Congratulations Host!!!

(Lex POV)

"Ow! Where the heck am I?"

Looking at my abdomen and placing my hand on it blood was seeping through where my red t-shirt once was I instinctually covered it, but the smell of iron kept permeating in the air no matter what I did it flowed endlessly.

"Agh!!!"

'What did do to deserve this? How did this happen?'

Thinking back on it I'm surprised I forgot, I bumped into a guy wearing a particularly menacing leather jacket, and I glared at the guy cause the day prior was a mess, it would be a lie to say I was in a good mood.

I just planned to go on with my day, but when I looked at him his eyes went bloodshot and somehow maintained a calm glare. He walked past me but as I got further and further away I heard a bike from behind me. Turned around and... blam! A metal rod to the head.

"Ugh, the fuck did they do to me?"

Why was I shirtless? How did I get this wound? I pieced together what I believed at the time to be the most logical step.

'Ok, alright I need to get to the hospital first.' Looking around it seems I was in a construction site, tsk. I clicked my tongue and groaned the pain was unbelievably bad, tears started to swell up in my eyes.

I found a cloth that was covered in dirt, it was obscenely gross but it'd have to do to minimise the bleeding and chose to wrap it around my abdomen firmly, but it was difficult to move and my vision was getting blurry, I'm pretty sure I'm running out of time before I at least fall into a coma because of the blood loss.

"I... need... to find... keh... people."

My voice was hoarse and I even coughed a bit of blood,

'Ugh, what is this a CN novel? why am I even coughing blood, it doesn't seem to be an internal injury or a puncture.'

As I chuckled more blood poured out I thought I could use humour as a distraction from the excruciating pain. Soon I came across a road, looking both ways because I like to follow traffic laws I saw no vehicles but when I was just about to pass by, two bright lights shone like the eyes of God, or rather a truck, on it was a sign

[Truck k...]

Just before he managed to read it the truck hit him and his body went flying like a ragdoll as he bled out.

The heat from his body left him, his limbs wouldn't listen to him and ringing went on and on. He hardly had time to collect his thoughts and form words, through my blood-filled mouth.

"Mom...dad I'm sorry"

Heavy tears fall on my face as I remember my caring family, but I turned them away at every turn when they offered to help or asked what was going on, I didn't have time to think about the cause of this but looking up it seems the truck was never there, to begin with.

Slowly my already blurry vision turns red, stars appear, a light appears, and finally complete and total darkness.

(??? POV)

"Well, that was the deal thanks a lot Mr. Truck you've been a great assistance I look forward to being your services in the future."

A bright green human-like silhouette shook hands or rather tyres with a truck on the empty road.

"Beep. beep. beep!!! Beep..."

"Haha! Yes, that is exactly right seriously I wonder why you chose this job instead of being a comedian sometimes. Well okay then bye~."

The green silhouette now looked at the green silhouette and now it turned red.

"Now... what should I do with you?"

The blood-coloured figure looked at the dead body lying on the floor and a white crescent moon shaped smile on what appeared to be its head.

(Lex POV)

"Agh! Where am I? Who am I? Why am I?"

I stood hands up in a scuffed fighting stance, in an empty space, seemingly perfectly divided in black and white spanning infinitely. Before I heard.

[[Congratulations host you have been chosen to use the protagonist system!]]

'What?!'

Being an avid reader of novels I immediately got a grasp on my situation... not that I was willing to accept it since I just courted death in a very expensive wedding.

"What?... Why a protagonist system that sounds like the most dangerous one I could get! Give me something else! Something safe... pretty please, with whipped cream and a cherry on top"

I raised my hand in prayer to whatever fucked up, 8th-grade syndrome deity chose to give me a system hoping they'll feel embarrassed about their decision. Make sure to speak out loud about these feelings. I thought

'Did it work, did they cringe so hard at their attempt to make me their self insert character that they folded themselves and their entire dimensional plane out of existence?.'

Unfortunately, my hopes went unanswered and as I was about to wallow in my death and the possibility of never meeting my friends(or lack thereof) and family again.

[[First quest:Boy don't try your luck.

Second quest: World

Third quest: Protagonist]]

As heavy tears 2: electric boogaloo was about to happen I rubbed my eyes and almost instantly, I put on a cold look.

'I can cry my guts out later, for now, let's be protagonist the right way.'

With the screen in front of I tried touching the panel in front of me, but it didn't react

'Maybe I need to think to choose it? Ok, First quest... Open quest, open first quest, quest number one, Questo numero uno!....'

A few more attempts and finally

'Open quest one...'

Tired of thinking, but persevering in impatience I expected another failure but this one works!!! Then a surprising notification appeared.

Find out how to use any interaction with the system interface

Rewards: Based on performance

Failure: [Redacted]

Performance: 34 tries

Loading Reward

1_______________100

*Ting*

{Reward is a new skill: system user talent lv. ???}>

I looked blankly at the screen and was aware of how this must be some higher existence type of joke, so he chose to ignore this panel and instead looked at the important one, since he felt no changes or additional knowledge in his mind, so it probably added some instinctual use of the system to Lex's psyche.

Apologise to the higher existence as sincerely as humanly possible.

Rewards:Higher existence's a grace+Rank Z plot armour

Failure:[Redacted]

Performance: 0/100>

"Apologise sincerely huh..."

Putting my hand on my chin I purposely caressed my non-existent long martial master beard in thought.

'How do I do that, 'cause I don't feel sorry...

'Should I just purposefully fail, I wonder what redacted is...'

Having no choice in the matter except for either having to wait hours till I get bored enough to feel sorry or I can purposely fail to experiment, I could probably do this by insulting this God-like existence or whatever.

Needless to say... I chose the second option, I mean I just died what harm could possibly be done to worsen my current state of mind, and I promise I'm not a masochist... I think.

So I did it I proceeded to make fun of their mom, dad, godfather and mother, their small reproductive organ whatever they may possess, till I finally got a reaction out of them.

'The heck is this reaction.'

Not going to lie it was pretty funny to look at.

'what's going to happen~ '

[Redacted 00001 is opening] {You've opened the memories of the failed regression} "You made this decision">

Suddenly memories flooded my head, the life of a man named Kim Oh-Jin an Asian man who, based on his name is probably from some part of Korea.

The memories laid bare for Lex, on a fallen Earth a moon-sized ball of eery gas floated on top of Oh-Jin. A single tear fell down his eye with an ebony sword in his left hand and he gently holds the body of a woman and laid her on the ground. Her eyes were wide open as if she had seen the most horrifying, putrid existence in the universe. Taking the sword up to his chest and clicking something on the hilt as he reminisced in a fraction of a second about his fallen comrades from beginning to end. His family, mentor, friends, lover, and siblings all smile and wave at him as if welcoming him into his mind. Kim Oh-Jin looked with hatred at the ball of fog and slowly but surely plunged the sword through his chest.

Lex could feel it, the pain of being stabbed and the feeling of dying again, but now along with the emotions of losing all your loved ones the fear that lay behind those determined eyes when looking a the creature in the sky. The dirt in his wounds everything was so surreal, but it didn't end a flash of blue light and a confident smirk appeared on Kim Oh-Jin's face but the blue light dimmed suddenly, and he couldn't help but shudder. Looking down at the sword, the physical pain was nothing compared to all of Oh-Jin's inner turmoil in his thoughts, the despair of failure, and the reason for failure was unknown.

All his experience, all his calm composure, all of it was for naught as Oh-Jin and Lex while in sync yelled in agony towards the sky an almost inhuman and raw cry that no one would hear.

"Haaaaaap!"

Lex gasped in air and grabbed his chest, the pain he felt was so... real. The emotions, the physical wounds all of it were unnecessarily real...

Lex couldn't even think properly he tried to recall all of it, he remembered being Kim Oh-Jin but he didn't know the woman or what that existence was.

Under his breath, after everything he had gone through in what was perceptibly a few hours tops. All Lex could do at that time was whisper under his breath.

"Fuck..."

Lex's luck wasn't very good at this moment though as a new notification appeared...