Swoosh!
The scream of death echoed through the desolate landscape of Trouble's mind, its piercing shrillness sending shivers down his spine. The sound was like a cold wind that cut through his very soul, leaving him feeling raw and exposed. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The loud thuds followed, each one like a hammer blow to his already fragile heart.
Trouble's eyes snapped open, his gaze frantic as he scanned his surroundings. He was met with an eerie silence, the only sound the heavy thumping of his own heartbeat. He was standing in the middle of a crowded street, people walking by him as if he was invisible. The city lights blurred together, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the wet pavement.
As reality began to sink in, Trouble's anger flared to life. "What the...?" he muttered, his voice shaking with rage. He stumbled backward, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of what was happening. But there was nothing. Just the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
Suddenly, a projectile screen materialized in front of him, hovering in mid-air like a ghostly apparition.
Name: Trouble Forestry
Level: 1
Skills: Bad Luck, Cursed Man
Charm: 0
Attributes: 0
Quests: Allow a girl to kill you and resurrect to become the love of her life
Reward: You'll obtain all her love, and your charm will increase by 12. Keep leveling up, and more options will be added.
Trouble's eyes widened as he read the words on the screen. "What the heck is this?" he yelled, his voice echoing through the street. People gave him weird looks, but no one stopped to help.
The screen flickered, and a message appeared: "One hour remaining before your time runs out. Each passing three minutes, your body will be fading."
Trouble's eyes widened in horror as he realized that this was no joke. This was real, and he was running out of time. He stumbled backward, his heart racing with fear. What was happening to him?
The city around him began to fade, the colors bleeding away like watercolors in the rain. Trouble's vision blurred, and he felt himself losing control. He was going to die. He was going to die, and he didn't even know why.
As he stumbled through the crowd, a girl caught his eye. She was walking toward him, a look of determination on her face. Trouble's heart skipped a beat as he realized that this was it. This was the girl the system was talking about.
The girl's eyes locked onto his, and she smiled. Trouble's heart sank as he realized that he was doomed.
"Hey," she said, her voice husky and confident. "You look like you're in trouble."
Trouble's eyes widened as he read the words on the screen: "Quest updated: Allow the girl to kill you and resurrect to become the love of her life. Reward: You'll obtain all her love, and your charm will increase by 12."
He was trapped. The system had set him up, and now he was going to have to go through with it.
The girl reached out and took his hand, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Don't worry," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "I'll take care of you."
Trouble's heart was racing as he looked into her eyes. He knew he had no choice. He was trapped, and the system was laughing at him.
As the girl pulled him closer, Trouble's vision began to fade. He knew he had only an hour to figure out how to escape. But for now, he was trapped, and the system was in control.
The clock was ticking, and Trouble's fate hung precariously in the balance. Would he be able to outsmart the system and save himself? Or would he succumb to the girl's charms and become her love slave?
Trouble's mind was racing with questions. Who was this girl? Why did the system choose her? And what did it mean by "allow her to kill him"? He didn't want to die. He didn't want to be trapped in this crazy system.
But it was too late. The girl's lips were getting closer, and Trouble's vision was fading. He knew he had to act fast, or he would be trapped forever.
As he stood there, frozen in fear, Trouble's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his own heartbeat. Tick-tock, tick-tock. The clock was counting down, and Trouble's time was running out.