The System In My Head

Living in a horror movie

'Alright. I don't have all day to milk a dog here... In fact, in 3 days, I will need something big to make coochie pop...'

Ben shook his head. "I can't play it safe." As a true gamer, he will be looking for a jackpot: a high-level mystery box. He will bet on the higher odds of a legendary or epic downturn. "I just hope I won't regret this ..."

Despite having decided, he needed a few minutes to muster up the courage to follow through. He stared at the screen. "If it fails, it fails... If I die...I die.... No matter what happens, I've done more living this past month than I've had for 18 years." Taking a deep breath, Ben resigned himself to fate, but before he bought the item, there was something else to do.

He stood up and went to his jacket hanging on his chair. Ripping through his pocket, he took out a lucky clove cigarette from his pack.

[Lucky Clove Cigarettes(Item, Fine) x15 - To temporarily improve the smoker's luck a little while smoking]

Despite just a little luck, Ben hopes it will make a difference. He put the cloves in his mouth and lit them. After picking up a few puffs of green smoke, his eyes became firm, and he made a purchase.

A few seconds later, a new type of mystery box appeared in his hand. This one is silver shining beautifully, stamped with a matte black question mark. Just by appearance, the quality between this box and the previous like the difference between day and night, heaven and earth, Hawaii and Hoboken...

Ben's breathing felt heavy as he rubbed his slippery surface, as if he appreciated a divine treasure. Only after a long time did he put the box on the bed and retreat. He needs distance so he won't damage anything that comes out, whether that's the case with the Jersey Shore boxing pump or his grandfather's fury fist...

*Hurping*

"Fuckup. Suicide Squad made 750 million at the box office. Death may be a blessing..." He opened the box!

When a silver light appeared, Ben blocked his gaze with his hand. He was too nervous to close his eyes. However, he immediately wished he did! Because the box does not emit a bright flash! In his final epic, his flash was much brighter! Terrible implications!

With red eyes, he shouted at the system, "I was kidding before! If I die, I don't die! Don't cliche! That's a better plot twist!"

As the light died down, Ben clenched his teeth, fearing the result. Ducting the young Brad Pitt, he shouted, "What's in the box ???"

...

Moments later, his fate lay on his bed in front of him: a small brown book measuring about 1 by 2 inches ...

Ben squinted his eyes, trying to understand what this thing was... He put out his cigarette, then took the book. He tried to open it, but the page was very thin, even it was difficult.

"What'sthis??? Books for ants?"

...

"How can I expect to read this if I can't even put my finger inside the page?!? The book should be at least three times larger than this!"

After struggling for a while, Ben finally opened the cover. The first page was almost empty, with only the figure of a small stick in the middle .. and he was naked, with a large erection about the size of half his body ...

"What the fuck?"

Next page. The figure completed his steps.

Ben lost his temper. He began to shift the page faster, and he immediately realized what this was. "This is one flipbook that displays animations if you flip it fast enough." Understanding how to read it, Ben holds the edge of the book between his fingers and flips through the pages at a decent pace.

Immediately, Ben's pupils widened, focusing on this animated stick figure as he started running. In just a few moments, with his huge erection swinging up and down, he became bigger and bigger. It seemed like he was planning to jump out of the courtyard! ****** that big fly over to Ben!

"Aah!!!"

...

Ben panted on the other side of the room. He had dropped the book, retreated hastily, not feeling safe until he was far away. "What demonic cartoonist made this?"

His eyes became narrow. "What is Seth MacFarlane again?"

"...A Million Ways to Die in the West is not enough? He needs to release this into the world?!?"

...

Worried, Ben sighed. 'Although I don't want to, I need to read the item data. He tricked me into watching a spin-off of The Cleveland Show.this could not be worse than being tricked by***** the demon!'

Ben approached the bed and picked up the booklet. Taking another few seconds to check the cover, he frowned. It was wrinkled with a texture like dry human skin, and Ben swore he could see what looked like a human face on it...

Remembering something, Ben gasped. "Please tell me this isn't Necronomic.ock.."

...

Despite being very uncomfortable, Ben put aside his fear, deciding to continue with the book. "I now understand how all the characters in horror movies feel. When you see such a wicked book, you can't help but read it .. Even if it wasn't written in blood and there is threatening music playing in the background. .."

"No one wants to be a party wrecker to end the plot there. Actually anyone would rather be hunted by a cannibal family than a boring weekend in a cabin with a one-dimensional friend..."

Ben sets his resolve and looks at the description of the book system. "Whatever happens, I just need to be the last girl..."

[Generator of Divine Lines (Skill Books, Cursed, Epic) x1]

"...Epic is good, but what's with that cursed part?"

[Cursed: There are some unwanted side effects, as it is self-published. Can summon a very slow demon.]

"That's because it was self-published?!?"