Micah stood frozen in front of the glass window, mouth slightly open, breath caught halfway in his throat. For a moment, he genuinely questioned his sanity. He wondered if something inside his skull had snapped. Maybe the burden had been too much for his mind to bear, or stress had finally fried what was left of his sanity.
Because, seriously, what the hell was that voice? Had he gone crazy?
A flat, cold mechanical voice echoed again, bouncing inside his head like someone had turned on a speaker in his brain.
"Protagonist's assistant system activated… the target verified. Noas Lobart. 20 years old. The soul has successfully settled in the new body. Transmitting the content of the book into Host 8553."
Micah's entire body turned rigid, like he had been carved out of stone on the spot. His fingers twitched at his sides. His pupils behind the glasses trembled.
