𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

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A moment of nothingness stretches, endless and suffocating, until a sharp voice cuts through the void, slicing through the silence like a blade.

“Host, how did you even manage to mess up this badly?”

The words are laced with exasperation and a familiar mocking edge. They yank me out of the disorienting darkness, grounding me in a way that’s both jarring and unwelcome. My chest heaves as I gasp for air, my body sluggish and alien, as though I’ve been away from it for far too long.

The voice is unmistakable—the bee system. Mocking. Infuriating.

My stomach twists as the sickening realization dawns: I’m back. Back in my own body. Back in my original world.

The weight of the truth crushes me, sharp and unrelenting. I sit up slowly, every movement heavy with exhaustion and disbelief. My hands tremble as they clutch the edge of the mattress beneath me, the texture too firm, too tangible.

The room is painfully familiar. The sterile cream-colored walls, the faint hum of distant traffic outside, the rhythmic whirl of the ceiling fan above—it’s all here. Yet, it feels alien, like I’ve been thrust into a poorly stitched version of my reality.

I blink, forcing my blurry vision to focus, but the longer I stare, the more I want to close my eyes and return to the fractured world I’ve just escaped. The world where he existed.

Wilde.

No, no, no.

I press my palms against my face, trying to quell the rising panic clawing its way up my throat. My skin feels foreign, like it belongs to someone else. My head pounds, a relentless thrum that matches the ache in my chest. Wilde’s voice echoes in my mind, the desperation in his words. You’re not Faye.

His touch. His kiss. And then—the finality of it all.

Darkness wraps around me like a suffocating shroud, cold and unyielding. My eyes snap open to an expanse of nothingness.

“What happened? Why am I here?” My voice echoes in the void, desperate, confused.

“Oh-ho, Host, do I sense reluctance in your voice? Shouldn't you be happy to be back?” The system’s voice drips with mockery, its teasing tone grating. “What happened, my dear Host, is that Wilde Seede figured out you weren’t Faye. Brilliant deduction skills, truly. As a result, the world ejected you like a bad patch of code. And for going so spectacularly OOC—oh, and failing this mission—you’ll be punished in your next mission. Delightful, isn’t it?”

I sit up—or at least I think I do. It’s hard to tell when the ground beneath you feels more like an existential question than a surface. My thoughts are spiraling.

The system clears its throat—if the synthetic chiming sound it makes can even be called that—and drags me out of my mental freefall.

“Host,” it begins, voice dripping with exaggerated pity, “I must say, this failure of yours is truly extraordinary. A masterpiece of incompetence. Bravo. Ten out of ten for originality.”

“Shut up,” I hiss, my voice raw and cracking under the weight of my frustration.

“Now, now,” the system chides, its tone sickeningly cheerful. “You’re alive, aren’t you? That’s something to celebrate. Barely, but still.”

“I was supposed to fix things,” I snap, each word a blade cutting through the haze of my despair. “I was supposed to—”

“To what? Ride off into the sunset with your handsome villain? Save the world and earn your happily ever after? Please. You’re a temporary player in a permanent game, Host. And you overstepped.”

The words hit me like ice water. My fists clench around the blanket, and I grit my teeth. “What happened to Wilde?”

“Ah, Wilde.” The system’s tone shifts, almost savoring the name. “An interesting case, but irrelevant to your current predicament. You, Host, need to focus on the next mission.”

“Next mission?” I repeat hollowly, my voice barely above a whisper. The words refuse to register, my mind stuck on Wilde—on his expression, his touch, the way he looked at me when he said I wasn’t Faye.

“Of course,” the system chirps. “Your contract isn’t fulfilled yet. Time waits for no one, after all.”

I seize on the flicker of hope. “Don’t systems have a feature to show what happens in a world after the host leaves? I need to see—”

“You’re correct, Host!” The system sounds far too pleased. “But unfortunately, that feature is inaccessible to you.”

My chest tightens as the hope slips through my fingers. “Then what was the point of all of this? I stopped the zombie apocalypse. I completed my mission—”

“No, Host,” the system interrupts, its tone turning cold. “The zombie apocalypse still happened.”

“What?”

“Wilde is not the villain of this story,” it continues, ignoring my protest. “Sara Chuay was. Her emotional instability after being rejected by both the male lead and Wilde caused the world’s destruction.”

My pulse quickens, panic surging through me. “But I—”

“You failed,” the system says with finality.

I press my shaking hands against my temples, trying to block out the words. But they keep coming. Wilde. His warmth. His pain. His hope.

“I should’ve stayed,” I whisper, a futile admission to no one.

“You were never meant to stay,” the system replies, its voice devoid of sympathy. “You’re a cog in a machine, Host. Nothing more.”

My fists clench tighter as anger and helplessness bubble over. But before I can speak, the edges of the room start to blur. My surroundings dissolve into an inky blackness, the sterile walls and muted hum of traffic fading away.

The last thing I hear is the system’s amused voice echoing through the void.

“Good luck, Host. You’ll need it.”

And just like that, I’m falling again.

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A/N: New arc coming up, I have left a hint in these last 3 chapters about it. If anyone can guess it correctly I'll dedicate the first chapter of the new arc to them.

Also if you go back you'll realise I've still not named some of the chapters meaning they're still having numbers on top of them. And I'm too lazy to name them. So if anyone comments on the chapters some cool names I'll change the names and dedicate the chapter to you guys. Thank you for reading!