Inside the quiet hospital room, the air felt heavy. Machines hummed softly, and the faint smell of antiseptics lingered. Noas's body lay motionless under the thin blanket, but inside his head, chaos erupted.
"Host…host…" the mechanical voice buzzed, the sound breaking with static. "The key characters from the book are near you."
The transmigrator's consciousness stirred, irritated. "Who is it? Can you identify them?"
"Sorry. My power is insufficient."
"Damn it. When will the first mission activate then?"
"When you are within one hundred meters of the key figures."
The host let out a long, mental sigh. "Great. Just my luck. I might as well wake up quickly at this rate."
"The system suggests the host check the book completely before doing so."
He growled internally. "I just took a look at the category and genre, and already lost interest. This world is so dull compared to Wuxia and interstellar realms."
