this is just a book im reading and need the audio function! so dont waste time here im already in chapte 55 or something

I didn't want to believe my ears at first, at what Santino said to me through that phone call. 
I did not want to be in a death trap, let alone be an inch close to it. Suspension or termination from Saturn-Voyde was the least of my problems. I took my mind off the phone call by proofreading reports from the lower floors, who also had the responsibility of getting managing the customer feedback on our products via our website. 
These products ranged from the most basic such as air conditioners and television sets, to more complicated things such as heavy machinery, and in some cases, uh...certain 'toys' to pleasure one's needs. 
When I meant by "pleasure", I wasn't talking about the company's blenders or stoves, it was the other kind of pleasure. You get the picture. 
My job on the 20th floors was mainly proofreading and monitoring information from both the 10th and 30th floors. In a nutshell, these floors are essentially one giant workhorse, and we essentially trust each other with the information we get, the income we get, the refunds the company has to endure when customers end up complaining. 
There was a lot to do, and the Director trusted that nobody acted like a diva, an attention seeker, an asshole, or all three combined. That trust of his was around since the day the company first standed on its two feet back in the late 90's. 
Who would have thought really, that the Director and his father started out small back then selling books of all kinds; fiction, non fiction, self help, cooking, the list goes on. People will essentially read anything, in the same manner as people today will watch anything on TV produce by those jokers at Sternwood. It didn't matter if the shows were smart or not, people will gobble up that entertainment as long as it "wasn't boring."
Yeah….there's a reason why the Director was rumored to dislike Sternwood nowadays. Too many extreme emphasis on comic book adaptations if not the cinematic universe from Fantastic Comics which seem to pump out movies harder than a milking machine for cows, and that was saying something. From what I heard, the Director praised movies from Sternwood's Golden Age, the kind where, in his words, truly defined the critical thinking process to be conducted by the average person; to test and showcase new possible theories about the future. 
Some sci fi movies of the 40s and 50s made predictions about flying machines with portable computers or televisions; those would be the DataPods known today. 
But as to what Santino told me over the phone, that was on my mind until my shift was actually over. I could have called him through lunch time, although even I had no idea how wired the Saturn-Voyde building was. I may have not seen it, but I had a feeling that the people in Research & Development definitely thought of creating a recording device that not only recorded an individual's voice, but also record the audio from another device. 
A device recording another recording device, does that make any sense to you? On second thought, don't think about it too much, you wouldn't want to blast your brain out. 
"What were you talking about before?" I asked Santino via the phone by the time I was walking a few meters away from the building. 
"Elotro, surely a someone who worked at Saturn-Voyde must know that the company's had history of tapwiring CCTV cameras all over the city, if not every DataPod around the nation."
I sighed in anger. "Allow me to remind you that I am by no means a Higher employee there. I just recently got moved to the 20th floors!"
"Regardless, you'd still be a good cause for the BLV. Mortiqar has yet to face their trial, and besides, you think it would be easy to recall every single dosage of Blue Moon?"
I couldn't answer that question, Santino had a great point on that. Sighing, I asked him to give me more information about what he wants me to do exactly. 
"Agent Delaney suspects that someone's pulling strings between Mortiqar and Saturn-Voyde. Recalling a product never takes a sonic speed amount of time, but I suspect whoever got my son Blue Moon, must be part of a group that's trying to sell it under the government's nose."
"Bootlegging Blue Moon?" I asked in surprise. 
"Exactly. You think my son was the only one who got a Blue Moon needle in him?" Santino's words made me think of the colleague I saw in the building that one instance, or on the local news when people were found dead with Blue Moon coming out of their mouths or a needle sticking out of their arm. 
I hated to admit it, but Santino had a point about Blue Moon not disappearing due to a recall.

Everyone wants a happy life, but not everyone is reasonable enough at how they make themselves happy. 

Elotro Risas loves his nation of Decou, but nothing breaks his heart more than seeing his fellow Decouns slowly killing themselves with a certain nootropic known as Blue Moon, as if Decou hasn't had its tough hardships enough throughout history. 

Within a nation of a bleak, weird and dark future, Elotro goes on a journey to not only eliminate Blue Moon, but with a new age full of firm rules, laws, and certain people in society, will he be able to achieve what he calls as "the ultimate form" of serving his country?

"Welcome. Thank you for purchasing our product. The scanning is beginning. Please wait a moment.
"Scanning completed. Citizen ID confirmed: SH13*313. Name: Feng Bujue. Downloading equipment: NL 2055 Model, Single-use Gaming Hub, no detection of additional hardware. Heart rate normal. Nervous connectivity program readying. Please select the connection type.
"Connection type selected as non-sleep mode, adjusting… Adjustment completed. Please confirm to log into the game or return to the main menu.
"Program initiating. Entering the game in ten seconds…"
After the countdown completed, Feng Bujue entered the game world. He was deposited in an environment that was a simulacrum of an elevator, but there was no level panel next to the door. Instead, on the wall to his side, there was a thirty-two-inch touchscreen. On the wall that was opposite the display was a large mirror, reflecting the player's image from head to toe.
Feng Bujue look at his reflection in the mirror. He had morphed into a 3D CG character with a high resolution. He was wearing a black, long-sleeve T-shirt and long jeans; there was nothing eye-catching about him. His gaming avatar looked similar to how he looked in real life. He was just shy of 1.8 meters tall with ruffled, unkempt hair. His facial features were soft, and some might even call them feminine.
With the support of the fourth-generation photon computer, players who were connected to the game could enjoy a five-sense experience that was close to reality, but ultimately, the game relied on CG technology. Thus, it was unable to really plant the players into actual virtual reality.
"Welcome to the game's log-in lobby. These are all the gaming options provided by Dream Inc. Please select to log in to the one that you prefer." The system audio began again, and selectable icons appeared on the touch screen next to him.
There is only one option available. Why do they waste time to introduce this extra step? Is this a sign that the company will introduce more games in the future? Feng Bujue thought to himself. He used his finger to click on the only option—Thriller Paradise. 
"The age of players who log into this game has to be more than sixteen years old. Dream Inc advises against those with heart disease, mental illness, or similar serious illnesses interacting with this program."
This sentence appeared on screen, and the system audio repeated it one more time. After that, three icons appeared on screen—one was 'Log-in Confirm', the other was 'Cancel', and there was a conspicuous link next to these two that said 'General Disclaimers'.
"Mental illness, it says," Feng Bujue said to himself. "Perhaps I should look at this."
He clicked on the third option, and a wordy legal document immediately jumped up on-screen. Just looking at the scroll bar on the right-hand side, he knew that this was going to be a lengthy read. Normally, when people came into such disclaimers or explanations while playing games, eighty percent of them would close it directly or drag the cursor right down to the bottom and then click on 'agree'.
But Feng Bujue was not a normal person.
He was 24, a novelist specializing in detective fiction. His hobby was to proclaim himself shamelessly as an 'artist' or a 'Great Scribe' when people asked him about his career. However, these were not the main points. Instead, one should focus on why he was unique from others.
First, the reason he played this game was to cure his 'illness'. Of course, his illness was not the typical internet addiction but a real, recorded disease. Starting from about two months ago, Feng Bujue had suddenly noticed a weird change to his body. He had used three days to confirm that he had lost the emotion known as 'fear'.
The scariest image and audio he could find was unable to stimulate him. He had skimmed through a parade of horror films and books and coupled them with his imagination to scare himself, but it was to no avail. It was as if a door in his mind had been closed. He clearly knew why certain things were scary and understood why other people would be scared by then, but the sensation of fear would not come.
Therefore, he had gone to the nearest hospital for a check-up, and that was when this whole journey began. The MRI had shown that there was a shadowy spot in his brain, just adjacent to his amygdala. The doctors had then brought up the possibility of a brain tumor.
After that, Feng Bujue had gone to about four of the largest hospitals within the nation to get multiple opinions. None of them could provide him with a clear diagnosis, but they did give him many choices of treatment.
After many exams and many diagnoses from many famed doctors, Feng Bujue had a general understanding of it. This illness of his was meant for the medical history records. As the patient, he had two things to consider. Number one, which doctor should he give the naming right of his illness to, and number two, should he contribute his body to the advancement of science after he passed away?
Two months passed by, and the shadow in Feng Bujue's brain did not change; it did not worsen, nor did it shrink or disappear. His other bodily function was fine. In fact, he could be considered perfectly healthy. After giving it some consideration, he had decided to opt out of the treatment and left the hospital. Since losing the sense of fear was the only symptom, and no one could confirm whether this was fatal or not, he decided to surrender his fate to God.
One day, Feng Bujue stumbled across a closed beta advertisement for Thriller Paradise. The slogan at the time was 'A gaming mode that goes beyond the traditions by placing you right in the middle of fear and despair, which stick to you like shadow, to let you experience fear like you have never experienced it before.'
Following that, he went online to investigate the game further. He watched a professionally-produced promotional video that claimed that it had made many children pee their pants before. It was then that he noticed the link that read 'Purchasing the latest gaming hub will entitle you to a closed beta account.'
Even though it sounded superfluous, the main reason Feng Bujue entered this game was not to 'play-test'. Mainly, he was there to be 'scared'. He did not have high hope for this—he just had this thought that perhaps in this supposedly scary environment, he could regain his sense of fear.
Of course, if that was everything that was wrong with Feng Bujue, he would only be called a patient, but the reason he was 'unique' from others was more than his brain tumor. This was because before he fell ill, he was already different from others. To put it frankly, he was undeniably… a weirdo.
There were many irregular things about Feng Bujue. They were not intense enough to be categorized as a sickness, but they were definitely unfathomable by normal standards. For example, his reading addiction…
His desire for reading was something hard to be understood by normal minds. For example, he could not stop himself from reading the words on the packaging of his shampoo; with the manuals for electronic devices, he would read them from beginning to end, without missing a word; the worst was… he would not even give up reading the labels on new clothes.
As long as something or someone had a relationship with him, Feng Bujue would instinctively gather all the information on it. Furthermore, he was not just reading for fun—he had a surprisingly good reading ability and memory. Even though his memory could not be called photographic, where he could recite everything he read without error, as long as it was something that he had read, years might have passed since then, and he would be able to remember at least sixty percent of it.
"Hmm… This is not so much different from other gaming disclaimers." Feng Bujue took two minutes to finish the disclaimer that was several thousand words long. "The only thing different about it is the few clauses on the sixth paragraph…"
He titled his head slightly downward and used his left hand to clutch the elbow of his right hand, and the pointing and middle finger of his right hand tapped his face as they slid from his forehead down the bridge of his nose before ending on the tip. This was a habit of his when he was thinking. "In others… if the damage or injury is caused by the player's illness, their company will not bear the responsibility for it."
Feng Bujue felt he could not overrule this clause as a gimmick created by Dream Inc. He had gone through the game design on the official website before. The biggest selling point of the game was a concept called 'Terror Points'.
Based on functions in the photon computer and gaming hub, the player's heart rate, blood pressure, and pulse would be monitored in real time in real life to extrapolate the standard of fear. If the Terror Points experienced by the player in game went over the threshold, the connection would be forcibly cut, and the player would be kicked out of the system. If the player suffered a great anomaly like the ceasing of their heart beat or difficulty breathing, the gaming hub would contact medical help immediately. In other words, the gaming server was connected to the hospital and police servers to minimize the chance of death from gaming.
Feng Bujue clicked agree, and the system audio began. "This is your first time logging into the game. Please select your in-game name."
A textbox appeared on screen, and next to it were the many limiting clauses—the name had to have more than four characters, and sensitive or curse words were not allowed. In the age of photon computers, the power of AIs and computers had reached an incomprehensible level. The system only needed a database of words or even general guidelines, and it would be able to operate on its own to limit all sorts of prohibited behavior. Tricks like FUC*K or A55I-I0LE would not be able to bypass the fourth-generation photon computer. Around a decade ago, there had been people who feared that this kind of intelligent AI would develop sentience and turn against humanity, but so far, there had been no cases to support this worry.
In conclusion, the photon computer was very powerful, but exactly how powerful would only be seen later.
"Scanning completed. IGN Feng Bujue is usable. Please confirm."
Feng Bujue's real name was rather uncommon, so it likely would have been useable, but he used 'Feng' to replace 'Feng' (The original Feng is 'seal', and the IGN Feng is 'crazy'; they're homophones in Chinese.). He did not want to use his real name; plus, he was fond of self-deprecating humor.
After clicking confirm, the system audio said, "Next, the beginner's tutorial will initiate. The tutorial can only be completed once, and the scenario is confirmed. You will gain the base reward after completing the tutorial.
"Please take note. The result of the tutorial will not affect your character's beginning ability, but the reward will be different. If you are forced to log off from the system due to high Terror Points or you leave the gaming hub due to personal reasons, you will not be able to continue the tutorial from where you left off, and the system will design a new tutorial for you."
Feng Bujue listened to the hint and reached out to confirm his choice again. Just as his finger touched the icon on the screen, the lights in the elevator suddenly went out.
The next second, a different sound began—it was completely different from the mechanized system audio from before. This time, it sounded like an old witch. "Welcome to Thriller Paradise…"
The words had just finished when the elevator suddenly shook. Then, the black box where he could not even see his own fingers started to slowly sink downward.


This is a game beyond dimension–the pursuit of truth. 
The unknown seal, the gambit between gods and demons… 
The defiance against data, the retribution of human… 
In a virtual world connected with reality, consciousness dictates us, consciousness chooses us, and consciousness dictates our consciousness. 
Now, throw away you fear. 
Throw away your selfish interest, question, and disbelief… Free your thought. 
Welcome to Thriller Paradise. 
Feng Bujue lost his ability to fear because of an unknown psychological disorder. Through a virtual reality game designed for players to experience fright and despair, he began his search for his lost fear. Could he finally regain his ability to fear? Could he outwit the scenarios presented to him? Could he finally uncover the truth hidden inside Thriller Paradise?  


Item #: SCP-145
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-145 is to remain inside its room at all times in a .5m x .5m x .5m plexiglass container unless being studied. Room is to be thoroughly soundproofed and securely locked when studies of SCP-145 are not in progress. Under no circumstances shall any personnel come into physical contact with SCP-145 without being accompanied and constantly observed by one or more other personnel unless conducting testing with proper authorization. Any personnel showing signs of intense psychological trauma must be immediately escorted out of the containment area. Depending on the level of trauma of affected personnel, they may be required to submit to consultation with an approved psychiatrist for no less than two weeks.
Description: SCP-145 appears to be a standard 2002-model cordless telephone handset of Alcatel brand on its standard issue charging base. The charging base appears defaced; all jack inputs are sealed with resin glue and the power input to the device has been gouged out with an unknown sharp tool. Serial number and production date are unavailable as all labels and stickers have been ripped off or defaced. The phone rings constantly whether it is on the base or not regardless of the lack of power source. Tests have shown the battery is removable, and disassembly of the base has not shown any effect on the hand unit. The hand unit itself has had all the seams sealed, preventing conventional disassembly. When answered a female voice speaks on the phone in a voice that shows high levels of stress. This voice varies from conversation to conversation, but in all cases the voice expresses extreme panic, and proceeds to plead with the listener for assistance as she describes instances of torture conducted on unknown victims. In the background, the listener will hear sounds of violence and expressions of pain and anguish. Audio analysis has so far indicated at least ██ individual voices over disparate calls. The methods of torture implied thus far (judging from the phrases and reactions of those speaking at the time of contact) have included branding, electrocution, laceration, sexual assault, [DATA EXPUNGED] and dismemberment.
The callers appear to be non-automated and entirely sentient. Attempts to trace the call or track down the location of the tortured callers have proven unsuccessful thus far. Attempts to block the signal of the phone with the use of a Faraday cage have also been unsuccessful.
Research is conducted in teams of at least three (one Class D staff, one Class 2/145 audio technician, and one Class 3 security staff), with only Class D staff permitted to have direct auditory contact with SCP-145's transmissions. Testing has shown that in 100% of cases, a subject answering SCP-145 without live supervision will vanish without any indications of transportation methods. Video recording devices do not show the method of transport; the subject will be present in one frame and absent in the next. In case of disappearance, the phone will simply fall to the floor. The phone does not appear to have sustained damage from any of these falls thus far. Subsequent communication with the object has revealed that vanished subjects join the group of torture victims.
Testing Log
Testing Procedure: All tests will be conducted with D-Class personnel. Any issued equipment for the test must be recorded in the log. The D-Class personnel will then be ordered to pick up the phone. After disappearance of initial test subject the above standard research team will answer the phone and record any observations.
Test 145-A
Date: ██\██\████
Subject: D-145-3749 issued one GPS Locator Device, testing to attempt to ascertain the location described at the other end of the line.
Result: GPS rendered non-functional after disappearance of D-Class personnel. On following interaction with SCP-145 audio technician identifies voice of D-145-3749 has joined other victims.
Test 145-B
Date: ██\██\████
Subject: D-145-4751 issued one GPS Locator Device, one 6" standard issue military combat knife. Second attempt to ascertain the location described at the other end of the line, self-defense option provided to subject.
Result: GPS rendered non-functional after disappearance of D-Class personnel. On following interaction with SCP-145 female voice indicates continued stress and states, "Oh god, he's cutting him, he's cutting off [DATA EXPUNGED]" Audio technician then identifies voice of D-145-4751 has joined other victims.
Test 145-C
Date: ██\██\████
Subject: D-145-5319 issued one 9mm semi-automatic pistol, one Kevlar vest, subject compelled to pick up phone. Attempt to determine interactivity of location, determine if any self-defense method is possible.
Result: On following interaction with SCP-145 gunshots are heard, then [DATA EXPUNGED]. Female voice resumes, states [DATA EXPUNGED] and additional gunshots are heard, audio technician identifies D-145-5319 exclamations of pain after each gunshot.
Test 145-D
Date: ██\██\████
Subject: D-145-6842 issued one kg C4 explosive concealed in supply kit, explosive attached to remote trigger with 30-second delay, triggered before interaction with SCP-145. Attempt to determine any possible level of interaction or destruction of location.
Result: [DATA EXPUNGED] resulted in ██ Foundation personnel missing including Dr. ████ and all researchers associated with [DATA EXPUNGED] breaches of SCP security at Site ██. Further testing of this nature suspended at this time.
I don't know who thought this might be a good idea. I know sometimes we let sympathy get the better of us, but this attempt to bring 'relief' to SCP-145's victims just cost the Foundation a lot of money and resources.
Dr. ██████

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

[Pengikatan jiwa pada Host...10%...42%...50%....78%...100%.. DING proses pengikatan berhasil.]

[Menginstal program dunia utama dalam system, penginstalan dimulai 15%...57%..99%...100%...Instal sukses]

[Menggabungkan Dunia dalam satu etinitas dalam ruang lingkup 1 Miliyar Parsec.....1%....5%....35%....75%....100%... Penggabungan selesai]

Terdengar suara yang asing dalam kepalaku, dan suara itu seperti suara wanita yang aku dengar tadi....

Dan...Ada juga pembicaraan yang agak mengerikan, Penggabungan Dunia !!??

Mari kita coba bicara dengannya....Tapi, aku bahkan tidak bisa membuka mulutku, atau harus kubilang aku tidak tahu apakah aku punya mulut atau tidak saat ini !!!! 

Kalau begitu coba pakai bicara dalam hati.....

"Halo?"

[Apa perintahmu, My Master]

"Ohh berhasil? Jadi siapa kau dan dimana aku? Aku bahkan tidak bisa merasakan sedikitpun rasa dari tubuhku, dan ada rasa aneh seperti air di sekelililngku saat ini?"

[My Master, saya hanyalah keberadaan sementara untuk membimbing Anda sampai Anda lahir. My Master sebut saja saya System]

[Seperti yang sudah saya jelaskan tadi, Master saat ini berada di dalam kandungan ibu! Selamat Master, reinkarnasi telah berhasil dengan sempurna, dan Anda saat ini berada di dalam usia kandungan 1 bulan di dalam kandungan ibu Master di dunia baru saat ini]

".... Reinkarnasi? Kalau begitu apa yang bisa aku lakukan dalam keadaan seperti ini?" Yamada bertanya dengan bingung.

[Master memiliki beberapa pilihan, pertama, Ansa dapat memasuki kondisi tidur dimana akan terasa 1 detik tetapi sebenarnya itu asalah 8 bulan penuh tidur]

[Pilihan kedua lebih saya sarankan, yaitu untuk menerima hadiah yang diberikan pada Anda]


Mendengar ini, aku segera berkata dalam benakku: "Umm, System, pertama biar kukonfirmasi....Apa hadiah atau kompensasi yang dikatakan dewi itu tadi?"

[Master, hadiah yang diberikan pada Anda adalah sesuatu yang dibuat bersama oleh "mereka"]

"Ugh....kau tidak menjawabku, berikan saja aku informasi langsung dengan detail!"

[Yes, My Master]

Saat aku menunggu selama beberapa detik, akhirnya aku merasakan beberapa pengetahuan langsung diintegrasikan kedalam pikiranku.

Dan isi dari itu seperti ini....

<<<<Dari "Kami" kepada yang tersayang

Halo, jika kau sudah mendapat informasi ini berarti kau sudah berada dalam jalur  reinkarnasi yang tepat.

Lalu untuk hadiahnya, ini adalah suatu bentuk menu kecerdasan dimana kau bisa mendapatkan apapun yang kau disana. Seharusnya kau juga paham tentang ini, dan semua produk disana adalah sesuatu yang "kami" buat bersama, jadi jangan sungkan untuk menghabiskan sesuatu disana

Kalau begitu perpisahan.....Sampai jumpa di masa depan>>>>

"Menu kecerdasan, kah? Apakah itu sesuatu dimana aku bisa mendapatkan apapun....Jadi System, apakah menu kecerdasan ini tanpa kecerdasan buatan?"

[Ya, itu hanyalah sebuah platform penunjuk barang tanpa sedikitpun kecerdasan buatan. Dan saya disini hanya sementara sampai Anda benar-benar lahir ke  dunia baru]

"Kalau begitu beri aku penjelasan tentang Menu ini, dan tunjukkan padaku apa hal yang bisa aku dapatkan disana." kataku dengan nada sedikit bersemangat.

[Menu ini hanya ada tiga fitur, yaitu «System Identity», «System Shop», dan «System Enchantment»]

[System Shop dibagi menjadi empat, yaitu «Skill Shop», «Bloodline Shop», «Weapon Shop», dan «Life Shop» yang terdiri dari sesuatu seperti makanan, minuman, bangunan, dan semua hal yang dibutuhkan dalam hidup]

"Oh? Kalau begitu tolong tunjukkan aku Weapon Shop dan Skill Shop terlebih dahulu !!!!!"

[System Shop:
        • Weapon Shop:
1. Book of Akashic Records
2. Holy Grail
3. Longinus Spear
4. Avalon
5. All Infinite Stone
6. Gate of Babylone
7. Death Note
8. Murasame
9. Tessaiga
10. Kyoukasuigetsu
.
.
...]

[System Shop:
        • Skill Shop:
1. Immunity of All Magic
2. Magic Breaker
3. All True Magic
4. All Fiction
5. Erase All
6. Words of Reality
7. Life Zero
8. Non Fiction
9. My Inflation
10. Eyes of Death Perception
.
.
.....]

"Woh...Woh...Stop... Stop !!!!!! Aku sudah paham....Karena aku bisa mendapatkan apapun, jadi tolong berikan aku «Book of Akashic Records» dan «Gate of Babylone + Semua senjata para Heroic Spirit + Semua senjata para Reaper» ....."

"Untuk Skill....tolong berikan aku «All Fiction & Non Fiction», «My Inflation», «Words of Reality», dan «Eyes of Death Perception» !!!!!!"

"Ahhh, juga tolong berikan aku detail lengkap tentang semua yang aku bicarakan tadi !!!!"

[Dimengerti Mastee, semuanya sudah diambil dan dimasukkan sebagai semua Kemampuan Master saat lahir nanti]

[Adapun penjelasan, saya akan memberikannya langsung ke otak Master, karena mata Mastee belum bisa terbuka saat ini]

Sesaat setelah kata-kata itu terdengar, otakku langsung terisi banyak pengetahuan disana, dimana isinya adalah....

«Book of Akashic Records»

Type: Weapon

Description: "Book of Akashic Records" adalah sebuah buku yang merupakan ringkasan dari semua peristiwa, pikiran, kata-kata, emosi, dan niat yang pernah terjadi di masa lalu, sekarang, atau masa depan. 

Efek:

1. Memberikan pengetahuan yang tiada habisnya pada pengguna dan ada kemungkinan menjapai ranah "Mahatahu"

2. Dapat mengakses "Root" dan kontrol mutlak atasnya.

3. Pengguna dapat menyusun dan merekam semua sejarah waktu, termasuk saat penciptaan, masa lalu, masa kini, masa depan, dan akhir semuanya. Serta memungkinkan untuk menambah atau menghapus bagian dari sejarah target.

«Gate of Babylone»

Type: Skill & Weapon

Description: "Gate of Babylone" adalah gudang yang dibangun untuk menyimpan semua harta dunia yang ada dan disebut sebagai "Gerbang Ilahi" yang menghubungkan ruang realitas ke gudang ini.

Hal itu memungkinkan pengguna untuk membuka "pintu tak terlihat" antara dimensi yang memungkinkan benda di gudang untuk pergi ke pemiliknya atas perintah pemiliknya sendiri.

Efek:

1. Menyimpan segala sesuatu yang ada di dunia, baik itu barang yang sepele sampai ke barang yang legendaris.
2. Memberikan efek pemulihan otomatis apabila barang rusak di luar gudang.

"All Fiction & Non Fiction»

Type: Skill

Description: "All Fiction & Non Fiction" pada dasarnya adalah dua kemampuan yang saling bergantung satu sama lain.

Jika "All Fiction" adalah untuk menghapus semuanya melalui "Manipulasi Kausalitas dan Manipulasi Konseptual", dimana apapun yang terhapus akan lebih mengacu ke masalah "tidak pernah ada". 

Maka "Non Fiction" adalah kebalikannya, dimana kemampuan ini untuk mengembalikan semua yang telah dihapus oleh "All Fiction" kembali ke keadaan awal.

«My Inflation»

Type: Skill

Description: "My Inflation" adalah sejenis kemampuan peningkatan yang didasarkan pada orang yang dilawan oleh pengguna kemampuan ini. Secara singkat, semakin kuat lawannya, maka skill yang digunakan akan semakin kuat pula!

«Words of Reality»

Type: Skill

Description: "Words of Reality" adalah kemampuan untuk membuat, membentuk, dan memanipulasi realitas hanya dengan mengatakan sesuatu dari mulutnya.

Cara kerja skill ini sebenarnya adalah ketika pengguna mengontrol keadaan yang sangat eksistensial dari apa pun tergantung pada kemahiran mereka, terlepas dari apakah entitas yang dimaksud adalah objek atau subjek, di antara banyak atau sebagian besar lainnya tergantung pada skala kekuatan mereka. 

Semua kata-kata yang keluar dapat secara langsung mengubah objek atau subjek menjadi sesuatu yang berbeda, mengubah hukum realitas, logika, dan fisika, menciptakan sesuatu dari udara tipis, bahkan langsung menghapusnya di tempat.

«Eyes of Death Perception»

Type: Skill

Description: "Eyes of Death Perception" adalah skill yang terbentuk karena sebuah sirkuit yang terbuka di otak dan mata untuk memungkinkan pengguna memahami "Kematian" dan "Eksistensi Kematian" secara konseptual.

Efek: Dapat melihat Lines of Death dan Points of Death di musuh yang memungkinkan siapapun yang kedua hal itu dirusak, kematian adalah hal yang pasti bahkan jika itu adalah sebuah konseptual.

Ini adalah kisah tentang manusia yang mendapatkan kompensasi dari "Kami" yang secara egois membunuhnya demi alasan yang tidak diketahui. 

Simak ceritanya, dimana dunia tempatnya terlahir adalah suatu kekacauan yang terdiri dari: 
"Fate Series"
"Tsukihime series"
"Strike the Blood"
"Code Geas"
"Highschool DxD"
"Oriental Gensokyo"
"Date a Live"
"Madan no Ou to Vanadish"
"Akame ga Kill"
"Saenai Heroine no Sodatekata"
"Ore no Seishun"
"Shinmai Maou no Testament" 
"Yuragi-sou no Yuuna"
dll....

Max went to see the library with Arman. The library is almost as big as the cafeteria. The bookshelves here are very tall and there are different types of books. There's a section for each genre. There's also the English translation of many Thai novels as well. There's also a huge section of textbooks. Max was happy to see that this library was not empty. People are here and they are actually reading. 

Back in his old University, the library was always empty. Folks there didn't like to read much. But here, they are reading fiction and non-fiction as well. Max went straight to the "romance" section while Arman was in the non-fiction. Max isn't into non-fiction. He never was. But Arman who has not watched movies in a long time looks definitely a non-fiction type. 

The library is now Max's favorite place at this University. Max's jaw almost dropped open when he saw there was Boys' Love fiction as well. These books are actually the English translation of the Thai novels he read online. 

The feeling of reading a physical copy is far more beautiful than reading a PDF version of it. Max has read only four to five novels. 

But here, he wishes to read all of them. But not today. He looks around to look for more interesting books. He opens his keep notes app on his phone and writes down the names of the books he wants to read. 

He sees that Arman has already found himself a seat and is deep inside some non-fiction. The cover of it is very lifeless. Max knows he shouldn't judge a book by its cover but if the cover ain't beautiful, he ain't reading it. Sometimes he's more into the cover than he is on the book. 

"What are you reading?" He asks Arman.

"A non-fiction about what a person should and shouldn't do" 

"Non-fictions are boring! Read something exciting, like, thriller or horror" he suggests. It's more like he's forcing him to read stuff he likes. 

Arman closes the book and gives Max a look. A look that says do I look like someone who reads fiction? 

They spent about an hour in the library. Arman noticed some guys from the science department. He has to know about the class schedule and also if he needs to buy new books or not. Arman told Max that he would be late so Max came back to his dorm. Roaming around the campus all alone is very boring. Max doesn't like being bored. 

He has nothing to do now. The orientation class for the newbies is tomorrow. He's not a new student here. The classes here have started six months ago when Max was preparing for the Scholarship program. 

He video calls his parents and tells them about this place and also tells them about the big library. His parents are happy to see him happy. After talking to them he felt good but he's still bored.

"Hey! I thought you'd never call! Found someone new, didn't you?" Nadia says from other side of the screen. The background of her looks familiar. She's at Rohan's house.

"How could I not call? Wait. Are you at Rohan's?" 

Nadia leans forward to the screen and narrows her eyes to look more clearly. Max doesn't know what she's doing so he does the same. Both can't see anything besides each other's nose right now. 

Max hears Arman putting books on his table and leans backward from the screen and Nadia suddenly screams,

"Is that him? You made a boyfriend already!?"

Max's cheeks flushed red as he hears Nadia's words. Nadia was so loud that it's no surprise that Arman heard her. 
Max becomes nervous. He knows that Arman was cool about it so far but everyone has their tolerating limits. 

Max was even more embarrassed when Nadia opened her mouth again

"He's hot"

Rohan comes from behind and sees Arman and Max together. He knows who Nadia called hot.

"Nadia, you can't just call his roommate hot right in front of your boyfriend," Rohan says making a sulking face. 

"Why are you here? Go get ready" Nadia says making Rohan stand up from the sofa. "We're gonna be late"

"I know I'm hot," Arman says arrogantly "but I'm not his boyfriend. He's not my type" he winks at Nadia. Rohan is frowning. He wants to fry this guy.

"Ooooooh! The burn!" Nadia gives Arman a virtual high five. 

"Nadia! You're my best friend, not his!" Max says. Without saying anything else Max disconnects the call. 

On the other side, Rohan wishes to kill Arman. Rohan always thought he is exactly Nadia's type but today he doesn't feel like it anymore.

"Why would you call him hot? Am I not hot?" Rohan says to Nadia with an expression mixed with anger and jealousy

Nadia narrows her left eye as she gets the point that her boyfriend is jealous. Nadia has never seen Rohan get jealous because she doesn't give her time to anyone else but him. This is the first time. She has to take advantage of this moment.

"Why won't I? He is hot" she looks away and tries to hide her evil laugh. It's so hard to do it with Rohan's confused face lurking around. He looks adorable. 

Rohan sits beside her and holds her hand. His eyebrows are raised and he's biting his lips. He so trying hard to look seductive. Nadia almost breaks but she has to continue this scene.

"Why are you making that face? You look stupid" She says. But inside she's going crazy over how beautiful Rohan is looking right now. Men are not supposed to look beautiful but handsome. Rohan is both. When Nadia called him stupid Rohan tried to make his face look normal which looks even funnier. Nadia can't hold her laughter anymore. She breaks out laughing like crazy and almost falls to the ground. Rohan realizes this was a prank. He sits still and frowns his eyebrows. 

"Don't call anyone hot besides me" he says coldly.

Max is angry at Nadia. She made him look like a fool and she also ganged up with Arman. He can't stand Arman's presence anymore.

"Why are you here?" He says to him "weren't you supposed to return late?" 

"Those guys are really friendly. They gave me the stuff I needed so it didn't take long" 

Max smirks at him and Arman grins. 
***

Austin returns to his condo and crashes on the bed. His cat also sits beside him looking sleepy that she is. Austin tries to pat her and she hisses. Austin laughs at this.

 He has to go shoot that ad film for AWAN tomorrow. He doesn't want to. 

If He could return the money to them and not do the Ad film but Josh is also involved in this. He knows what they can do.

 He can not put Win at risk. 

Tomorrow is not going to be a good day for him.

Max is an addict. Not a drug addict though but an addict of Boys' Love fiction. And the only person he really likes is none but Austin Grant. The actor who portrayed the character "Patrick" from "Our Love The Series". He plans to go to Thailand and meet him in person. But will he ever get a chance to see him? or he'll find someone new to love?

---Inside the experience store---
Chen Mo tested Lifeline for one last time and said to Su Jinyu and Zheng Hongxi, "Alright, it's good."
"Yeah! That's awesome!" Su Jinyu couldn't help but be ecstatic.
That was basically a game she and Zheng Hongxi worked together without Chen Mo's help, so it was particularly special.
(If Chen Mo asking Zheng Hongxi to change the story multiple times didn't count as helping.)
Zheng Hongxi finally breathed a sigh of relief and let out a smile. Despite being asked by Chen Mo to make many changes to the story as well as several big changes to the story, it was finally over.
This process improved Zheng Hongxi's understanding of writing for games as well as his understanding of manipulating the emotions of the players.
Now Zheng Hongxi was looking forward to the reaction of the players, will they like his writing?
Chen Mo installed Lifeline onto Chang Xiuya's phone, "You'll be our first labrat."
---
Chang Xiuya was curious.
Everyone knew that Su Jinyu and Zheng Hongxi had been working hard to make an interactive fiction, but they didn't know what type of game it would be or anything about the story.
There were many interactive fictions in this world and was one of the more classic genres. Many video game designers who liked story driven games would usually have interactive fiction as their first game.
It was partially because that the game was easy to make, all it needed was a good story. Other resources would include getting a good set of artwork and probably outsourcing someone to do the audio as well.
However, as there were so many interactive fictions on the market, it was significantly harder to break through as well.
The interactive fictions of this world were very much similar to the previous world, mostly city life or transmigration to medieval times. This was because most interactive fiction players are female, and they tend to like these themes more.
Chang Xiuya also played interactive fictions, but after playing a million different interactive fictions, most of their story would coalesce into one, making it quite boring after a while.
If the only difference between interactive fictions were their story, they may as well read novels instead.
Chang Xiuya was worried that Lifeline would be similar to other interactive fictions. However, since the manager overlooked this, his games are usually...
Yep, other than I Am MT being a little bit scummy, the other games were quite creative.
The icon of the game was fairly dark, with a small person in it who looked like an astronaut. The top right of the icon had a weird radio wave icon.
"Umm. Is it scifi? That's fresh."
Chang Xiuya tapped on the icon, entering the game.
She was then met with a pop-up window, "Lifeline is an interactive fiction that spans over a few days. Your gaming experience might be affected without push-notifications. Please enable push-notifications to enhance your experience."
Chang Xiuya tapped on 'Allow'.
A window that looked like a chatting app popped up. Soon, messages started appearing.
Incoming message
Establishing connection
Connecting
"Hello?"
"Does this work?"
"Can anyone hear me?"
Chang Xiuya was a bit shocked after the questioning, but now two different choices appeared in the bottom: 'Who's there' and 'Yes I can hear you'.
Chang Xiuya felt that these had about the same meaning and wouldn't affect the story, then tapping on 'Yes I can hear you."
"Oh, thank goodness! I was finally able to contact someone!"
"I've waited for hours!"
Another two choiced popped up: 'Who are you?' and 'What happened'?
Chang Xiuya thought that it would be better to ask who they were, tapping 'Who are you?'.
After two choices, Chang Xiuya already understood the difference between this and other interactive fictions.
Lifeline didn't have any narration or background descriptions, it was set up entirely as a chatting software. But instead of chatting with real people, the player would be chatting with fictional characters from the game.
Conveying the world using a sci fi chatting app improved the immersion. This included sending the player notifications, giving the player an impression that they were talking to a real person.
Chang Xiuya started chatting to this astronaut named Tyler based on what she felt was right.
Through chatting, Chang Xiuya discovered that Tyler was an astronaut on a cargo pod, but crashed on an alien plant. However, he was now completely lost. He was a student who boarded to perform an experiment, and had no experience in dealing with emergency situations like these.
However, Tyler seemed quite optimistic, even making jokes in such dire situations.
Chang Xiuya even laughed at the jokes he made.
"So is the final task to help this astronaut escape? Doesn't seem too difficult. It's probably easier than the crazy scenarios from Chinese dramas set in ancient times right..." thought Chang Xiuya.
"There's a white mountain nearby that's a few miles out. But this mountain... looks a bit weird, it's vertically symmetrical so it doesn't seem quite natural."
"The crash site of Varia seems a bit closer than the mountain. What should I do?"
There were two choices: 'Head towards crash site' or 'Head towards mountain'.
Chang Xiuya knew that this was a key choice for the plot. As Tyler hinted, the mountain was shaped weird, and it was further away, obviously he should go towards the crash site!
Chang Xiuya chose 'Head towards crash site'.
"Makes sense, there could be survivors..."
"Alright, I'm heading South. This should take at least one hour. I'll let you know when I get there."
Afterwards, the system displayed a 'Tyler is now busy' message.
Chang Xiuya was shocked, what is this?
There weren't any other choices, and Tyler stopped talking as well. The game just stopped without any further notifications.
Chang Xiuya looked back at what Tyler said.
"It can't be that he's really going to message me an hour?!"
Chang Xiuya was shocked. It was the first time she encountered an interactive fiction like this, making the player wait for an hour for nothing?!
All Chang Xiuya could do now was wait. She didn't close the app, however, fearing that she wouldn't receive the message when Tyler replies.


Chen Mo liked calling himself a video game designer, despite being a mere video game producer.
After dying one day from work-related stress, he transmigrated into a parallel world as himself, right after he graduated. He was now in the body of his younger self, who also aspired to be a video game designer. 
Will he be able to fulfill his dream after being reborn in this oddly different new world, and become the best video game designer in that world?
Follow Chen Mo on his romp through video game classics as he brings the great games of the past to a whole new world in pursuit of his dreams!
Note: This Novel has been continued as a passion project by its translator. The continuation of this novel will not affect the result of Trial Reading or Voting Pool. 

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