This Reader Needs a Break!

Chapter 2: Let’s Start

CHAPTER 2: LET'S START

Every curve, every feature is similar to how she imagined the pitiful and beautiful character of Nathalie Ortega would look like. Her unblemished face, the pure white dress she's wearing, and the soft, slender hands that were evidently never used to do house chores— all of these reflect the cleanliness of a 17-year-old girl who was pampered since birth and hasn't experienced the cruelty of the world. Yet.

Touching her face, Deina Hernandez asked in a daze, "Nathalie Ortega? The Obsessed Billionaire?" She then rolled her eyes. "Give me a break…" She pinched herself. The pain she felt indicated that it was real. She was real— at least, she felt real.

She sighed and stood up. She was now calmer compared to before. After all, she was a veteran actress who experienced the dirty entertainment industry and suffered through a lot of downs in her career. Regardless if this system was truly existing or not, or if it was simply because she lost her mind and hearing these nonsense things, it was more important to investigate her surroundings. After all, she still had suspicions that she was kidn*pped. It may also some sort of a prank wherein cameras are hidden in corners.

[Ms. Hernandez, I suggest that you lie down or find a seat first before I give you the necessary information and memories you will need in completing this world’s mission.]

She ignored the voice talking in her head. This so-called system has a lot of gimmicks. She was about to open the door when a torrential influx of plot information and Nathalie Ortega’s memories flooded her head.

The vain actress thought, “Ugh. Why I didn't lie down? I don’t wanna pass out ugly…”

Den dizzily collapsed on the floor. Before losing consciousness, she saw her bedroom door being opened and a pair of feet wearing Louis Vuitton heels came in. “Nathalie!”

Countless words, faces, voices, and information went into her mind. A story she read long ago was being forcefully shoved into her mind. Memories that did not belong to her were also being played. Suddenly, she heard a sound similar to a desktop starting its windows. She opened her eyes. She was in a sea of darkness. A glowing orb of blue light, the size of a tennis ball, was floating in front of her. It flashed, [Ms. Hernandez, this is my true form. I am an artificial intelligence designed to guide you in completing your missions through the different worlds.]

Den almost slapped the ball when it talked. She already found it difficult to process the countless information she received, plus she’s also confused about this place, then this glow-in-the-dark ball would suddenly talk? She might actually lose her mind because of the peculiarity of these events.

“Where am I?” She asked. She looked down and only saw a white glowing form. What is this?! Is this her body?!

[You are currently conscious inside your consciousness. What you are currently seeing is your spiritual form.]

She was almost dizzy due to this bizarre information. Oh dear Creator, did you think that my life was no longer that exciting and made me experience these bunch of weird things?

[I will now explain the details of your mission. Now that you already absorbed the information regarding the plot of this book and the memories of the original Nathalie Ortega, you can now start fulfilling your mission in this world. You need to get the male lead’s love— a 100-point affection is needed to be achieved in order for this task to be considered complete.]

If only her spiritual form had an eyebrow, maybe it would already reach the ceiling. In fairness, even love can be quantitatively measured by this AI. But... a 100-point affection to complete this world’s mission? Can she do that?

“What if… I won't be able to finish this mission?”

[Once you reach the time where the character originally died and the 100-point affection is still not achieved, this mission will be considered a failure, and your body in your original world will die. Your soul will also disappear.]

This was cruel! Den was really itching to slap this ball of talking light. If she wasn’t able to complete the mission before Nathalie Ortega’s destined death, she— her body— will also die and her soul will disintegrate into nothing. She could not afford to end up like that! She still has to do something important there!

“If I was able to complete the mission…?”

[I will then transfer you to the next world story.]

“How many world stories do I have to finish?”

[The specific number is still being processed. You have severely criticized a lot of novels, therefore, the main system is still finalizing the number.]

Den wanted to go back in time and slap her opinionated and unrestrained past self from leaving bad reviews to a lot of w*****d novels. If she only did so once or twice, she may be able to go back sooner. But she knew it herself that there were dozens of novels she negatively commented on. If only her spiritual form had hair, she might already be strangling herself.

“What happens to my body then?”

[The flow of time in your original world is much slower in comparison to the world stories, such as this one. Ms. Hernandez does not need to worry, one year in this world is only equivalent to one day in that world. In addition, as mentioned, your body is in a comatose state after the accident, and the medical technology in your world is enough to sustain you for several years.]

She nodded and looked at the floating ball of blue light again, staring intently at it, “What exactly are you? Where did you come from? You’re an AI, so there must be someone or something that created you.”

The ball flashed dim and brighter again. [Again, I am an artificial intelligence. I was created by a different species similar to humans from a different universe. That is all I can say.]

Den nodded, still not quietly being able to process everything but the bright determination could be evidently seen in her soul. “Okay. Let’s start then.”