Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Helios had spent most of his free time teaching the young Amon about the world ever since the day the boy first arrived. He walked him through the basics — history, politics, currency, even casual etiquette. There were things that made Amon's eyes go wide in surprise… and other things that struck him as oddly familiar, almost déjà vu-like.
And before long, Amon realized exactly where he'd been reincarnated.
"Honor Till Death..." His voice cracked with disbelief. "Why the fuck was I transmigrated here!?"
He shouted it loud enough that his voice bounced around the walls — but quickly clamped his mouth shut when he remembered he was alone in his room. A deep sigh followed as he slumped into the chair at his desk, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
He glared at his own face — one that looked far too familiar.
"What's worse is... I reincarnated as Ezeikel." He spoke the words bitterly, then forced a crooked smile. "Though I guess I'm Amon now for sure. No Ezei-Ezei today."
He chuckled dryly, but his eyes betrayed that faint dread of recognition.
[Notice]
[Host has reached the age of 18]
[Operatives Helios, Cypher, and Gold are currently approaching your room]
"Huh? Already? Cool!" Amon said, standing up and brushing the dust off his clothes.
But deep down, his thoughts wandered.
Honor Till Death — a game designed to sink its claws under its players' skin.
As the title implied, "Honor" referred to the first half of the game: the grind. The glory. The fame. The player spent the early arcs building power, forging relationships, and gathering followers or a harem. But "Till Death"? That wasn't literal — it was metaphorical. It was the descent into despair.
And Ezeikel… the antagonist.
Amon knew this world too well. Ezeikel appeared as a transfer student personally recommended by the Universe's second most powerful Heroic — Void.
Ezeikel had everything the player didn't. Boundless potential. Unmatched fame as Void's son. Strength gained through years of personal training under him.
And worst of all, he took everything from the player. The women they courted, the allies they trusted, the spotlight they earned. Slowly, painfully, the player was stripped of everything until only bitterness remained.
Even if the player had saved the world from the Xubi threats, Ezeikel turned the protagonist's triumph into humiliation.
In short, Ezeikel turned the player into a cuckold.
And Amon hated it with every fiber of his being.
PFFF—
The soft hiss of the room's sealed door opening pulled him from his thoughts. Three figures entered — Helios, Cypher, and Gold.
"Helios? What brings you guys here?" Amon asked with feigned confusion. He already knew why they were here, but he wasn't about to ruin their dramatic reveal.
"Stand up, kiddo~ we've got someplace to go!" Cypher sang out in her usual playful tone.
Expected.
But as Amon's eyes accidentally met hers — that teasing wink, that sharp suit wrapping her… voluptuous figure — he couldn't help but blush.
Helios immediately noticed and elbowed Cypher sharply in the ribs. She winced in pain, nearly doubling over, doing her best to stay composed and not collapse right there.
"Let's go," Helios said curtly.
Gold nodded silently and followed. Cypher grumbled under her breath, one hand pressed against her injured side, the other helping her balance as she trailed after them.
Amon followed the trio through the bustling hallways of the Evanguade OHA Headquarters. The sight of other Operatives passing by with precision and purpose made him realize just how massive and structured this organization truly was.
Before long, they reached another building nearby — smaller than the HQ, but still imposing in its design.
The NEXUS Surgical Centre, or NEXUS SC for short.
Amon's eyes widened. "Woah..."
The place was enormous. Transparent corridors and silver-plated walls reflected the sterile glow of white-blue lights. Dozens of people bustled around — some carrying clipboards, others escorting new arrivals.
And then—
He froze.
In one corner, a couple was… having fun. Right there. Out in the open.
Amon's face flushed red. "I-In public!?" he muttered under his breath, his eyes darting away.
"Don't bother them," Helios said calmly. "It's common to see such acts, whether the place is crowded or not."
Amon stared at him in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me..."
Society here was definitely... different. Even the game hadn't described this kind of detail.
He followed the group deeper into the facility, trying to erase that mental image from his brain. Eventually, they stopped at a large, partitioned chamber filled with sleek metallic beds and transparent panels. Each enclosed section resembled a miniature operating theater — private enough for surgery, yet visible through reinforced glass from the outside.
Dozens of youths around his age were there — some being guided in by medical staff, others already lying still as robotic arms performed their delicate work.
The scent of antiseptic filled the air.
Gold gestured for Amon to enter one of the available stations, and Amon stepped inside.
"Ah, Operative Gold!" The doctor — a middle-aged man with cybernetic eyes — greeted them warmly. "Nice to meet you again. Is this the young one I'm supposed to operate on?"
Gold gave a silent nod, saying nothing as usual.
"I see. Alright then." The doctor patted the cushioned bed. "Lay here. Face down, back up. Don't move unless you want to end up being tossed like trash, understood?"
Amon blinked. "Uh, got it."
He climbed onto the bed, adjusting himself as instructed. The cool surface of the table made him shiver slightly. Gold gave a brief nod and exited the room as the operation prepared to begin.
Outside the surgical chamber, Cypher leaned against the wall, chewing on a piece of gum. "What do you think his NEXUS is gonna be?" she asked, curiosity evident in her voice.
"Unsure," Helios replied. "We've only known him for three days, Cypher."
"Whatever it ends up being," he added, "I'll train him for a year before sending him to Evanguade's Nexus Academy." His tone was flat, but the weight behind his words was firm.
Murmurs began to ripple through the area.
"Isn't that Cypher?"
"Wait, that's Helios!"
"Hold up— Operative Gold too? Why are they here?"
People were whispering everywhere.
Helios sighed quietly. Gold didn't even flinch. Cypher, on the other hand, smirked and gave the crowd a playful little wave.
Despite being Operatives — typically working behind the scenes — they had fought alongside Heroics often enough, both in person and through comms, to become familiar faces.
Still, none of them paid much attention to the crowd. Public recognition meant nothing to Operatives. They were trained to avoid the spotlight — to remain composed, professional, and detached, even if the world whispered their names.
And for these three... that professionalism was second nature.