated gazes sent their way from the other teachers and students who had to ride the bus.
“Sweet baby!” The system had originally wanted to persuade its host to go and share a seat with Clyde, but after seeing the sparkle in its host’s eyes, it chose to remain silent.
“All without spending a dime of my own!
How is it!?
Your professor is quite awesome, don’t you think!?”
“I will put my life on the line to complete our mission, Professor!” The two gripped each other’s hands and grinned like idiots.
As Reed mentioned, this trip was specifically sponsored by the school and a few outsiders.
It had been over 30 years since they last received permission to study the ancient ruins of the village they were about to head to.
Not only did they have specialized equipment and vehicles, but they also had a team of archaeologists who would meet with them later.
“What is he doing here!?” Oliver grumbled at the sight of Zane.
They had already boarded the bus.
With Oliver sitting at the window seat beside Michael, and Clyde sitting alone in front of them.
“He’s like a wart that doesn’t go away!”
Michael leaned over to get a good look at who Oliver was complaining about.
His eyes squinted once he caught sight of Zane, before leaning back in his chair.
“You knew he was coming.
Why are you complaining?” They had all overheard Zane’s conversation with his professor in the cafeteria.
Michael didn’t quite understand why Oliver was fussing over that funny kid.
“You don’t get it!
He was there yesterday at the casting and stole Miss Carter from me!” Oliver folded his arm over his chest with a ‘hmph.’
“He went to get cast as a model?” Both Michael and Clyde, who had been secretly listening in on the conversation, suddenly felt intrigued.
“Yeah!
He even told me to give him five million, and he would leave without pursuing modeling ever again.” Oliver’s gaze once again turned to Zane, who was still admiring the car.
“Look at him getting all excited over expensive things!
He’s just a whore for money!”
A frown instantly appeared on both of the men’s faces.
Occasionally, Oliver would look down on others and say the nastiest things imaginable, but they had overlooked this behavior due to their past friendship.
“I think he just needs money.
He doesn’t seem to be as fortunate when it comes to financial situations.” Michael spoke up to dissuade Oliver’s view on Zane.
Although he didn’t really know this junior, from their brief conversations, Michael could tell that Zane was someone who had to work hard for something.
[TARGET Clyde’s current goodwill towards Master is 0%.]
Zane had been busy buckling himself in when the notification sounded in his head.
He looked up in confusion, unsure of why their feelings toward him had suddenly changed when they hadn’t met since Thursday.
Does it go up when they don’t see me?
[…] Truly, a host like no other…thought the system.
I should stay away more, so it increases again!
Oliver still wanted to complain some more, but seeing that Michael had put on his headphones and was already dozing off made him shut his mouth.
The buses slowly rolled out, one by one.
Zane and the professor had initially followed behind the slow-moving parade.
It wasn’t until the first bathroom stop that the professor announced that he was going ahead and left with Zane.
The two discussed their plans, how they were going to study the ruins, and what their daily schedule would look like for the entirety of the 10-hour drive.
Zane had been worried about his ability to follow along with the topic, but to his surprise, the conversation went smoothly.
Although he had worked as the one approving the use of skills, being the one using those skills was a different story altogether.
He finally understood how handy such minor things could be in situations like these.
I’m so powerful.
Holy shit!
[It is thanks to the previous owner.]
Can’t I enjoy being smart for once!?
[No.]
…I hate you.
As expected, they were the first to arrive.
The village chief warmly welcomed them with a feast and some self-brewed wine.
They decided to hold off on eating until everyone arrived.
With nothing else to do, they were sent to their rooms to relax and get in a quick power nap.
Only the professor, Zane, and the professional team of archaeologists had a few small cabins to themselves.
The students and teachers who were on the camping trip had to set up their own tents.
The camping trip consisted of tasks that included helping with planting crops, cattle raising, building a functional water filter, and setting up clean electricity for the village.
This might have been a volunteer trip, but everyone who joined would receive credits toward graduation, a certificate of appreciation, and a letter of recommendation for an internship at selected locations.
Zane plopped down on his bed, head spinning from the long stretch of winding roads they had to drive through to get here.
System.
Can’t you give me something to help with the nausea?
[Negative.
I will only intervene if your life is in danger.]
Boo.
After a moment of silence, Zane got up to wash his face.
The cold water helped get rid of the dizziness.
Even though he wanted to shower now, he didn’t want to waste water when he showered again before bed later in the night.
I’ll just wash my hands and feet for now.
Now that he felt much better, Zane spent some time organizing the things he had brought before heading out for a walk around the fields.
The cool breeze tussled his hair as the setting sun illuminated his figure.
Zane had never felt happier now that he possessed five million.
[Master should invest some money in stocks.]
That’s a waste of time.
I’m leaving once the mission is completed anyway.
[Does Master have anything you want specifically?]
Zane thought about it for a bit before shaking his head.
I’ll just put the leftover money into a trust fund for the little kid.
Because he had never worked on failed worlds before, Zane wasn’t sure if the original owner would return to this body once he left, or if his existence would disappear completely.
[Normally, a host would stay and live a lifetime once they complete a mission.]
The system heard his thoughts and answered calmly.
[Those who choose to leave are a different story.
If the soul of the original body refuses to return, a clone will replace the host temporarily and stage a natural death to smoothly exit the world.]
So I guessed right.
He had anticipated that this body would likely perish once he left.
That means that the younger brother would be left alone with no one to take care of him.
“A trust fund will do.” He mumbled softly to himself without noticing the appearance of someone behind him.
“With the five million you earned?” A calm and soothing voice startled him from his thoughts.
Zane turned around to see Clyde standing a foot from where he stood.
“You know about the five million!?” Zane had originally thought that Clyde had sent someone to spy on him, like those dominant CEO love stories.
But the system’s prompt reminder shattered his fantasy.
[The protagonist complained about Master showing up at the casting call.]
Wow…thanks.
“A trust fund for who?”
“My younger brother…” It hadn’t crossed Zane’s mind that it was weird for an acquaintance to ask such a personal question.
Instead, another thought popped into his head.
“Wait a second.
When did you get here!?”
Can male leads teleport?
[This is not a fantasy world.
Please be serious.]
“We were the second group to get here.
About thirty minutes ago.” The finger that was pointing at Clyde’s face was calmly brushed aside.
“You walked past us…”
“Did I?” He had been so lost in thought that he didn’t notice the arrival of the others.
“Aren’t you busy setting up tents or whatever?” It was suspicious for the male lead to purposefully leave the protagonist’s side.
“I’m feeling car sick, so Mich is handling that.” Clyde found the suspicious gaze humorous.
His tone softened even more as he explained his reasons.
“Washing your face will help with the nausea.” Hearing that the man was also suffering, Zane offered him some tips out of sympathy.
“The shared bathroom is too crowded.” Zane nodded.
It made sense that the bathroom would be everyone’s priority once they got off the buses.
“You can use mine, Senior.” He hadn’t thought much when he said those words.
[Is Master luring TARGET Clyde into your private cabin to spend some alone time?]
But after hearing the system’s words, his face went bright red under the glow of the setting sun.