My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Bound to a system without his consent, our MC begins his world-hopping journey. In the first world, MC: Oi, you said I am taking over an actor's body. System: *trembles in fright* MC: Then why am I fucking cat?!? In the second world, MC: Oi, you said I'm supposed to be the young master of the house. System: *cries* MC: Then why am I inside the mute younger brother's body?!? And so on... He is informed to take over innocent mob characters and cannon fodder, then why does he always end up inside the bodies of badly tormented characters instead? MC: System, do you have a grudge against me? Are you secretly an S? System: ... I'm innocent, ah! MC is shou/uke/bottom. 1v1, male x male Warning: This is gay fiction. BL. Has mature content. DISCLAIMER: The images that come with the story are not mine.

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".