GHHHHHK-haaAAAAGH!
A wet, raspy inhale tore from the depths of Craymin's throat as his chest jerked upward, eyes fluttering open and wide.
He jolted upright the next moment like he had just been pulled from the abyss of torture. Drenched in sweat, his chest rose and fell, his breath shallow and ragged.
His face lacked color, pale like one who had just returned from the underworld.
Before Craymin could draw a proper breath—
GAHK!
A sharp sting tore through his skull, causing his hand to fly to the side of his head as he doubled over.
Craymin's face twisted in pain, eyes squeezed shut. The pain shot through his head as if his skull was being hammered open.
However, this sharp sting didn't come bearing only pain. It clicked things in Craymin's head.
The pain lasted a brief moment before it started dissipating. And as it did, Craymin's breath stabilized.
Slowly, his hand left his head, coming up his face.
*Huff* *Huff*
His breaths came out loud and sharp in pants.
"That's right.." *huff* "I died, didn't I?" He asked rhetorically as even he himself wasn't exactly sure.
His voice sounded rough and raspy.
"I definitely died," he confirmed as his previous activities flooded his mind.
"I was…. I was beating meat." Craymin buried his face in his palm, feeling shame build up in his nerves.
"I can't believe I died that way," he said, shaking his head. "And that too, at the worst moment!"
"I was about to reach my peak! I was about to–" He sighed deeply, disappointed.
Who would've thought the perfect spot I secured in the library to jerk off to the girls would cost me my death?
If only it had just waited a little bit longer before that huge book fell and crushed my skull, I would've for sure….. *sigh*
"Agh… this is shameful. My body will be seen in that shameful way. I should've at least zipped up my pants."
As if he's had enough of his own complaints, Craymin finally lifted his gaze.
"Then, is this…."
He swept his eyes around the vast chambers adorned with lavish details and accented in hues of gold and deep red, radiating the opulence of old nobility.
"Hell?"
Floating mid-air was a tiny robotic ball, akin to a CCTV camera. White in color, its screen glowed in bright teal.
*Blink*…..*Blink*
Craymin's eyes slowly fluttered open and close, trying to make sense of what was in sight.
"Who— no, what are you?" He asked after a moment of silence.
A glowing screen of black and teal materialized before Craymin.
[Starting Data Transfer…]
[Starting Synchronization….] it read.
[Transferring Data… 0%… 10%… 50%… 99%…]
[Synchronizing data... 0%…. 10%… 50%... 99%…]
[ErRoR!!!]
[ErRoR!!!]
*Beep!* *Beep!*
The screen started glitching, beeping red.
The two teal colored dots in the robotic ball's screen noting its eyes, squinted briefly, mirroring the confusion on Craymin's face.
>>> Reinitializing…
>>> Reinitializing…
>>> REINI▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒
[ErRoR!!!]
[ErRoR!!!]
The screen beeped in red for a moment longer before it faded, disappearing from view like it never existed.
Craymin's head snapped to the robotic ball, silently demanding answers.
Craymin's brow twitched at the insult but he said nothing.
"Yes, but who are you?" Craymin asked, curious to learn about the talking lump of metal.
Silence fell over the room as Craymin stared blankly at the system for a while.
After a moment, he peeled his eyes from the system, inspecting himself.
"Now that you mention it…" Craymin inspected his hands, the rich robe he was clad in. Everything was different.
Even his hair was long, flowing softly down his shoulders. Unlike his vibrant red hair, this was black—soft and shimmering with luxury.
Even the bed he was seated in was not only large like it was made for five people, it was soft and comfy.
And the opulence the chamber was steeped in was enough to tell it reeked nothing short of nobility. But a king?
That was too far fetched for Craymin. Being a piece of shit in his past life as said by everyone, he didn't believe his luck could be this good. To not only transmigrate into a noble, but a king?
Impossiburu!
Chuckling softly, he turned to the system.
"Oi system, if you're gonna lie then at least—"
*Knock* *Knock*
A soft knock that cut him short came on the door. The huge door opened wide the next second and a girl walked in carrying a tray of tea.
She was clad in simple garments that differed from the luxury Craymin and the chamber was adorned in.
"Your tea, your majesty." she lowered into a bow, heading to drop the tray off on a table beside the bed.
Majesty? The system wasn't lying?!
Craymin's eyes followed the girl, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, gawking at the girl's body.
Although she was clad in cheap, simple garments, her figure couldn't go unnoticed.
By her waist was a cinch that gathered the garment against her white, supple skin.
Her chest was full and protruding forward. The skin of her cleavages glistened. Her lips were luscious, draped in red lipstick that accentuated her fair face.
Her behind wasn't lacking either, and his eyes could already see the bounce.
Craymin couldn't help but gawk and drool. For this was a rare beauty even he hadn't seen back home.
His lower half twitched, sending a stinging pain that jolted through his body. Craymin's eyes squeezed shut, a little "ow" escaping him.
"What the—"
Before he could question what the pain was—
*SLUMP!*
He fell forward, his face burying into the bed.
[YOU HAVE DIED]