"Young Master Askin! Please calm down!"
I opened my eyes lazily.
A female petite face hung above mine, eyes glistening in worry, hands pushing slightly on my chest. Our eyes meet for a split second, then she squealed in delight.
I felt a tear drop lands on my forehead.
Unbidden, my mouth, sharp as ever, began running.
"Hey…aren't you just a maid? How dare you weep on me?"
But why did I say that? I'm not a pompous one.
'This must have something to do with the previous owner's attitude, but shouldn't that go silent with its soul as well?' I thought, troubled by this development.
This world might be harsher than expected. It'd already broken one of the indispensable Isekai rules.
Meanwhile, the girl didn't seem affronted by my words. Instead, she waved off my insult with a dainty fist and a cute giggle.
Let me explain.
I wasn't so dumb not to have realized that I'd misinterpreted something here. Either she was really influential, or I wasn't.
Hopefully, it's likely to be the first. If I was just an ordinary guy, then this world would be much worse. I didn't really know what to expect, but I'd want to begin with a notable identity, at the very least.
She called me young master though. That way, we both still wield a bit of importance.
"Fool. She's the Healer who's been by your bedside day and night since the past month," a new voice spat decisively and disgusted, all been directed at me.
'Oh really? Starting with a romance cliché, are we?' I turned my gaze back to the girl, hiding a smug smile.
From my viewpoint, she had a cute face, bountiful chest and good natural body scent.
The last one was a bit of my spec. I had my reasons.
I turned toward the new bossy voice. Even without seeing the speaker, I knew she already hated my guts. The disgust in her tone really stood out.
A girl stood in the doorway, hands on hips, akimbo. Her eyes glared at me fiercely, unreadable extreme feelings lurking within.
'Note to self; Stay away from her.'
Surprisingly, she's really cute too. Petite, generous chest and dainty hands and feet. I turned back to the healer sharply. They're twins!
Yeah, solar opposite twins weren't exactly hard to find in fiction.
"You must apologize to her. You demeaned her honor by uttering those words with those thankless lips of yours!"
A smile tugged at my lips as I looked at her again, matching her gaze with equal nonchalance. I've watched and read about girls like this, so I knew how to handle them.
Thing was, love interests with people like this shouldn't be encouraged.
'I've seen enough of yandere, I think.'
Looking away, I sat up, with some help from the healer. Her soft hands caressed my back under the guise of support. I pretended not to notice and glanced around the room.
It was mostly bare. The bed I was on, stood at the middle against the wall, leftward from the door. A bedside table, littered with bottles of healing potions (just my guess) and a few mopping towels, stood close by.
An unlit torch hung from a bracket by the door. There was a lantern under the table too.
I noted, from the disarranged bedspread, that I must have thrashed around for a while. That explained the healer's anxiety and closeness.
Without warning, I swung my legs off the bed and planted them firmly on the ground. My joints throbbed in protest, and I ditched the notion to stand yet.
The healer had scooted away slightly when I suddenly moved, eyes determinedly fixed at her feet, face red.
'I suppose she's surprised I knew all along.' I stifled a snigger, clenching my hands, neck and legs to assert their various recovery levels.
'Can't believe I got a waifu on my first day here,' I smiled, but something soured it immediately, 'What if it's one of Kamirn's ploys?'
I lay my elbows on my thighs, slipped my fingers into each other, and rested my jaw on them. I stared at the opposite wall, unseeing.
Kamirn sent me here, as some sort of penance for my crimes against a certain hopeless author. Now, he'd expected me to just go about living my new life, accepting anything that happens as some fate I can't change.
Too bad for him, I'd read a lot of isekai novels to be discouraged. You might say reality is different from fantasy, but do remember that this world was someone's fantasy too.
I will fight against this fate, and return to my regular life. I have no use for a boring life. Regardless of all, I've accepted my fate, and couldn't care less about Kamirn's heaven or hell offer.
I might sound lunatic but that's just my way of thinking.
I might as well surrender and allow myself to die by Kamirn's hand too, but then my Ego won't let me. I've already sworn to prove him wrong.
I don't believe in any gods, so I can't be defeated by a particularly inferior one who has no real aspects. So, I'm going to fight back. And I would win.
I may not seem like it, but I'm very bad at giving up.
Here's an instance; I swore to sleep with every female at my office, including my boss. Forget about how it turned out: the point is that I can't give up.
And there was the system.
Kamirn had promised me a system, but he also warned that it would come with a few bonus tragedies.
'I have to be wary. In all dealings with gods, there's always a game changing catch.'
Meanwhile, as much as I could tell, Kamirn wanted me dead. But also, he knew I won't acquiesce to death so easily.
The god actually did his homework.
He'd seen my past and knows I'll do anything once tested and cornered. So watching me strive against his odds serves as entertainment to him and penance to me.
The system will guide me through, just like it's supposed to be, but also militate me in between. I didn't know to what extent, but it'd surely make my sojourn much difficult.
Well, I'd wait for him to make the first move. He'd called me a chess pawn, but slowly, I'll grow into an official, till I'd deviate from the board and make him a piece instead.
Perhaps, at the end of all this, I might take Kamirn to hell with me. True enough, gods don't die, but then, all things are possible with God.
Yeah, I believe in God now.
"Well, Kamirn," I heaved a sigh, raising my head, "I look forward to your challenge."
"Kamirn?" an inquisitive voice repeated right next to my ear, startling me. Save for my composure, I would have fallen off. I leaned away, turning to meet the healer's face inches away.
Her eyes were widened with childlike curiosity.
'If I hadn't moved away, she'd have kissed me…'
"Don't mind," I waved the matter away, turning away. Her exuberance dropped to an infectious frown. She hunched away, hands curled in front of her like a child who'd been refused candy.
'If I keep up with this, she might actually cry.' Again, I stifled an urge to smile but masked it with a blank expression.
Immediately, I realized it.
Something was wrong.