Alright. Deep breath. Not that I actually breathed, but if I did, I’d be hyperventilating.
I had just returned from a thousand-year banishnt.
Just gotten back into the ga. I should be basking in the glory of my grand revival!
Instead, I was trapped inside the head of a kid who looked like he still needed his grandma to tuck him in at night.
And this wasn’t even the worst part.
He was ignoring .
Utterly, blatantly, and unapologetically ignoring .
I had spent centuries screaming into the cosmic abyss, only to finally have a host who wouldn’t even acknowledge my existence?!
Unacceptable.
"Well, well, well," I drawled, slithering into his thoughts like the delightful parasite that I was. "Color impressed! You sure took your sweet ti, but hey, first kill in this new era of villainy! How does it feel?"
No answer.
The brat continued walking.
Rude.
I tried again, pushing my voice into his mind with the perfect balance of smugness and intrigue.
"Aw, c’mon, don’t ignore . That thing didn’t just die, you know? You ate it.
Your fancy little ’Gluttony’ just did sothing I haven’t seen in a thousand years."
Still nothing.
Unbelievable.
I’d had hosts before. So ignored at first, sure, but not like this. Usually, they scread, panicked, or, at the very least, had the decency to question their own sanity.
This kid? He was just walking.
I was about to up the ante—maybe start narrating his every action like an overenthusiastic comntator—when she spoke.
His grandma.
"Noah? You alright?"
Ah, yes. Noah. That was his na. It was all coming back now.
The mont I fused with him, I got the basics—his past, his status, his embarrassingly unimpressive combat history.
But most importantly, I got a front-row seat to his thoughts.
And oh, the horror.
This boy? He wasn’t even a proper villain yet.
He was unsure. Hesitant. And worst of all? He was polite.
I nearly threw up my Soul Essence.
Noah muttered sothing about being tired, and Grandma dearest bought it without question. How adorable.
I hated it.
This was not how this was supposed to go.
I was ant to corrupt a heart already prid for destruction. Push a soul teetering on the edge of darkness into a beautiful, bloodstained abyss.
Not… babysit.
I was sulking when sothing interesting finally happened.
We reached a cave.
And Noah—sweet, predictable, non-villainous Noah—hesitated.
Oh?
I perked up, watching through his senses as he felt sothing. A tingle, a whisper of instinct.
Sothing was wrong.
"Well, well, well," I humd in amusent. "You feel it, huh?"
For the first ti, he actually responded.
Not aloud, of course. He wasn’t that far gone yet. But his thoughts flickered with acknowledgnt. A small, almost grudging acceptance that I was right.
Oh, the satisfaction.
He didn’t answer , but he acted. Moved before his grandma could, stepping into the cave like he owned the place.
Now this was more like it.
Then ca the beast.
Small. Quick. Deadly.
Noah barely dodged in ti. I could tell—his movents were sharper than before.
His body reacted on instinct, his footwork shifting in a way that felt… unnatural for him.
And I knew why.
Gluttony.
I grinned. "Oh-ho! Ti for Round Two! But lem give you a little tip—tilt your weight left and go for the jaw."
He hesitated. Just for a second.
But he listened.
And damn, did it work.
One solid punch, and the beast cracked.
My nonexistent chest swelled with pride. Finally. Finally, he was listening to !
Then, in true Noah fashion, he ruined the mont by not even questioning what just happened.
No awe. No excitent.
Just grim acceptance.
Ugh.
Where was the glee? The rush of power? The hunger for more?
This kid was killing .
I watched as he consud the beast, Gluttony’s eerie tendrils wrapping around the corpse and pulling it into nothingness.
And then?
Sothing clicked.
Noah felt it. I felt it.
The difference.
The beast’s instincts—the predatory, battle-honed awareness—it was his now.
I smirked.
"Oh-ho. You noticed, huh? Thought you’d take a little longer to put two and two together."
Noah’s mind stirred, his thoughts uncertain.
"What… is it?"
"You an to ask what’s happening to you?" I let out a smug chuckle. "Well, my dear host, congratulations.
Every ti you consu sothing with Gluttony, you gain a little trait from it.
You could get stronger.
Faster.
A little more than what you were before.
The first beast you ate? It gave you insight.
It is because of this reason you could feel that sothing was off even before seeing the beast inside."
I let that sink in, enjoying the silence that followed.
I knew what he was thinking.
This power was dangerous. It was corrupting.
And yet…
He didn’t hate it.
Not entirely.
***
Ah, the vast, never-ending abyss of the universe.
I had been roaming it for what felt like an eternity—because, well, it was an eternity.
Drifting through space, slipping through the cracks between realities, peering into dinsions where so civilizations thrived and others crumbled to dust.
And let tell you, it was all so damn boring.
Sure, I was once a respected System, given missions to cultivate hosts, and push them toward greatness—or villainy, which was way more fun—but that had been taken from .
I was ousted.
Banished.
All because I had dared to bend one asly rule, a tiny, insignificant ’System Code’ so self-important god had scribbled into existence.
What kind of system worth its data actually follows rules?
That was how I beca nothing but a speck of consciousness, an unwanted rogue entity wandering aimlessly.
And you’d think that’d make desperate for redemption or so grand purpose?
Nope.
I just wanted fun.
Adrenaline.
I wanted the rush.
A host who could make things interesting.
And instead?
I got... him.
Noah Fucking Roro.
***
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