Chapter Twenty Eight
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[Welcome, host. Before you begin your journey from a Demonic Streamer to a Cosmic Sensation, you must make a choice.]
[The choice is...]
[What kind of streamer would the host like to become?]
[After your performance during the tutorial mission three career paths have been evaluated for host as a streamer with a mix of two career options. Please pick one.]
[1 – Male Model + Mantoy]
[Description – Sleep Your Way To The Top! (Suggested By : Lust and Envy)]
[2 – Mukbang Creator + Professional Hater]
[Description – Ragebait Others While Munching To Rise To The Top! (Suggested By : Sloth and Gluttony)]
[3 – Hunter + Professor]
[Description – Fight Your Way To The Top And Take Back What Is Yours! (Suggested By: Pride and Wrath)]
The transparent blue screen flickered right in front of Ren’s eyes, through which his eyes saw the teary red eyes of Elena.
’Why is he staring so intently at me? Could it be that he thinks that Sian is my boyfriend and I cheated on him?’ Negative thoughts overflowed Elena’s brain as her fists clenched even tighter. "Ren, I–"
"You don’t need to force yourself to tell me anything." Ren forced a small smile on his face before getting back on his as he lifted Elena in his arms with ease. "Take your time."
Elena’s heartbeat stopped for a moment as she stared into Ren’s eyes which were cold as ice. "Have you become friends with Sian?"
’I like the second option. But, I need to go with the third option to settle the previous owner’s debt of giving me this new life. Is there a way to change it later, system?’ Ren sighed, waiting for the blue screen to answer as his feet kept moving while he held Elena tight in his arms. "Yes. I’ve promised to take care of him during the test. Also, taught him some fighting techniques during my seclusion so we grew a little close."
[Currently, there’s no such information about changing options in the system, host.]
"Please take care of him inside. If this is the path Sian wants in the end, I won’t stop him." Elena’s body trembled like a broken leaf as Ren climbed on the escalator going to the ground floor.
"Is he your ex boyfriend?" Elena’s face scrunched in confusion as her gaze met Ren’s cold ones.
After a good three seconds, Elena shook her head sideways which eased Ren’s body as his eyes grew gentler. "I’ve never had a boyfriend."
’Option three, System.’ Ren broke the staring contest with Elena as he looked at the blue screen, feeling lighter than ever for some reason.
[Career Path Selected: Hunter + Professor]
[Path Synthesis in progress...]
[Congratulations, host! You have chosen the path made by Wrath and Pride. Please keep your blood hot, mind cold and head high.]
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[Welcome To The Demonic Streamer System (V.01)]
[Name : Ren Esper]
[Age : 22]
[Race : Transmigrated Human]
[Profession : Hunter/Professor]
[Streamer ID : GISIJW6819]
[Class : ??? (Unlocks After First Mission)]
[Subclass : ??? (Unlocks After First Mission)]
[Rank : ??? (Unlocks After First Mission)]
[Passive Skill : No Learnt Passive Skill (Can Learn One At Max) (Upgradable At Profession Level 50)]
[Skills : No Learnt Skills (Can Learn 2 At Max) (Upgradable At Profession Level 50)]
[Buffs/Nerfs : None (Only One Can Be Active At A Time, Can’t Be Changed Until The Duration Is Over)]
[Current Viewers Allowed : 7 Sins (Upgradable At Streamer Level 50)]
’What about the stats?’ Ren questioned, staring at the blue screen as he exited the escalator.
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[Stats Panel]
[Profession Level : 1]
[Exp : 0 / 3000 (Offered During Profession Tasks)]
[Stat Points : 0 (Each Level Grants You 5 Points)]
[User Stats :]
[ Knowledge: 25 ] [Looks : 55 ] [Strength : 45 ] [Dexterity : 25 ] [Defense : 10 ] [Health : 35 ]
[Rebirths : 0 (Each Rebirth Increases Your Stat Points By 10 %]
[Streamer Level : 1]
[Popularity : 0 / 3000 (Offered When Viewers Gift)]
[Shop Points : 0 (Each Level Grants 10 Points)]
’Looks 55, huh.’ Ren almost snorted as his boots hit the polished floor of the ground floor lobby with Elena’s weight still cradled against his chest. ’Good to know you think I’m mid.’
The escalator hummed behind them, depositing other people.
The blue screen lingered at the edge of his vision, stats panel still glowing. ’Rebirth? What do you mean?’
[Host needs to be at Profession Level 1000 and Streamer Level 1000 to access that information. ]
’I see.’
"Ren." Elena’s voice was small as she pulled Ren away from his thoughts. "You can put me down now."
"In a minute." Ren adjusted his grip, ignoring the stares from the people. "Your hands are still bleeding. Let’s go to the parking lot, first."
"My hands are bleeding. Not my legs."
"I don’t really care."
"I see. Can I ask you something?" Elena murmured as she played with her fingers on her lap, avoiding the stares of numerous people carrying shopping bags.
Ren hummed as the mall doors automatically slid open. The sunlight hitting his face, making it shine for Elena’s eyes.
"That... Are you into polygamy?"
The question hung in the air as Ren’s steps faltered for just a fraction of a second before he recovered, moving with twice his earlier speed to find Elena’s car.
"Ren?"
"Where do you find questions like these? Could it be you want me to be one of your many husbands, Miss Lavel?"
"No! No!" Elena felt a lump form in her throat as her breathing quickened while her cheeks flushed red and her heart threatened to jump out of her chest. "Misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding!"
"And, what exactly is a misunderstanding? Didn’t Miss Elena ask if I’m into polygamy? Doesn’t it mean that you like collecting handsome, innocent guys like me?"
"Stop it." Elena tched, pouting as she stretched her left hand in a straight line, pointing at a car. "That’s my car."
Ren followed the direction of her thin milky white hand which seemed to be a black sedan parked three spots away.
Without another word, Ren quickly carried Elena to the passenger side and opened the door with one hand, placing Elena inside, then jogged to the driver’s side and got in as the air around them seemed to chill.
"Give me the report on Donovan and the mall which I asked you to handle." Ren’s eyes turned cold as ice as he twisted the car key that was already in the key hole, making the engine roar to life.
"Ah... It was a plan to—" Before Elena could have continued, a scream made her voice die in her throat.
Bloodied handprints appeared on Ren’s side of the window as the man outside continued wailing.
"Help! YOU HAVE TO HELP US, REN LOIANE!"
’...Loiane?’