Reincarnated As The Diabolic System

Before David could say another word, he felt a wave of energy forcing him toward the painting. His eyes widened slightly as if he hadn't expected this to happen. After a while, he returned to normal and narrowed his eyes.

Since these ghosts were trying to play dirty, why should he back out? He sneered and turned to Shane.

"Hey, system, take control."

"Eh? What?"

"Do it. And use your most powerful technique."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Shane finally straightened his back and looked more serious than ever.

He was really having a good time at his job. Since his previous job went better than ever, he thought his current one would also make things easier for him.

How come his powerful host is asking him to take control of his body?

"Here you go!"

Shane felt the control of the body being transferred to him automatically. Wait, the host had that option too? How come he didn't know that?!

But he didn't have time to think twice. He swiftly pulled out an electric attribute sword he had purchased earlier and pushed it against the painting. The tip of the sword thrust deeper into the picture.

All of a sudden, multiple ear-piercing screams echoed throughout the place. Soon, a stream of blood dripped down the frame, flooding the entire floor red color. Shane moved away as he squinted his eyes.

Suddenly, he realized that it had been more than a minute since he took control of the body. He tilted his head.

"What's happening? David?"

"Well, you can finish up the rest of the storyline."

"Hey! What do you mean?!"

"I mean I can finally take a rest and you'll do the rest of the thing."

"No!" Shane yelled as he opened his system to try and give control of the body back to his host, but he couldn't. "Just, who the heck are you? How come you know so much about the menu than me?!"

"Heh, are you pretending to be naive, Shane?" The other person spoke. "I'm speaking in a female voice."

Oh yeah…. Shane was so shocked that he failed to focus on this small aspect. The voice was indeed familiar.

Wait a minute….

"Hope?! It's you?!" Shane didn't think he would be this shocked one day.

His mouth was opened wide in an O shape as his eyes blinked rapidly. How come his partner hid such a secret from him?

No, the question was, why was she acting as his host?

Did it mean his previous hosts were also Hope?

"Yes, the previous hosts were also me~" Hope's voice echoed in his mind as if she was saying something pleasant. "Do you like this surprise, dear partner?"

Shane felt his veins popping up as he roared in anger, "Hah, you call me partner? Do you even know what it means? You should have shared such necessary information with me! What the heck is wrong with you? Do you like playing with people's emotions like this?!"

"Dude, calm down. I have more secrets that I can't tell you for now…."

"Can't tell me?" Shane took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Fine. Whatever. We are just business partners anyway. Let's get back to the business."

Hope's voice suddenly quieted down for a moment. It almost felt like she had disappeared for a moment.

Shane frowned as he backed away and moved toward his room. Damn it. He lost it for a moment just because of a girl's antiques. He hadn't expected her to play this kind of cheap trick on him.

After he calmed down, he realized that he was being unreasonably rude to her. His cheeks suddenly felt a tinge of embarrassment.

So he opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry for what I said. Forget about it."

"That's true. We have a long way to go!"

​ Shane grimaced. If this continued on, he might end up dying from shock!

At this time, he didn't know how many other shocks Hope was about to give him in the future.

After he went back, he rested on the bed and closed his eyes, intending to go to sleep. Just then, Hope's voice echoed in his ears.

"Shane, I think the fog ghost will appear again."

"I know," said Shane as he closed his eyes and tried to get some rest.

"So this is how you felt all this time? Bored and lazy? No wonder you look like you had finished the best job of your life after coming out every time recently."

"Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!" Shane was already irritated, and the chatterbox in his mind wouldn't stop talking!

He really wanted to strangle her to death.

It wasn't even an hour before the fog ghost appeared. This time, though, his eyes were filled with tears and red marks as they glanced here and there. When they saw Shane, they screamed at the top of their voices and lunged at him like a hungry beast!

Shane was already awake. He had already pulled out the ice weapon from his inventory, intending to use it when the time comes. Now that the fog ghost appeared and was angry as heck, he also jumped off the bed and used the weapon against it.

He thrust the sword into the ground and echoed a spell in his mind. As soon as he spoke, divine energy poured out of the sword and entered the ghost in front of his eyes. So after that, the actions of the previous day repeated all over again.

The entire ghost froze once again as it stared in Shane's direction with a mixture of fear and anger.

He frowned. "Why would a ghost be frightened? Unless there's something else that's more powerful than it. It couldn't be afraid of me. I'm a human, and it had escaped before."

Plus, Shane had newly learned how to control his dark aura. If others had perceived his aura, it would have been natural for this puny ghost to be afraid of him. But now, it seemed that there was something he overlooked.

His eyes narrowed. Just then, he received a notification sound.

"Hope, what is it?"

"Heh, looks like we aren't the only ones finding important clues. Others also did it. Now, the success rate of this world is close to sixty-eight."

"Okay."

After that, Shane didn't talk to her anymore. He walked closer and started examing the fog ghost again without delay. It could slip any minute. So he hurriedly looked at the structure and stared at the eyes that seemed a bit…. Injured?

Shane raised his brows.

He had gotten everything he wanted to find out. So he left the fog ghost slip away. After that, he swiftly walked toward his bed and closed his eyes.

The next day when he woke up, he heard a roar echoing in the background.

He sneered, knowing it was the butler who had just gotten angry because he hurt the picture on the wall. He freshened up and walked out without any expression on his face.

At this time, the body, David's entire aura had changed. Until yesterday, it was close to mischievous. David looked like a person who could say and do anything he wanted. It was hard to predict him.

But now, David's aura was laced with a hint of darkness that made people think he was unapproachable. He looked like some king who looked down on people weaker to him.

Shane didn't know what others were thinking about him. He simply ignored them and walked over to the butler, standing right in front of the old man.

"What's up?"

The butler today suddenly had a scar on his right eye, slashing across and nearly touching his nose. He looked even more dangerous.

"You dare hurt me?! You want to die, don't you?!"

"Hurt you?" Shane frowned. "When and where did I do that? Please, specify."

"Here, in the corridor!"

"Oh?" Shane walked past the old man and stood in front of a familiar painting with a sword mark across it. "I just injured this painting. Could it be related to you?"

"That's right! I'm that painting! You dare to hurt me?! I'll kill you this instant!"

"Sure, bring it on!"

Shane was itching to fight someone anyway.

When other people heard him, their faces paled in an instant. Someone else from the newbie group stepped forward.

He begged, "Mr. Butler…. Please forgive this man. Can you not fight? We can find an appropriate solution."

"You need a solution? Sure. Send over one person every night outside the door. Your choice of whom to choose. If you back away, I'll kill everyone!"

After saying that, the butler and the servants disappeared from that place in the blink of an eye. Other people standing in the corridor were so scared that they shivered from head to toe.

Only experienced people folded their hands across their chests and raised their chins as if they didn't care a single thing about what was going on. Some even had a look of 'I knew it' on their faces.