Gacha Sovereign - Chapter 1111: Space Element Arts

“What the fuck? What is going on? Have I completely lost it?”

As I stare panicky at the dot unable to decide what to do, the white dot disappears and a line of text appears in its place.

[Installing files. 1% done…]

As I watch the text in shock, the percentage gradually increases. […2%...3%...4%...]

I move to the living room in a zombie-like manner, too shocked to think clearly and lie down on the couch.

“Something is wrong with me; I think I finally lost my sanity…”

[…12%...13%...14%...]

Unable to affect the situation in the least, I stare dejectedly at the percentage increase, while my mind starts exploring the possible explanations. In the end, as the percentage hits 90%, I narrow it down to three possibilities.

The first possibility is that I am in fact still unconscious and this is all a product of my mind. I pinch myself and whimper at the pain, as in my nervousness I used almost all my strength.

Nope, the first is out.

The second possibility is that I have completely lost my mind and am suffering from delusions. Hmm, I cannot exclude this, but while possible, I don’t think that this is it. The only thing out of the ordinary is that fucking line of text.

The third possibility …

[Installation successful!]

The text disappears and a new message appears in my eyes…

The third possibility … is that I gained a system. I read the message with my mouth agape at the implications.

[Welcome user, to the Perverted Daddy System!]

Fuck…

“Han… Yi Jin? The dual-class loser villain bastard, Han Yi Jin?”Han Yi Jin had reincarnated as an insignificant villain in a male-oriented modern fantasy novel.Han Yi Jin, the small-fry villain who hung around the main character, Kang Yoo Hyun, and died at the beginning of the story.“Aren’t you acting a little strange today?”“What’s strange? F*ck off if you don’t have any business with me.”To avoid suspicion, he acts like Han Yi Jin from the original story. This rather attracts the attention of the gongs, and Yi Jin is looked upon with suspicion.[Synchronisation is complete.] Shake the Catnip (S): All stats of the designated opponent +20%In the meantime, he had acquired the “Catnip Skill” from nowhere.Because of this skill, which becomes more effective the higher the intensity of the skinship, Yi Jin begins to attract the obsession and interest of the other characters…“I love it when you curse.”“Hyung, would you like to go out on a date with me?”“You wouldn’t think of that if I cut off at least one of your legs.”“Keep running away like that. I’m curious how far you can go.”These crazy bastards are obsessed with me.“Why are you all staring at me with those eyes? Get the f*ck out of here, you crazy bastards!”Will Yi Jin be able to escape safely from the clutches of the gongs?Will he be able to escape death?

I had transmigrated into my favorite game, as an extra who died before the story even began.In a world where Sigils dictate power, I found myself in the body of a boy who had already died on the battlefield.Yet, as I drew breath in his place, his Sigil changed. A power never meant for him, never meant for me.Kidnapped by a shadow organization that didn't exist in the game, I spent three years in the dark, forced to learn under a so-called teacher.I move forward, not as the extra I was meant to be, but as one who chooses their own path. A path to supremacy.Yet the deeper I walk, the more I realize… this world holds secrets that game had never shown.-----------------Additional tags:[Sword Companion], [Hidden Identity], [Artifact Power], [Slow Reveal], [Secret Society], [Survival]

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”