A golden wheel appeared on the blue screen, a white ball spinning rhythmically with the wheel.
The background music grew louder.
Without much thought, Johan eagerly pressed the ODD at its center, just beside the EVEN button.
The wheel trembled as if coming to life.
The wheel spun.
Red. Black. Red. Black. Green.
The background music grew even louder, but Johan didn't even notice it anymore.
His world had narrowed to that tiny ball spinning at the boundaries of the golden wheel, his heart hammering up his throat.
Fingers laced behind his head, he leaned back at the toilet seat, letting his soft hair be the pillow, looking like a king about to command an army.
"Come on, seventeen... Daddy needs it."
His lips curled into a grin—not desperate, but electric.
The kind of grin the special ed kid gives before vomiting all over you.
The wheel slowed.
The ball jumped—tik tik tik—skipping over slots like refusing to make up its mind.
His eyes followed every bounce like the ball was that one girl at the airport, pupils dilated, breathing shallow.
Then—clack.
It landed.
Silence.
"SEVENTEEN!"
Johan raised his arms, standing over the sitting toilet, spreading the arms towards the bathroom ceiling.
His eyes moved towards the blue screen, the grin widening.
[Rewards: SS class]
[Skills: Perfect Clone]
[Allows its user to make a perfect physical, mental clone, with the same powers as the user, but the user has to actively control the clone to neurotic level]
Johan got up from the toilet seat, laid down on the cold wood of the bathroom ground.
His muscles tensed as he started pushing himself up and down repeatedly—doing push-ups.
His face stoic but red, as if he was holding his poop for quite a while, but he just kept doing them until he couldn't.
"Ha, ha," he panted loudly on the ground, tasting the salty sweat dripping from his face.
"Wuuhoooo"
He still screamed like a little girl—after all, this was his first time getting an SS class reward.
But what came were just some exhausted whimpers, tired from the push-ups.
'Is this what losing your virginity feels like?'
He smiled like a madman, clicking the cross button on the top right.
Closing the Roulette window, he opened the wheel of fortune again.
He looked at the top left corner of the blue screen, a silent frown manifesting.
[Balance: 1,04,300 Points]
He closed his eyes, muttering softly to the blue screen, "Just do it." like giving consent to his husband.
The blue screen trembled.
The familiar colourful wheel started spinning enthusiastically.
Click.
The wheel spun.
Symbols of weapons, skills, potions, and unknown question marks, marked with S class, A class, SSSSS class, E class, blurred together, shifting so fast they became a hypnotic spiral.
Tick. Tick.
Each click of the wheel felt like a hammer against his heart.
Slower… slower…
Thunk.
[SSSSS class: Servant of Death]
[The Goddess of Death, when revived will feel a strange connection to the host—sparing, allying, or even marrying host, depending on host's game.]
Johan's pupils dilated, his breath caught inside his throat.
'...Whaa'
He was speechless. This was beyond reason, even for a Godlike system.
'Goddess of Death was an omnipotent, omniscient entity, alive for literally like trillions of years, and she will like me? Just like that?'
He can just improve his game and leave everything to his milf yandere wifey to handle?
'Leor who?'
He felt a desire to just revive her and leave everything to her, but he quickly suppressed it.
'I don't have the guts to kill billions of life forms, just to revive her yet.'
Alas, he sighed. This was not something he could do, shaking his head after remembering the ritual.
He was already quite cold due to the memories of the real Johan, and if he did something that went against James' bottom line—
Can he really be called James then? Wouldn't that just mean, Johan Von Matilda has won?
Fireworks and coin animations appeared.
Johan bit his lips at the 4,200 points left, but he was still quite satisfied with the rewards.
Skills were good.
Only thing lacking now was stats—he was basically a glass cannon now, even that inn owner could kill Johan with an ambush.
He took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead.
Then, his eyes turned towards the hair dye on the sink, a solemn smile taking over.
He got up from the toilet seat, moving slowly towards the sink.
Splash! Splash!
Splashing some cold water on his face, he stared at the reflection—white hair, handsome face, blue eyes, and an ominous mark on his forehead.
He pulled out a long dagger out of the inner pockets of the coat.
He grabbed a fistful of his soft white hair, raising the dagger.
With short, sawing motions, he hacked the strands off, letting them fall in uneven clumps around his feet.
A pinchy sharp pain rang through his head from how roughly he was cutting his hair, but his face stayed motionless, as if numb to it.
Once the hair was roughly shorn, he grabbed a wooden gourd from the side, filling it up with water from the barrel by the sink, then pouring the dye in the material.
He rubbed it through his scalp, working it in with his fingers.
No brush. No grace.
He smeared it into his scalp like war paint, working it deep into every inch.
His hair soaked it up greedily, turning darker than midnight.
Some dye smothered his expensive white shirt's collar, covering parts of his neck from the sweat pouring, but he just let it happen, staring at his reflection—
Short black hair, a white bandana that matched his old hair.
His lips curled up in a soft smile, 'It's real.'
He touched his warm cheeks, clutching his heart as if it was about to leap out of his throat.
He wiped his hands on the royal robe of House Matilda, tearing off the white robe.
After some thought, he wrapped it tightly around his forehead.
He adjusted it until it covered the half moon tattoo above his brow, then tied it behind his head with a firm knot.
The bandana sat low, half-covering his eyes, hiding the mark completely.
He walked out of the bathroom sharply, his face darkened with an unreadable expression.
But what he saw outside made it darken to the limit—
Literally.
Complete, heavy darkness covering every bit of the modest room.
"Johan Von Matilda, as a traitor to the Aurelian Empire… you shall be removed from this world." A man spoke calmly, almost softly, as if asking for Johan's permission.
Johan frowned, but his gaze sharpened with determination. 'Time to try out the buffs!'
Author's Note: For some reasons my book is getting less views then the average amount it had, fuck probably because I missed an upload, I am just ranting, but I wanna publish more chapters, I know today's was a short one, but from tomorrow I will hopefully return back to 2 chapters/day :)