Ren has lived for—over 30 years in this world, but his body, his mind, had outpaced everything. Every skill he touched, every field he dabbled in, he conquered it with ease. By the time he walked into that house with Jessica, his life would change forever.
The system—a cold, almost indifferent presence—merged with him shortly after. It took years for the system to bind to his mind, an unusual and frustrating delay. It wasn't supposed to take this long.
(AN: Guess why it took so long to bind with the host?)
At seven months, he took his first steps. By one year old, he was speaking fluent English like a grown man. By three, he could recite complex equations, the history of the world, and speak several languages with ease. But his brilliance came with a cost. When he was five, he built his first business—only for his family to take it from him.His first business was selling products online through his Viewtube channel but they gave it to one of his brothers kids.They'd always been supportive, or so he thought. But it wasn't until that betrayal that the system's bond finally took hold.
Ding
|The system has successfully bonded with the host|
"Who are you, and what do you want in my body?"
The voice was monotone, almost mechanical. |I am tasked with helping the host become the best in his chosen field of work.
Ren, or Minho as his real name was, scowled, shaking his head. "Why would I need your help? I've done fine without you."
|The system must help the host or this world will be destroyed.
"Destroyed? By who?" Ren's curiosity was piqued, though his expression remained cold.
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|Choose a career, and more information will be given to the host in time.
The options appeared in front of him like a menu, but none of them spoke to his heart.
★Options★
1.Finance & Business
2.Health & Medicine
3.Technology & IT
4mEntertainment & Media
5.Education & Research
6.More options…
Ren frowned. He was only five years old, but his mind was sharp—sharper than anyone around him. This world? It had no appeal. But Jessica… Jessica was different. She was the only thing that mattered.
"Fine," he muttered, tapping the first option. "Finance and business it is. Let's see what you can do."And just like thag the richest man in the world was born
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In a hospital in New York City a commotion could be heard inside
"Who are you to tell me what to do?" she snapped, eyes glassy with fury. "I own you. If I wanted to, I could tell that old man to have your whole family buried." Her words cut the room. The bodyguard fell silent — he knew how the Master doted on this child; that love had bought him more loyalty than blood.
A doctor barreled through the doorway, panic written plain across his face. "Where are the organs? If Max dies, I swear I'll burn this hospital down."
"Miss — the young man is in bad shape," he said, voice cracking. "If you don't get him some…miracle blood, there's no saving him."
Lucy's eyes glinted. "Miracle blood? My father has that blood. Maybe he can help Max. We only use daddy's blood — that's why I never get sick. Because of Daddy." She said the last part loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Miss, you mustn't say things like that in public," the bodyguard murmured.
"I told you to shut up," she snapped. "My man needs me."
The doctor smiled slow and terrible, like a man who had finally found what he wanted. "So that's why your family's been investing in medical research," he said. Then, with a casual motion that made the air go cold, he drew a gun and fired. Four bodyguards dropped where they stood.
Lucy stared, breath leaving her. "Max — help me — this man wants to—" Her plea died on the sight of a perfectly composed young man standing beside the doctor. He looked unharmed, almost amused.
"You're probably wondering how I'm fine," he said smoothly. "Well, I was making an investment in your family. I found exactly what I needed. You and I, Miss Rockwell, we're going to be very rich. Isn't that right, Krish?"
Krish — Lucy's so-called best friend — smiled something that wasn't a smile.
A bleeding bodyguard pushed himself up and grabbed Lucy's wrist. "We have to go, Miss. Now." He didn't wait for permission. He hauled her toward the exit, away from the doctor's glassy smile.
Elsewhere, in a New York penthouse, a man in an immaculate suit stared at the woman across from him, disbelief on his face. "You want a divorce — and you expect me to give you seventy percent of everything? Hahaha. You must be joking."
"No I'm not I gave you my live my everything I sold myself to you,you can not say I'm selfish I deserve everything you own for my kids"."They are my kids to you can not say that".
Just as she was about to answer him man in black broke inside his penthouse and Minho rushed to protect Anitha and his kids."Who are you what are you doing in my house".
The did not answer him but they slowly advanced to him but as Minho was about to atteck them..Bang
A hard Mateo connect with his skull and red substance gushed out from his skull.As he turned he saw his beloved I with a metal rod"Finally I can be with him now".He did not believe what he heard from her.
"Sir they found the eldest daughter Lucy and we k***ed her bodyguard too."
"Good now take everything to the base".Thier leader ordered them.
"What do you want from Lucy we had a deal we were gonna take his money and you guys wanted his body now you have it what do you want from us."She stepped back with her two kids.
"Bring them too we must go now or his people with come soon".
As the took them all Minho just stared at the system infront of him thinking on how he has never used it in all the 30 years it finally bonded with him but he knew it could do nothing because he made that decision.
(AN:Please note that the MC is 35 years old since he was born so don't get it confused)
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In Area 51 Base
"Minho…" Anitha whispered, her voice trembling, raw with panic. "What is this? What's happening here?"
Minho stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the floor, his body rigid as though the weight of the world had crushed him. The woman he had loved—the woman who had been his anchor—had just shattered everything. His heart felt like it was being torn into pieces, but he couldn't show it. His face was stone, his eyes empty, as if to shield her from seeing the devastation she had caused.
Anitha took a step forward, her heels clicking sharply on the sterile floor, the sound echoing in the silent room. "Minho… why are we here? What's going on?"
His voice was a whisper, bitter and cruel. "Why don't you tell me, Anitha? You know why we're here. You've known all along. The lies, the secrets… the betrayal. I turned a blind eye to it all—your lies, your twisted games—but now… now, it's clear. It's all so clear."
Anitha recoiled, her heart pounding in her chest, a cold sweat creeping over her skin. "You knew? You knew everything and you didn't say a word? Why didn't you just… leave me?"
Minho's eyes finally met hers, but they were distant, filled with a cold emptiness. His voice trembled with the weight of his hurt. "I didn't leave you, Anitha, because I believed in us. But you… you were already gone, weren't you? This was never about us. It was never real."
Anitha's breath caught in her throat, but before she could respond, the heavy doors to the room swung open with a loud thud. William stepped in, his silhouette looming like a predator in the doorway. His gaze swept over the scene, calculating, cold. And when his eyes found Anitha, there was no hint of recognition—no warmth. Just a cruel indifference.
"I see you two are getting comfortable," William drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. He looked at Minho, then back to Anitha, his smile growing more malicious by the second. "But there's something much more important happening right now."
Anitha froze, her heart sinking as she turned toward him. "William… what is this? What are you doing?"
William's smile faltered just for a moment before he straightened, his expression hardening. "The children. They're here."
Her stomach dropped, her blood running cold as she saw the two small children standing behind William, their eyes wide with fear and confusion. They were so innocent—so small. And yet they were trapped in the same nightmare she had created.
"Those are your children, aren't they?" William sneered, the words cutting through her like a knife. "The ones you thought you could hide from him. But tell me, Anitha… who's the father? Because I can tell you one thing: they're useless to us now. They're not his."
Anitha's chest tightened, her breath shallow. She couldn't let him do this. She couldn't let him hurt them. "No… no, William. Please. Don't. They're innocent—please don't hurt them."
William didn't flinch. His eyes were icy, calculating, as if her pleas meant nothing. "Innocent? They're just pawns in your little game, Anitha. They were never Minho's children. I thought they could be, but the blood tests say otherwise. They're just another failure in your pathetic little plan."
Her heart shattered, but something inside her broke even more—she couldn't lose them, not like this. "You're wrong, William," she spat, her voice growing stronger, fueled by a desperate need to protect. "They're yours. They're your flesh and blood. I kept it from you because I thought you wouldn't care—because I thought you would destroy them. But now I see how wrong I was. They're yours, William. Please—don't do this."
William's gaze flickered for a moment, but then he smirked. "Mine, you say? Well, it doesn't matter. Their blood won't change anything. They're just another part of the experiment. They never had any real value." He turned, his voice growing colder with every word. "And now their fate is sealed. They're nothing to me."
Anitha's voice trembled, breaking with emotion. "Please, William. Please don't hurt them. They haven't done anything wrong. They're just kids."
But William's expression was unchanged, cold and pitiless. "They're in the way now. They've outlived their usefulness. That's all that matters."
Tears blurred her vision as she rushed to the children, pulling them close, her body shaking. She held them tightly, her voice barely more than a sob. "Please… please don't hurt them. They're innocent. I'm begging you."
But William's eyes were unmoved. "Innocence doesn't matter here, Anitha. Orders are orders."
Desperation surged through her. She turned to Minho, the one person she thought she could count on. "Minho… please. Please, do something. Save them. They're your family too. You can't just let them die."
Minho remained frozen, his gaze fixed on the floor, his silence deafening. Anitha's breath hitched in her throat as she looked at him, broken, desperate. This was the man she had once loved, the man she had hoped would stand by her when everything else fell apart. But he wasn't there. He was gone—lost to her.
William smirked as he stepped forward, a dark glint in his eye. "It's already over, Anitha. You knew this would happen. You were never going to have a happy ending. And now it's time for them to meet their end."
Anitha, trembling, wrapped her arms around the children, holding them as if she could shield them from the horrors around them. "Please, William… I beg you."
But William's gaze was cold. He turned to Minho, who still hadn't moved. "And you, Minho. You've been a thorn in my side for so long. You think you can just hide away and play normal when I've made you what you are? You owe everything to me, everything." He sneered, walking toward the door. "But I guess you're going to die in this pathetic world of yours, just like the rest of them."
Anitha felt the walls closing in around her. There was no escape. Not for her. Not for the children.
Then, as William made to leave, a small voice broke through the tension. Minho's daughter, Lucy, burst into the room, bloodstains on her shirt, eyes wide with confusion and fear.
"Daddy, what's happening? Who are these people? Why is Uncle William scaring me?"
Minho didn't respond at first, his heart heavy, his mind in turmoil. But William spoke before he could say anything.
"Well, brother, I suppose it's time to explain why you're here. You've always suspected, haven't you? I know you have. Let me tell you how we got here… Remember Jessica, the maid? She was bitten by an Inland Taipan snake, and your father refused to send the helicopter. But she survived. Why? Because of your blood. Your blood cured her venom. Do you know what that means, Minho? You're not just some man. You're the key to a cure—a cure for everything. And I needed you to unlock it."
Minho's world spun as the memories flooded back. He had known something was off, but this was more than he had imagined. And now… now everything he thought he knew was unraveling before his eyes.
William smiled darkly. "But we couldn't just take your blood, could we? We needed you to be weak. And that's where your beautiful wife comes in."
Anitha's face turned ashen, her guilt overwhelming her. She couldn't look at him, couldn't bear to meet his eyes. "Minho… I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I thought… I thought I was protecting my children. Please forgive me…"
But Minho didn't speak. His silence was deafening. His heart was already gone—lost in the cold, suffocating grip of betrayal.
William continued, growing more triumphant. "Now I'll be the richest man in the world. I'll cure diseases, and make billions. All thanks to you. And as for you, Minho… Well, you've been nothing more than a pawn in my game."
Minho's heart broke as Lucy's innocent voice called to him. His body trembled with anger, betrayal, and grief. But before he could speak, he heard the cold, unfeeling voice of the system.
|Host, you have 1 minute before being forcibly removed from this world.|
The truth hit him like a ton of bricks. This wasn't his reality. None of this was real. He had been living a lie. He wasn't supposed to be here.
A cruel, hollow laugh echoed in the
room, and Minho's gaze slowly lifted. "So, it all ends here, huh?"
Without warning, he stood, his fists clenched. He crossed the room and, in one swift motion, struck William in the face—his fist connecting with the satisfaction of a long-awaited blow.
"You think you can play with me like this?" Minho spat. "You think I don't know what's been going on?"
He turned to Lucy, his heart heavy with regret. "You can all have this pathetic life. You can have each other. But I'm done. You were never worth it.And you I know you have been poisoning me all that time but that didn't work,well it was that boyfriend of yours that made you do that"
Then, just as Anitha reached for him, tears streaming down her face, Minho looked at the children behind her and spoke one final time.
"Now, children, say hello to your new father, William. And Lucy… go to your boyfriend. Don't cry. It's over."
|Your time is up, Host. You are being sent to another space.|
And in that moment, Minho disappeared, leaving the wreckage of a world he could no longer bear.
End of Memory.
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**In the White Space**
The world was silent. Endless white stretched in every direction — an empty void that seemed to hum with distant echoes of memory.
Ren stood there, staring into the pale horizon, his mind flooded with the weight of everything he had just witnessed — every betrayal, every loss, every tear of the man whose life he had just relived.
A gentle breeze that didn't exist brushed past him. Then, without turning, he spoke.
"You can come out now. I know you're there."
A ripple of light tore through the air, and from it, **Minho** emerged — older, sharper, and carrying the heavy dignity of a man who had lived through too much.
"So," Ren said quietly, his voice low and bitter. "Was that it? The grand memory of your life? Did you enjoy watching me suffer through it?"
Minho's lips twitched into a smirk. "Enjoy? Hardly. But I *did* want to see if you'd make the same mistakes. And you did. You still loved her." His smirk deepened, venom curling around his words. "Pathetic."
Ren's jaw tightened. "You think you're funny? You think I didn't see what you became? What *you* let happen?"
Minho's gaze hardened. "Careful, boy. You're talking to—"
"Go to hell," Ren snapped. "You know exactly what you did. You *fed* her to your obsession. And guess what? I—"
He didn't finish.
**Bang.**
Minho's fist connected with Ren's face. The impact sent him staggering, blood splattering across the perfect white floor — only to vanish as his body healed instantly.
A cold, metallic voice echoed around them.
| You know you are the same person, right? And you cannot hurt yourself in this space. Sit down and talk. |
Two chairs appeared out of thin air. Their bodies moved of their own accord, pulled down into the seats.
| Now, sit… and talk. |
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Minho leaned back, his expression calm, almost smug. "Sorry about that," he said lazily. "I just wanted to see if you still had feelings for her. Guess you do. Still weak. Still… *pathetic*."
Ren glared at him, but didn't speak. His fingers twitched, gripping the edge of his seat.
Minho studied him quietly for a moment, then sighed. "You've got all my memories now. You saw everything I lived through — the lies, the betrayal. And even knowing she was cheating, you did nothing. Because you loved her. Just like I did."
Ren's jaw clenched. "…You think love makes us weak?"
"No," Minho replied softly. "It makes us *human*. But it nearly destroyed me." He leaned forward, his tone darkening. "You're different, though. Your body… it's adapting faster. Stronger. More refined than mine ever was. You even look a little better than I did." He smirked. "A little."
Ren frowned. "Why did I live your life at all? Why force me through that pain? It started right after I got that skill — *Imperial Dominion*, didn't it?"
Minho nodded slowly. "Exactly. That skill connects us — the past and the present. Let me explain…"
He leaned back, eyes distant with memory. "I was Minho Rockwell — and you know what that means now. My life… it wasn't hard. It was empty. Money, power, influence — I had it all, but none of it mattered. Not the wealth. Not the fame. Not the endless success. The only thing that gave my life meaning was *her*. Jesicca. Not the woman who betrayed me later, but the one who reminded me I could still feel alive. That's what made it all bearable."
He looked directly at Ren. "But you saw how it ended. And you saw what loving the wrong person can do."
Ren's throat tightened. "…How did you die?"
Minho hesitated, then looked away. "They killed me. The same day you saw. They couldn't risk me staying alive — not with what my blood could do. The president ordered it. As for my wife and the children… I don't know what happened to them. Maybe they lived. Maybe they didn't."
He smiled faintly, though there was no joy in it. "Before they ended me, I named her — the girl, the bright one — *Luxandra*. I wanted her to have a name that meant *light*. Something I never truly had."
Ren lowered his head, the name echoing in his mind like a whisper.
Minho continued, "As for your skill, *Imperial Dominion* — that's my last gift to you. I spent everything I had left: my wealth, my coupons, even my soul's fragments to buy it for whoever came after me. I didn't know who that would be. Now I do."
He stood, walked behind Ren, and placed a hand on his shoulder. The touch was firm, grounding.
"I've seen your life too, Ren. You're different from me — more cautious, more distant. But you have something I lost long ago: *hope*. Don't waste it."
Ren exhaled shakily. "And what if I can't? What if I end up just like you?"
Minho chuckled — a deep, bitter laugh. "Then at least you'll go down prettier than I did."
Ren almost smiled despite himself. But then Minho's tone softened, almost fatherly. "Listen. Not all women are like her. Don't let my scars become yours. And before you go developing *gynophobia*, you weak-ass boy—"
He grinned. "—remember, you're not me. Don't repeat my mistakes."
Ren's eyes widened as Minho began to fade, his form dissolving into white motes of light. "Wait—!"
Minho's voice echoed as he vanished completely.
"Live well, Ren. *Enjoy your life this time.*"
Ren clenched his fists, trembling with anger, grief, and a thousand questions. "You son of a—!"
Before he could finish, the white space began to collapse.
| Host returning to your real world. |
And just like that, the light swallowed him whole.
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**Third Person POV**
When Ren opened his eyes, for a moment he thought he was in a hospital. The sterile white walls, the quiet hum of machines, the faint scent of antiseptic — everything felt too still, too unreal.
Then he turned his head and saw *her* — the woman who had raised him, the one constant presence in his fractured life. His adoptive mother sat slumped in a chair beside his bed, her head resting on her folded arms. She looked older now, lines of worry etched gently into her face.
As if sensing his gaze, her eyes fluttered open. The moment she saw him awake, she gasped softly and threw her arms around him.
"Thank God you're safe," she breathed, her voice trembling with relief. "When they told me you were found unconscious at that 8-Eleven, I was terrified something awful had happened. But they said you just fainted…"
She pulled back slightly, brushing a hand over his hair before rummaging through her bag. Ren tilted his head curiously.
"I brought something for you," she said, pulling out a small box. At first, he thought it was medication — but then he recognized the contents. A familiar ache stirred in his chest.
Inside were **colored contact lenses** — the ones he used to hide his real eyes.
"I finally found the brand you like," she said with a faint smile. "They didn't want to sell them to me at first, but I made sure they did. Go on — take out the old ones and put these on."
Ren hesitated, but obeyed. He carefully removed the dull brown lenses he'd been wearing, and for the first time in a long while, his natural eyes were revealed.
They were **violet** — not the pale kind of violet that could be mistaken for blue, but deep, luminous, and alive. Like staring into an ocean full of stars. The color seemed to shimmer under the light, otherworldly and magnetic. His irises were slightly larger than normal, giving him an ethereal beauty — soft, yet dangerously alluring. The kind of beauty that drew people in before they even realized it.
For a moment, even his mother paused, caught by the sight.
"You really shouldn't hide them," she murmured, almost to herself. "They're… breathtaking."
Ren smiled faintly. "They attract too much attention. You know that."
Before she could reply, another voice came from the other side of the room.
"Nana," he called, turning toward the woman who had been quietly reading nearby.
"Yes?" Nana looked up, her expression calm and warm.
Ren took a deep breath, his fingers still brushing the edge of the contact case. "I've made a decision," he said, his voice steady despite the faint tremor in his chest. "I want to try… becoming an idol."
The women blinked in surprise.
His mother's expression softened into a small, proud smile. "If that's what you want, I'll support you — always. But…" she chuckled softly, reaching out to cup his cheek. "With *that* face, you might not even have to try very hard. The world will fall for you the moment they see you."
Ren laughed lightly, though his eyes carried a quiet determination. "Then I'll make sure they fall for my voice, too.And don't worry I have something that will help."
The was two weeks left before the start of the show and he didn't register yet.But__
|Don't worry host I have already taken care of that you should check your email|
"Now you talk different your back to the old Lucy but now I will also call you Luxandra too__hahah".He laughed while NANA just stared at the boy who was laughing alone
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I just fixed the error on the chapter
And the reason why I wrote this chapter is because I don't want to bore you guys with flashbacks so I put them all together.But I'm not happy with this chapter so give your thoughts.
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