Arc 1: Counterattack of the Tyrant CEO's Ex-Fiancée (Lucifer x Reader) Chapter 1

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You awoke to a mechanical voice greeting you cutely, [Greetings, Host!].

Nevermind where that disembodied computer-like voice came from, you looked around with wide eyes. A second ago you were eating fries while waiting for the traffic light to turn green but now you were standing in a soulless room with white walls and a white floor. There was no sign of a door or piece of furniture anywhere.

[Host seems confused] the voice pointed out the obvious.

Maybe you were so shocked that you couldn't bring yourself to freak out. With a steady voice, you asked aloud, "Um ... who are you? And where am I?"

There was a ding inside your head almost like the voice was expressing delight at being acknowledged. [Answering the Host, I am the Secondary Character Grievance Delivery System No. 00143 and currently, you are in the White Space.]

You didn't know what to say.

To start ... "Okay, why ... why am I here?"

[Host has died and because you fit the criteria, you are now here with me!] It sounded very happy and very proud of its explanation.

A vein throbbed in your skull as your patience waned. You wanted to hit this ... whatever this thing was.

[Huhu,] it sounded like it was sobbing [Host is being mean to me, I am not a thing!]

Oh, did you say that aloud?

[Yes!] It yelled [Host and the Secondary Character Grievance Delivery System No. 00143 are now bound, like two fated lovers, so please be more gentle with me.]

" ... "

[ ... ]

"... Look, Secondary System number whatever," you spoke as you paced around the spacious room, "I clearly remember buying French fries from a stand near work and waiting to cross the road. I close my eyes for a moment and now that I open them I'm here. I don't remember dying."

[Ding. Please direct your attention to the screen.] A flat screen made of light flashed right in front of you and it began playing a first-person film. It didn't take long for you to see the familiar red traffic light and your apartment building from across the road. This was a recording of your memories.

The memory played as you remembered it, with you even eating the fries and checking your phone. But then a volleyball bounced into the road, an event which you could not recall. Suddenly, a little boy, probably no more than six years old, ran forward with arms reaching for the ball. The light was still red and a six-wheeler truck was speeding right towards the kid. You dropped your things and dove forward. You threw him out of the way then the screen went black.

You put a hand over your mouth. Did you really die?

[Yes, the Host's body was crushed under the truck and died instantly.] The oblivious system agreed with a light, childish tone.

"No, I can't be dead. I'm not dead, I'm still ... "

[Ding. The Host's body definitely died, but the soul is immortal and so here you are.]

"No, wait! If I really am dead then what's my purpose coming here?" This so-called White Space and this annoying, bodiless, insensitive system were too shady.

[Huhuhu, the Host called me shady...]

"Tell me the situation again, and don't be stupid when you do it." Who had time to be polite when they were dead?

[Q.Q]

After "crying," the system finally explained: [Most souls are moved to limbo after death. There they are judged whether they reincarnate as a newborn human or a newborn animal, with no memory of their past lives. In special cases, one soul out of 300 trillion is chosen to bind with systems such as I.] Seeing your unimpressed expression, the system hurriedly expounded, [The fiction-loving, food-obsessed otaku Host selflessly sacrificed her life for someone else but still has many regrets and a powerful tie to her original world. It just so happens that Lord God was searching for new recruits and found your soul before it could enter limbo. After reviewing your life, Lord God assigned you to the Secondary Character Grievance Delivery System No. 00143 ].

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