Reincarnated As The Diabolic System

K-Kill….?

Everyone was shocked. They glanced at one another with pale faces. Initially, even Shane thought that his host would be appalled by his life from his previous experiences, but….

"Right or left?" asked Sam as he tilted his head.

Shane was stunned for a moment. Shouldn't his teenager-looking host be bewildered and scared right now? Why was this person asking such a strange question?

He should be the bold one asking this question, not his host. He shook his head and looked up at the lazy girl lying on the ground while covering her face with her hand. She didn't seem to want to be involved in this mess.

He shook his head and asked his host, "Does it make any difference? You have to kill someone anyway."

His host shrugged. "Do I have any weapon?"

Shane finally taught his host how to use the menu. Then he first checked the shopping place and sighed.

"Host, you don't have anything right now. You will have to make a purchase."

The teenager nodded. "How do I purchase one?"

"You need money…." Shane couldn't help it anymore as he asked, "Sam, why are you so indifferent?"

Sam frowned upon hearing that. "I also don't know. Maybe I have faced such situations before."

Shane raised his brows. It seemed as if his host had been through many worlds this time. But for some reason, he didn't go to his own world as stated in the rules. Did Sam choose to traverse from one world to another? But why?

When he thought about it carefully, he indeed remembered studying such cases back in the institute. These hosts would have greater gains for which they would exert their souls to transmigrate from one world to another until their goals were achieved. But there were also other kinds of hosts.

These were the criminals with several lifetimes of black history. Becoming a host was a method for them to purify their souls, getting rid of all the black karma from their bodies that they had accumulated for so many lives.

Shane could tell that his host must belong to the second category. Otherwise, even after forgetting everything, why would Sam still be so indifferent to killing people? He almost acted like it was making food, not murdering someone in the broad daylight.

Even after knowing this, Shane still felt indifferent to whatever was happening. If he were still the youngster from Earth, he would have been scared to death after talking to such a person, but he wasn't that guy anymore.

At present, he also has his hands washed with blood. When he wasn't clean, wouldn't it be hypocritical for him to be scared of such a guy like his host?

So he calmly said, "Then get ready. Let me recommend you something in the meanwhile."

When he noticed the number of Crana that didn't exceed even one digit, he frowned. With only eight Crana coins in the account, how could he expect his host to buy something? He was even surprised to see eight coins in the account. Looks like the Livestream viewers were being generous.

He immediately searched for the cheapest available sword online. At this time, even if he ended up finding a regular sword, it would be a miracle.

Perhaps he had too many expectations from the shopping site, and he felt disappointed. Only one old and the half-broken knife was available there at five Crana.

It was so cheap because it wasn't sharp and even the hilt was broken. His host could not hold it properly without causing injury to his own palms. He was hesitant to give it to Sam.

But he really had no other choice. Other people must also have systems with the same or different missions. If he wanted to finish this mission, he would have to give this knife to Sam.

"Host," said Shane as he sent the link through the inbox, "take a look at the message I sent you. You can't buy anything else besides this broken knife because of the lack of coins."

The host opened the menu and glanced at the knife, frowning for a moment. Shane thought that this teenager must be disappointed. So he was about to open his mouth to coax his host into taking that weapon when he heard Sam's voice.

"So cheap? This knife seems to be of good quality. It also has rust and other poisonous material attached that can trigger death faster. How come this weapon is so cheap?"

"Probably because it's broken."

"Oh, I see."

Shane shook his head. He shouldn't be surprised at all. His host this time was both obedient and experienced. He didn't have to exert too much energy into doing things his way.

After making the purchase, Shane observed as his host pulled out the knife and held it in his hands. He was probably the first to react among the sea of different people standing in the hall. The two guys beside Sam finally trembled as their faces paled. They also pulled their swords out of nowhere, indicating they were also hosts with systems.

Not just any hosts, but with some cash. The swords they had in their hands were not so cheap. It probably cost around a hundred Crana each. So the other system must also be experienced. Otherwise, it was impossible to gather so much Crana without being famous from the Livestreams.

It was just that despite having very good systems, the hosts' hands kept trembling.

Sam didn't give them a second chance as he raised his hands and started killing people one after another. His movements were so fast that no one even managed to react by the time he killed those two people.

After that, he stood there with his knife dripping blood, indifferently looking at the dead bodies. "Is it over?"

Shane looked at his notification. "No. I think you'll have to start slaughtering."

"Okay."

After that, a massacre started in that hall. The system notification also didn't come about the first task ending. So none of the hosts could stop. One after another, dead bodies kept falling to the ground with their necks slashed in a similar manner.

It seemed that one person killed all the hosts in the same way. Sam's eyes didn't even twitch while killing people like this. None of the other hosts seemed to be experienced enough. A few of them finally realized the gravity of the situation and pulled out their own weapons.

Only ten were standing. The notification they were all awaiting finally arrived. A familiar voice echoed in the background.

"Good, Very good!" the voice was male, with roughness at every word, so it sounded strange to hear the voice being cheerful. "I didn't expect to get better results! Well done, survivors! You have passed the test, and now, get ready for the reward!"

Soon after that, a round table rose from the ground as it stood at the hall's center. The odor of blood waffled throughout the place, but Sam's face remained indifferent.

Even Shane, who had become considerably stronger these days, couldn't help but shiver to see his host like this.

There was a gift box placed at the center, and it was packed with a pink ribbon. The voice echoed again.

"C'mon! What are you waiting for? Open it up!"

No one dared to move at this time. Seeing this, the voice sighed.

"You have ten seconds. If no one opens it, you'll all die."

As soon as those words came out, one of the survivors rushed with a pale face and pulled the ribbon. Soon, the box opened, revealing pointed knives inside.

The voice: "Sam, since you have killed the most, you'll get a special knife. Pick up the black one from the set. Do it!"

Sam walked over and picked up the weapon, staring at it in his hands, when he heard the voice again. "Is it good? The reason why this weapon is special is that its combat power is way more than others. Look at your stats, and you will know!"

When Shane heard this, he frowned. Whoever created this horror world seemed to know that the hosts could use the menu. So would these people know about the existence of the systems?

Perhaps they knew.

Shane didn't continue to think about it as he watched others picking up their weapons. Sam also seemed satisfied with the weapon in his hands as he held it in his hands firmly.

After a while, the voice echoed again. "Break time over! Let's head over to the next mission, shall we?" the voice paused before continuing, "Your mission this time is to vote for a person among you and torture one of their fingers to the point of breaking bones and making a bloody mess. You only have five minutes to vote. Come on!"

Everyone was stunned. One of the girls couldn't take it anymore. She fell to the ground, crying.

"Why us?! What did we do wrong? I don't want to continue!"

"Are you sure?" The voice asked creepily. "If you guys don't choose, I'll vote one by myself automatically. Who knows? I might end up voting for two or more people. So, it's better to choose yourselves."