Is it better to be a Beta?

Is it beta to die?

Jia Hyson has experienced a few strange things in his life. Stalkers. Sabotage. School children. And he's more or less shaken them off well with varying degrees.

Well. Until now anyway.

"You..." Jia Hyson rasps out in pain as he lays dying on the street, soaking in a growing pile of his own blood. The young girl got him good, must have read about how to properly make sure someone bleed to death from her father's crime novels. He hasn't recognized her before, but now that he sees her in broad daylight he can more or less imagine the sort of trap he's unwittingly been woven into.

His murderer drops the knife from her shaking, gloved hands and runs while the chaos of the crowd draws near.

Staring helplessly as she gets away Jia Hyson closes his eyes and tries his best to block out the pain as he dies.

...

Sliding into the realm of death feels like falling into a dreamless sleep. One moment he was in excruciating pain and after a period of darkness he found himself perfectly fine. Opening his eyes Jia Hyson finds himself standing in a plain, almost empty white room. There was nothing but him and a single white chair in the middle of it.

It wasn't exactly what he would've thought Heaven would be like but beggars couldn't exactly be choosers. Besides, it wasn't exactly like he'd been a virtuous virgin in his life either. Maybe this is just what people like him get in the holy lands.

As he looks over to study the one piece of furniture in the room, he almost jumps when he realizes there was items sitting on top of the chair. Those had clearly not been there before.

Tentatively Jia Hyson picks up a very nice slim black notebook, half the size as a normal piece of paper, and a silver bangle with delicate engravings. "Damn it looks pure too," he mutters as he admires the bangle in puzzled awe. A bangle and a notebook. What an odd pair of items heaven decided to bestow on him.

With literally nothing to lose, he slips the bangle on.

Immediately the bangle warms up around his wrist and the engravings begin to glow blue. A small holographic screen pops up from the glowing bracelet to hover in front of him much to his shock.

"Hello Jia Hyson. I am Bebe, your System."

Jia Hyson squeals in a very unmanly manner, not from fright or surprise, but from pure elated excitement. A system! He's a transmigrator! This! Was! The! Best!

Bebe the system: '... this was its' new master?'

"Um, hello Bebe," he greets politely, voice trembling in delight. As a fan of online novels and stories he's read, criticized and enjoyed many tales regarding reincarnation, world hopping, transmigrations and system administration. Never in his wildest imagination did he think he could be a part of one.

"Hello," Bebe greets back. While obviously robotic, the voice contains a distinguished elegance that screamed it was a high class product and it knew it. "I am Bebe, your system. You are currently located in your provided safe space where you can stay for prolonged periods of time. Access to basic furniture can be unlocked once you complete the first mission."

Forgetting the fact that he was old enough to be considered an uncle, Jia Hyson jumps up and down like a child brimming with eagerness. His mind already running through various scenarios and scenes. Honestly he feels like he should thank the girl who stabbed him, since now he can finally live through one of his favorite fantasies since he first came upon the genre.

"Mission?" He prompts with bursting curiosity. Was it acting out as a main character? Cannonfodder? Trying to preserve the plot? Break the plot?

Suddenly Jia Hyson felt a little nervous. He knows himself well enough to know that while he was a fairly skilled liar, that may not necessarily translate to a talent in long term acting, especially if he had to portray a character so opposing his current introverted personality.