Chapter 3: Otherworldly System III

Recalling it ignited a fiery rage within me. "GIVE ME BACK MY PERFECT BODY!!! I REFUSE TO BE THIS WEAK SHORTIE!"

"*sob Nathan, Zitrey, my beloved pecs, I'll miss you...*sob"

As if my misery wasn't enough, the irritating laughter from below just rubbed salt in the wound. "Ugh!"

I was sinking into a pit of despair when, out of nowhere, the system monitor popped up in front of me again.

[Basic Information of the Vessel.]

Name: ?

Age: 24

Address: ?

Sex: Male

Citizenship: ?

Occupation: Wanderer

Magic Skills: ???

Physical Skills: None

Mana Count: 2

Species: Human

I stared at the screen for what seemed like forever, blinking away the disbelief. "What kind of useless info is this?"

It's like looking at an F-Class Card for an unknown character. Seriously, the guy doesn't even have a name. And what's the deal with this measly mana count? And come on, no physical skills whatsoever? What's this body good for, besides eating, sleeping, walking, and running?

"Hey system! If I'm taking over someone, why not go big with an OP character?! Like any other protagonist in those Isekai stories."

But instead of the expected robotic response, the system just vanished into thin air after dumping that info on me.

"You're such a hard drinker, young sir. This is your seventh cup already," a woman's voice cut through my thoughts. She flashed me a wide grin as she plonked down another drink, alongside a plate piled high with mouth-watering meat. It was clear she was thrilled to have a well-off customer in her humble pub, typically frequented by common folk. Even her hazel eyes seemed to shimmer with dollar signs.

Thankfully, the body I've possessed seems to be loaded. He's got separate bags for copper, silver, and gold coins.

And talk about convenience – I'm up here on the second floor, away from the riffraff down below. The owner's even serving me herself, making me think I'm possibly an aristocrat.

But anyways, I need to gather some intel about this place, that's why I'm here. In the pub—the place where all sorts of talks circulate. And the one who was here every day: the bartender and owner herself.

"Thank you, Miss. Mind if I pick your brain a bit?" I asked, flashing my best innocent smile to put her at ease. Folks in her line of work are always a tad suspicious. To sweeten the deal, I added, "I'm a wanderer, fresh in town," slipping two shiny gold coins into her palm.

Seemingly convinced, or maybe just enticed by the gleam of gold, she chirped back, "Fire away, young sir. I might not look it, but I've got the lowdown on everything in this town." Confidence oozed from her as she tucked the coins away with a knowing tap.

Bless her money-loving heart, I didn't waste any time and went straight to the point. "Where am I?" I asked bluntly.

She gave me a puzzled look, then chuckled with a hint of playfulness. "Oh, my dear sir, can you not read? There's a big sign out front that says, 'The Ro—se—Lilith's Pub.'

She looked at me like I'm a walking contradiction—loaded with cash but lacking in the literacy department. Thankfully, she spared me the obvious reply, like, 'Uh, buddy, you're in a pub.' But hey, that name rings a bell.

"I'm still getting the hang of your written language," I explained with a shrug.

"Oh, but you've got a way with our language," she remarked, even more surprised.

Well, I guess I owe that to the system's magic. "I wasn't asking about the pub; I wanted to know the name of this town."

"Ah, this little spot is nestled in the far south of the Shavrim Empire. It goes by the name of Hewarava, ruled by a feudal lord who also happens to be the big shot at the Azura Guild, Shayn Graduza!"

As those words hit my ears, a sudden chill crept down my spine, and my heart started racing. The gravity of her words sank in, and I felt a surge of nervous energy. My muscles tensed as I asked, "A-and who is the current ruler of the Shavrim Empire?"

The woman stared at me, clearly baffled by my ignorance. She glanced around cautiously, ensuring we were alone, before leaning in to whisper in my ear, "His name is not one to be spoken lightly. The current ruler of the Shavrim Empire goes by the name 'Albert Ushilla Lavionnia Shavrim.'"

As her words sank in, the wooden glass slipped from my fingers, crashing to the floor with a resounding thud. It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck me.

"Are you alright, young sir? You look as pale as a ghost."

My voice trembled as I asked again, "W-what's today's date?"

Now, she regarded me as if I'd lost my marbles. "Today is the 11th day of Spring, in the year of Xaother."

With every piece of evidence aligning, I'm now certain—I've landed smack dab in the world of my novel. That novel! 'Syntellizyor Way to Become Monarch: Kaiser's Era.' This is the town, this is the spot – The Ro-se, Lilith's pub in Hewarava!

The very place—the first setting—is where the protagonist, Kaiser embarks on his journey.

I hurriedly looked down below, scanning every seat in anticipation of his appearance. Just then, as the door rang, a young man in his early twenties entered. He was dressed entirely in black, from his flowing cloak to the intricate details of his clothes. His ebony hair cascaded gracefully over his shoulders, framing the handsome features of his face. The cold intensity of his obsidian eyes seemed to cast a chilling aura, as if his mere presence could envelop the entire area in frosty darkness. His presence commanded attention, and an undeniable aura of both beauty and aloofness surrounded him, making it clear that he was more than just an ordinary.

"I can't be wrong," I murmured, scrutinizing the beauty marked below his plump lips and the dark feather-like birthmark on his neck. "He's my protagonist, Kaiser Heinrich Syntellizyor."

I immediately ducked when our eyes met, as if he had heard me mention his name. "Why am I transmigrated here?" I anxiously thought.

The pub owner's expression reflected her worries as she gazed at me; her lips moved, but I couldn't hear what she said.

My ears strangely rang again as I caught my breath. This felt like déjà vu. The pain in my chest intensified, and I felt as though I were fading away.

Once more, a crimson monitor materialized, flashing a warning. It multiplied rapidly, engulfing my surroundings, until an ominous message filled the screen.

[Warning: You, The Author, are not allowed to meet Kaiser, The Protagonist. If you do, you will die.]

"What absurdity is this?"

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