livingandreading

Dhvani voluntarily accepted the task of being a system. For a small chance to be reincarnated again, she aspires to level up and complete her task as soon as possible.

Ajay has everything. He is happy, and successful but inexplicably bound to a system that chatters in his mind. The system wants him to do tasks so it can level up and again, do more tasks. From being frustrated to enjoying, he changes gradually. 

But can he do something for her that he would never want to? And will she really want to unbind when she remembers something from the distant forgotten past?

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Dhvani stood in the endless white of the Memory Ocean waiting for his answer. He looked at her for a long time and ruthlessly rejected her.
"We were never meant to meet. You should remember your duties as well."
He left her there and he never saw her again. Did he regret his parting words? Yes. But can he change anything? He hoped so.
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System Status: Online

The illusion was unlike any illusion Dhvani had fantasized about. She thought maybe the illusion would be from her life or Ajay's life. Or it could be some kind of abrupt scenery.

But the bustling city before her was totally not expected. There were peddlers, street hawkers, and many street stalls. The things sold here were very beautiful and had a fantasy feeling.

Like when you recall a dream, you know the thing you saw was special but when you wake up, you wonder why you thought it was special.

She didn't understand if it felt special or not but she knew it should be special.

It also felt like she was seeing everything through a filter. A warm filter.

"Do you see everything differently?"

Dhvani felt that it was her problem.

Ajay walked without squinting. There were no demigods with him.

Reality As an Illusion