Ghost of Culture

Apparently, very hard. Or maybe not.

I am unsure at the moment since the System did not give me the full picture. Like why would it, given its intention is to scare me to death?

It is doing one hell of a good job at that, I swear! Fuck!

I realize that there is way more to Conquest Mode when everything turns completely pitch black, and the only thing that I could see in the blackness is a message. Two messages exactly, housed in that all too familiar hovering window.

Unlike before, I cannot interact with the window physically or otherwise. I cannot do anything but just watch and wait. Wait like the first message informs me. Wait for other players to join in the Conquest.

Wait. What other players!? Unholy shit! I am so unready for this. So unready! Abort! Abort! But sadly, there is no way to stop this. There is no escape button or anything of the sort. All I can do right now is wait and wait.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Why didn't the System inform me about this!? If it does, I would never attempt a Conquest.

Knowing that there are other players besides me terrifies me out of my wit. Why? Because if they are anything like me, they might have powers that I cannot even imagined. Hell, even my power is already terrifying.

And they will be out to get me. That is the point of the Conquest Mode from what I realize now.

The second message on the hovering window, which locates underneath the first, tells me more than the System ever could. Seriously way more. Super serious.

It is constantly changing, revealing more and more information about the Conquest Mode for me. This includes its history. That is a bit strange, but hey, I welcome any kind of information, especially when I do not have to pay for it.

Conquest Mode is basically a dumb down version of Battle Royale. It was first created as a tutorial for people like me, but since then, due to popularity or otherwise, it has become its own identity, allowing people to fight in an arena or setting of their choosing.

Well. More like the arena or setting of the host choosing. I am the host.

The setting is chosen by me. The story is also chosen by me. But how it all plays out in the end is really not up to me. It is up to all the players joining, as more people cause thing to happen unexpectedly.

I should have expected that. Seriously, I should have from the name. If there is no opposition, it would be super easy. I would just play it slow and safe, reaching the conclusion without any harm to myself.

And it is due that reason alone that Conquest Mode has been changed. There used to be a single player option, but everyone abuses it so much that the administrators, the people who are in control, decided to change all of that.

That sucks. That really, really sucks.

The first message flickers, telling me that there two players now, including me. It flickers again to show more players have joined. And by the time that the eighth player join, blinding light expel the darkness, forcing me to shut my eyes.

Before I could take a look at the surrounding, there is a window hovering in front of me. I can interact with this one like I could normally. Wait. Interact? I have a real body.

Unholy shit. It is my real body!?

That is fucking awesome. Like super awesome.

I take a moment to touch myself. In bad places. What? It is my body, so it is fine. Heh.

My junk is smaller than I remember.

Ahem. Let me have a look at what is on the window. I mean, it is more important than pondering why my junk is not as awesome as in my memory. Maybe I didn't pat it in the right way.

I should get some girls to do that. Hot girls. Superhot girls. Hah!

[Conquest Mode has begun. As usual, the completion of all primary objectives will conclude the game, and rewards will be calculated. The death of most players will also conclude the Conquest. The deaths of all major characters will also conclude the Conquest. You may lose points for unnecessary killing as this is not Battle Royale.]

Once that window is dismissed, a new window appears, giving me the rundown of all new commands, completely separated from the System. The System is disabled during Conquest Mode, to prevent any cheating.

As such, a brand-new interface is created, completely detached from the main System. The window is like a status screen, telling me my progression as well as the time remaining. It also gives me rundown of how Conquest works in general, and a lot of it is kind of confusing.

I am not really much of a thinker. More like a bullshitter. That is a real thing, right? Hah!

Anyway, I dismiss the information window to look around the area. It is the modern world. Exactly just like the one that I had come from except with some obvious differences. For one, there is a super huge prestige school that spans several kilometers.

I mean seriously, and it is all thanks to the setting that I have chosen.

What? I thought that a school setting would not get me killed regardless of whatever bullshit I did. Did not expect other players to be here and out to get me too. I mean, killing me and everyone else is one of possible ways to win the Conquest.

That is what I understand.

Of course, unlike Battle Royale, killing other players is not the only way to win. In fact, it is probably a shit way to win, considering everyone is kind of in the dark about everyone else's power.

The Conquest System did not state anything else besides the number of players that I should look out for. Is that why I also have a real body instead of being a ghost? I mean, if I am a ghost, they wouldn't be able to hit me, right?

I should not be over confident because I can still be killed even as a ghost.

Speaking of ghost, I check whether I can vacate the body or not. I can, and the moment I did, my fleshy body collapses on the ground, unmoving. Not really breathing either. Unholy shit! Is it dead!?

I wait for a moment to make sure before entering it again.

Once I did, I feel pretty normal, as if nothing really happened. This is like a meat puppet without having anyone inside. Awesome. I will take a dozen.

I also test out other abilities before heading towards the school. Since I am already wearing its uniform, I assume that I am a student or something.

Hey. It is a school setting based on the manga that I only touch briefly, so I have to be a student. I think I prefer to be a teacher, just so I can dominate some sexy schoolgirls, but of course, I do still have that option.

I can just possess a teacher to do whatever I want to do but let me see where this is going first. It feels kind of awesome having my own body. Wish I could take it with me after this, but I will not be able to, as it is created to equalize the playing field.

Probably.

I assume so simply because there really is no need to give me a body unless there is more to this. I will check it out later as the school bell is ringing. It has been ringing for some time now, telling that classes are about to start.

What are my classes anyway? Oh. There is a timetable in my pocket. Cool. I have a look at it, finding I have homeroom first. What the hell is a homeroom.

Oh. That is right. This is a Japanese-style school due to the setting being from manga. That just a fancy word for comics from Japan. Manhua if it is from China. Manhwa if it is from Korea. Mango if it is from the Tropic.

I made the last one up, but I wouldn't mind having a mango right now. Big juicy mango that fill out my mouth. That one right there. Unholy shit. She is huge.

The school uniform unable to contain them. Unholy shit! It is as big as Alice. Unholy shit! It is Alice!?

Wait. Why is Alice here? And is that Sophia with her!? What the hell!? Why are these two here!?

These are the other players!? No. It cannot be.

"Hey wait up!"

The blond-haired girl shouts from the front gate, rushing towards the locker area. Japanese school has this weird locker area in front of the school for shoes. Apparently, they cannot wear shoes in doors.

Well. They can but not outdoor shoes. They have to wear indoors shoes. They have bedroom shoes as well as bathroom shoes. There is just a lot of shoes. Weird, I know.

But when in Rome do what the Romans do. That means swear a lot and have a lot of orgies. Hah!

Alice and Sophia wait for their friends, and it is Mary. Her tits bounce impressively with every step that she takes, making my nose flare up. Not flare up. I have a fucking nosebleed.

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Julia and Becky also join Alice and Sophia and Mary afterwards. There are more people in their group, but I did not remember all of their names. That is because I have never talked to them personally.

Neither of them pays any attention to me before heading towards their classrooms. From the number on their backpack, they all from the same classroom.

I check my backpack, finding that I am in a completely different classroom. Bummer, but at least I can ogle at them during breaks and lunch time. Hah!

Wait a second, that is a demotion. I have already fucked them, now I am back to ogling them? Shit!

Anyway, I change my shoes to get to my class. As I did so, a beautiful girl walk pass me as the air around the area chills. Eh? Maybe I am imagining it.

I look up to see who it is, only to see her flowing blue hairs trailing behind her. Her hair is tight up in a twin-tail fashion, and every step she takes, the floor left a foot imprint behind. That is weird.

She stops walking after a moment before turning back to look at me, allowing me to see that beautiful blue eyes of her. Icy blue. She has a really lovely face too.

"Hello? My name is Zephyr. I am an exchange student. Can you tell me where classroom 14F is?"

Zephyr asks, and for a second, there is only silence. It is strange. Very strange.

"Ah sorry, I am also new here, but I can help you look for it since we are in the same class. 14F."

I tell Zephyr before she vanishes. No. Her body flickers for a second. No, a fraction of a second.

She just disappears then reappears, and I could see her hairs sway for no reason. That was weird, but as I look on the floor, there are footprints everywhere. A lot of it is around me.

The air becomes exceedingly cold. Like really cold despite the warm weather outside.

"Please do, Ghostly."

Wait. What? How did she know my name!?