NS explained why Dean's soul was so valuable, or "luxurious." From a young age, Dean's parents divorced and abandoned him, with neither claiming him. After that, Dean lived alone and miserably, but he never went astray or did anything bad to others. Even as a director, Dean was very honest, even though he was eventually framed, betrayed, lied to, and finally murdered in prison.
"So that's how it is," Dean said.
"That's why I said you're special. A luxurious soul like yours, once it turns black, it becomes beautifully, profoundly dark and radiant. That's why I want to hire you and not ask you to sacrifice your soul for me to eat. Others, I either make them my collection or swallow them to strengthen this world. You're the only one I've given a job, and I'll stay with you. Besides, the price I gave you was actually too cheap. Your value is over 10 million dollars. You should be grateful I gave you such a big discount," NS replied.
"What do you mean 'swallow'?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, swallow. The food for this world is the souls I feast on. But after they leave my 'belly,' they reincarnate into other worlds, unless I make them my collection. They'll stay here and work," NS explained.
"I see, I honestly don't quite get it," Dean said.
"No more time, make a decision quickly!" NS said impatiently.
"Okay, I get it. I'll work. But can I ask for something?" Dean asked.
"What now?" NS asked.
"I know Laila isn't my child, but she grew up with me, and she's innocent. Can I at least take care of her?" Dean asked.
"Haaaaa, this is it. People with special souls are like this. Only once every 1000 years does someone like this show up. Already betrayed, already knows the child isn't his, but still foolishly wants to care for her willingly and selflessly. Unbelievable," NS muttered, shaking his head.
"So, can I?" Dean asked.
"Okay, okay, I understand. Consider this a gift because I found you, and you're willing to work for me as an agent. You'll be by her side, but not as a father. As something else," NS replied.
"Huh... what? As what?" Dean asked.
"Okay, alright, don't ask so many questions. Like I said, consider it your registration gift to me as a system. I hope we have a long and successful partnership," NS said.
"Hey... explain first!" Dean yelled.
"Click!" NS snapped his fingers. "CRACK!" The world seemed to crack like a mirror. "SMASH!" The world fell apart like a broken mirror. "Waaaaaaaaah!" Dean screamed as he fell into darkness. He turned and saw himself sliding towards a tiny, distant point of light.
"Wh-what is this... aaaaaaah!" Dean cried.
"Don't scream. You're now heading to your new place and starting your life over. Congratulations," NS said, his form unseen.
"Hey, what do you mean— (turning forward) Waaaaaaaaah!"
Dean entered the light, which suddenly grew larger in front of him, and he closed his eyes.
*****
"Ugh," Dean opened his eyes. Bright light streamed in, making him close them again. Then he opened them once more. In front of him was a beautiful woman, but her face looked huge. Dean recognized her features somewhat; they resembled his ex-wife.
"Dad, he opened his eyes," the woman said.
"Oh, really," a man said.
A handsome man's face appeared in front of Dean. Suddenly, the woman handed Dean to the man, who carried him with a big smile. Dean could feel the man's affection flowing into him, a feeling he had never experienced before.
"Wh-what is this?" Dean thought.
[Be quiet and watch.]
"NS?" Dean thought.
[Yes, I'm in your head.]
Suddenly, the man handed Dean back to the woman, who looked at him with great affection. Dean opened his mouth, "waaaaaaah!"
"Huh?" Dean thought in his head.
[I told you to be quiet, you're hopeless.]
"Oh, mommy's baby is hungry, huh? Just a moment," the woman said.
Dean watched as the woman opened her top and brought out one of her breasts. She brought Dean's face to her nipple, and then, "slurp!" unconsciously, Dean immediately started sucking milk from the woman's breast.
"Wait, I'm a baby?!" Dean thought.
[Ugh, I told you to just be quiet.]
Suddenly, a shadow covered him. Dean looked up and saw the man kissing the woman.
"I love you, Laila," the man said.
"I love you too, Victor," Laila replied.
"Choke!" The baby suddenly seemed to choke. "Oh, Dean, mommy's handsome boy, did you choke? Slow down, don't be in such a hurry, shhh... shhh," Laila said, patting Dean's back. The man called Victor also sat next to Laila and stroked Dean's head with a warm smile. But Dean's face immediately turned red, even though his mouth didn't stop sucking milk.
"Hey, NS, what kind of joke is this?! Am I Laila's son?! Are you serious?!" Dean yelled in his head.
[I told you to be quiet, see, you choked. Now, we are in the future, 20 years after your death. So Laila is now 25 years old and married. She gave birth to you, and you are their first child. Congratulations! This is your registration gift. You will stay with her, and they named you Dean... after your name, to honor you, Laila's father who died in prison. So sweet, hohoho.]
"You absolute bastard! What kind of dream is this, breastfeeding from my own daughter?! This is messed up!" Dean thought in his head.
[Don't be so dramatic. You're the one who wanted to be with Laila. I granted it.]
"Grrr... I hate you, seriously," Dean thought in his head and began to feel sleepy because he was full.
After being fed, Dean wasn't fully asleep yet. "Aaah... aaah," he heard very tempting and intense moaning sounds right next to him. He finally turned and saw a hot, sweaty, passionate scene between his former daughter, who was now his mother, and her husband, on the large bed next to him.
"Why... what did I do to deserve seeing my daughter doing that with her husband right next to me? And it's hard to even look away," Dean thought, confused because he couldn't move freely as a baby.
[Who told you to look? No one told you to.]
"My feelings are all mixed up, seriously. You wouldn't understand. Everything's a mess," Dean thought.
[Haaah... let's not talk about it anymore. Now, since you have a body, I'll proceed with the next process.]
[Scanning body......completed.]
[Enchant body 10....20....30....40....50.....60....70....80....100% completed.]
[Installing module....completed.]
[Unload package.....completed.]
[Registering host profile.]
Name: Dean Wilson
Age: 0
Body strength: Excellent
Body agility: Very good
Mind ability: Good
Looks: Excellent
Race: Half human, half reaper
Debt: $10,000,000
Payment: $0
Soul Partner: None
[Register completed]
[Reward: Reborn in specific family.]
[Nightmare System activated]
[Welcome Dean]
Dean was surprised when he read the register log in his head. He read it again to be sure. Then, because there were some things he didn't understand, he finally asked,
"Hey, NS, what does 'half human, half reaper' mean?" Dean asked.
[A Reaper is a grim reaper, whose job is to bring souls back to heaven or hell. But here, 'reaper' means my servant. I purposely made you like that; you can't work as a normal human, right?]
"Why can't I just be a human?" Dean asked.
[You know our job, right? We provide a service to get revenge as requested. In other words, we have to destroy souls and, if necessary, torture the revenge target our clients want in the dream world. As a human, you can't move freely between the real world and the nightmare world. That's why you're made half reaper.]
Dean thought. Even though NS had explained his job to Dean before, he still hesitated at this point, wondering if he could really do it when the time came to kill someone, even if that person was his target.
[Why are you zoning out? Getting cold feet?]
"To be honest, yes, I'm getting cold feet when I think about having to kill other people who are clients' revenge targets," Dean said.
[Haaah... this is it. You have a special soul, and your debt to me is huge. If you won't work just because you're scared, I'll just cancel everything, okay?]
"Don't be like that. I'm just venting. I've never killed anyone before," Dean said.
[Whether you have or haven't done it before isn't the point. But if you get cold feet, that's a problem for me.]
"Okay, fine, I'm not scared anymore," Dean said.
[Good! Now, just relax for a bit. You can't work right now. You'll probably have to wait until you're 16 or 17 before you can start.]
"Really? That's a long time," Dean replied.
[What can a baby do? you can't do anything. Now to see your status, just say "status" in your head.]
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STATUS
Name: Dean Wilson
Race: Half Reaper
Level: 0 (0/200)
Power: 0
Active skill: None
Passive skill: None
Weapon: Death Scythe
Debt: $10,000,000
Payment: $0
Soul Partner: None
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"Hey, why is everything else zero, and only the debt is huge? Are you making fun of me?" Dean asked.
[Just a reminder, hohoho.]
"Then what does 'Soul Partner' mean?" Dean asked.
[You'll find out later.]
"Then how do I find clients who want revenge?" Dean asked.
[Well, if I have to get involved too, why would I hire you? You figure out how, then we'll work on it together.]
"Hmm," Dean thought, watching the passionate scene between his daughter (now his mother) and her husband continuing right next to him.
"The main thing is, the debt gets paid off, right? I don't care how. There's still time. I'll think about it slowly. Whether I have to destroy people's souls or kidnap people in the real world, I don't care anymore. I want my debt gone because I'm sick of debt. I never had any debt my whole life, only birth debt," Dean thought to himself.
After that, Dean looked around. He smiled and his eyes began to close, feeling sleepy.
"Not bad, I actually get to feel what it's like to have parents, even if my parents are now my own child. Thanks, NS, for helping me," Dean thought to himself.