This Reader Needs a Break!

Chapter 1: System 143

CHAPTER 1: SYSTEM 143

A young lady was currently standing in front of a full-body-length mirror, staring intently at her unfamiliar self. The mirror was reflecting a beautiful, petite, and fair-skinned girl—approximately 17 or 18 year-old— who had almond-shaped eyes, a small high-bridged nose, and pink lips. If not for the deep and sharp look in her eyes, a passerby might think that she was really an innocent teenager.

She raised her hand, the same action was done by the girl in the mirror. She smiled, the girl also did so. Several gestures, funny expressions, and a slap on the face passed before the girl weakly knelt in front of the mirror.

“What the heck…” She weakly whispered upon herself. “Whose body is this?” She looked around the strange room. She was in an elegant and simple bedroom, mainly consists of the colors white and blush pink. “Where am I?”

She helplessly touched her face. The last thing she could remember was a car colliding with the one she’s driving. She expected to wake up in a hospital, not in this room without a single piece of medical equipment, which obviously belonged to a rich second, third, or fourth-generation girl. “How long have I been asleep? Was I kidn*pped? Then, unknowingly underwent plastic surgery? Who would dare do that? One of my fans?” Her eyes went big. She stood up and paced around the room. Different scenarios played around her head. “It's possible. I mean, I know that I’m pretty and famous but—” She glared at the white soft-looking bed. "Does that fan wants to kidnap me, hide me, fake my death, and force me to be his girlfrie—?!”

[Greetings! This is System 143, welcoming you to our “Love Accumulation Program.” Due to the accumulated grievances of the attacked authors and the hate you garnered from your fellow readers, you have to complete a mission of collecting love from the male protagonists you commented to be disdainful for you to go back to your original world.]

She suddenly heard a voice similar to Google Translate, cold and emotionless. It disrupted her wild line of thought and she vigilantly looked around. There's no visible speaker or shadow she observed, which creeped her out. "Who are you?! Where are you? And— what are you talking about?!"

[Your heart rate increased above normal. I suggest that Ms. Hernandez should calm down to properly process the information regarding the program and mission.]

“How can I calm down? There's someone talking but I couldn't find the speaker anywhere!”

[I am directly speaking inside your mind. I am currently residing in your sea of consciousness.]

Once again, Den knelt down. “This is worse…” She was staring in a daze. “This is my karma. I lost my mind.”

[Scanning…]

[Rest assured, Ms. Hernandez. You have not lost your mind. According to the results of your brain scan, all your brain activities are within normal limits.]

“I really think I lost my mind.” Den laughed, a hint of self-ridicule could be inferred. Who's sane person would have a system— or whatever it was— in their brain? And it can even do brain scan, huh? She hadn’t heard anything similar to it before.

[Once again, I am System 143, welcoming you to the “Love Accumulation Program.” Your body in your original world is in a comatose state after your accident and if you want to go back, you need to collect the love of the male protagonist of each book you will encounter. As of now, you are in the book called “The Obsessed Billionaire.” You are currently inhabiting the body of a character named “Nathalie Ortega.”]

When she heard the words “The Obsessed Billionaire,” Den suddenly turned rigid. Hearing the name “Nathalie Ortega,” she stiffly looked at the mirror as if remembering something. Seeing her reflection, or rather, Nathalie Ortega’s beautiful reflection, she stutteringly asked the system, “N-nathalie Ortega…? The girl character… who— who experienced a miserable death…?”