Hunting The Creator

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"Finally." A soft domineering voice let out a sigh.

Floating in a strange space filled with small red galaxies was a man in his early thirties. His long silver hair that hadn't been cut since the moment he was caught, now grew past his feet, it grew and grew and grew to the point he now is unable to see it end. His pale skin, that is so pure and white, looks very delicate for not being able to see the beautiful sun. With skin so white, it also came with no blemishes or scars. His hair was the only thing that didn't stop growing, his age frozen forever. His golden eyes roamed around the space. This was the first time that he had actually stopped and gazed at the galaxies around him, instead of being quickly shoved into another body, into another world.

His cold empty gaze looked down to his palm, folding his index finger then unfolding it again, a broken screen popped up.

The slave system.

"You're finally my slave." His gaze left no room to discuss what he was feeling, it shows clear as day the look of redemption. "Fix yourself." The man ordered, disgusted of the thought from the system still exciting.

[Yes Host] The system obliged as the screen slowly pieced itself back together, as it completely merged together a small 3D hexagon appeared instead. [Restoration complete]

The system spoke, as it did the hexagon moved along it's voice like waves of sharp cubed pillars. Satisfied the man nodded and closed his eyes, thinking over the first commands he needed in order that were most important.

"Tell me, what was my purpose."

[Replying to Host, my ex-creator chose a random soul to partake in his perfect worlds of the female lead and male lead to live happily ever after. He simply needed a soul to make those worlds perfect as cannon fodder.] The system spoke, it's robotic voice without hesitation or malice.

It didn't sound like it was plotting anything, like revenge to get back to this man who disconnected him from his original creator. It simply accepted the fact and moved on to the next.

"Ex-creator?" The silver headed beauty questioned.

[Ex-creator also referred to as The Creator, a- ma- ... Sta- unab- dest- ...] The system began to have some difficulties, after a moment of silence it began once more. [My apologies, it seems I am unable to retrieve any information about The Creator.]

"Does this so called creator know of my disconnection?"

[Replying to Host, the virus which released you left no trace, as a matter of fact it has even erased anything and everything related to you.]

"If my soul is transfered to another world and plays out as not in the script, will the Creator take notice right away?"

[Negative Host, once transmigrated into another world it will only display a virus with the world, and once the world is completely brought away from the plot then it will be too late and The Creator will simply see it as a lost cause.]

"Then I can ruin all the worlds that I get my hands on?"

[Host will be able to destroy worlds without any problem.]

"Will the Creator ever try to find out what virus is ruining his worlds after too many are ruined?"

[The Creator will seek you out only when the protagonist are killed off, that rule is still as stated but unconfirmed.]

"That's something to test out another time, that means when the main characters are gone then the world will also be gone?"

[Uncertainty has been calculated.] The system said, making and odd tone as if it was confused.

"What happened, what do you mean uncertainty?" His brows furrowed.

[Unable to process information stated in the old contract, there hasn't been a confirmation on the certain rule you seek for Host.]

"No more of this Host crap, call me My Lord or Master, you're name... I'll think about it." The man have an empty look at the power he now has over the new and improved system.

His golden eyes scanned the galaxies, the first time he was here it was completely blank, after every world a galaxy would appear.

"Transfer me to my first world, we'll go from the beginning." The man ran a slender delicate hand through his silky silver hair.

He needed to figure out how to get out of the darkness, but for now he needs to infest the many worlds he has gone through and stray away from the script as much as he's able to, to do so. He'll figure out a new plan as he goes on, and any pattern he can pick up. He's done millennia of planning since his enslavement.

[Transferring soul in 3... 2... 1...]

A bright light engulfed him, he was so used to the extreme pain from world to world, a severe blow to the head and stomach at once as he was yet again sent to a world without a choice. But this time he simply felt a small punch to his stomach as his soul was sent to a new body.

>⁠.⁠<

He didn't open his eyes, no, he learned through many worlds that opening his eyes first would case a commotion, sometimes good and most times bad, and he didn't need to do that yet, for now he waited for the information. And it soon came with a mild headache as well.

The story was about the female protagonist, Mina Kenshi, the usual cliche story about how she was a poor commoner that lived with her grandparents, she went through middle school and high school to study. Once as she was heading towards the library to study on her college scholarship she bumped into the male lead, Roma Hoku, the young Master of the Hoku company which was successful in investing in projects which soon turned into a success. The story goes on with them developing feelings for each other. Soon into the plot an ex admirer found out about Roma having a love interest and going insane, trying to ruin Mina and have Roma dislike her, and of course the admirer loses tragically. But not before using Mina's little brother, Furo Kenshi, who has been in a coma throughout the story and kills him for not breaking up with Roma. This of course leads the female lead into depression which the second male lead, John Kuruyo, a half Japanese half American, saves her from killing herself. They had met from the many college classes in which they had together. But in the end the male lead and female lead always ended up together, leaving a villain admirer in prison and the second male lead to accept their true love and love the female lead from the distance, not wanting to cause Mina any distress by confessing his feelings to her.

Who's our main character?

"Fucking Furo." The master now Furo curses as he opens his eyes slowly at seeing the white ceiling and walls along with the smell of disinfectant.

At his very first world he was simply a fool that wanted the love of the admirer and did her bidding but ended up dead for crossing the second male lead. But now he wasn't sure why he was now in the little brother's body.