Chapter 2: S-Class Story Characters

Lynn really didn't want to live anymore!

Feeling the cold barrel pressed against his forehead, *his mind was very calm, and he even felt like sighing.*

Transmigration was supposed to be a wonderful thing, and binding with a system was the icing on the cake.

But when these two things happened simultaneously to Lindsay, a good thing turned into a complete "beautiful departure."

Half a month had passed since he transmigrated to this world.

He now had reason to suspect that this malfunctioning system had latched onto him with the attitude of "wanting to kill the host" from the very beginning.

[Character Name: Carol Boyle]

[Plot Level: C]

[Plot Deviation: 0.00%]

Looking at the few lines of text above Carol's head, where she sat pretending to cry, Lynn felt a bit helpless.

As expected, this didn't meet the conditions either.

As he thought about it, he prepared to shut down the system.

But just then, a window suddenly popped up before his eyes.

[System not yet activated, please complete the prerequisite tasks to unlock all modules.]

[Detecting current host status...]

[Detected host still engaged in "passive behavior"... Warning!!! Warning!!!]

Here we go again, with this infuriating system.

Watching the countless pop-up windows fluttering like snowflakes in front of him and the sharp buzzing echoing deep in his mind, *Lynn felt numb.*

"Just shoot."

He spoke once more to the burly man with a gun in front of him.

Not that he really wanted to die.

But with this constant mental torment, he might as well start over sooner.

Quite peculiar.

This system wasn't like those in the web novels he'd read in his previous life, where they threatened hosts with various punishments to force them to complete tasks.

It didn't punish, it just warned.

But the warning pop-ups were printed on his retinas, visible even with his eyes closed, a sea of red, terrifying.

As for that sharp buzzing, it directly affected his consciousness, so covering his ears was useless.

As long as the system detected that he hadn't completed the prerequisite tasks, it would judge it as "passive behavior," and then bombard him with interruptions twenty-four hours a day.

Lynn hadn't really slept for half a month.

Now he just felt his head splitting.

Every time he hit the pillow, it was as if he had committed some grievous sin, with pop-ups and buzzing bombarding him back and forth, leaving him no peace.

The only thing that somewhat eased it was drinking to drown his sorrows.

After experiencing it so far, Lynn felt that the emotional value the system provided him was greater than its functionality.

If you asked what emotional value, apart from disgust, there really wasn't any.

But that was indeed greater than its functionality.

Alright, if it's going to bother me this much, couldn't I just complete the prerequisite task?

That's how Lynn thought initially.

But after learning about its content, he went completely mad.

The prerequisite task was just one short sentence, seemingly very simple.

[Please make contact with any S-Class plot character and increase their plot deviation to 0.01%.]

For now, he set aside what plot deviation meant.

Judging from its literal meaning, so-called S-Class plot characters were probably crucial roles closely linked to the main storyline, capable of influencing the future and everyone's outcomes.

Even without the system reminder, he knew such characters must be extremely rare.

Perhaps there were only a handful scattered around the entire world.

The good news was, this world was from a fantasy novel he had read in his previous life, so he still vaguely remembered the plot.

The bad news was, he was currently in a border town called Orne, tens of thousands of miles away from the Saint Laurent Empire's central region.

Thinking practically, such extremely rare S-Class plot characters would most likely only appear on the grand stage of the Imperial Capital, where the world was watching.

After all, most of the plot unfolded there.

Even if not, they'd never appear in a place like Orne, which wasn't even mentioned in the original work.

So the only way out now was to venture to the Imperial Capital.

However, traveling to the Imperial Capital required a significant amount of money, which he couldn't easily earn in his current muddled state in a short period.

Now a vicious cycle had formed.

Enduring the system's mental pollution, *Lynn drifted into wild thoughts.*

On the other hand, the man with the gun felt frightened.

He had seen many people begging for mercy, but this was the first time someone had begged to be killed.

"Should... should I really shoot?"

"Go ahead!"

"Don't push me!!!"

"I'm begging you, just f*cking shoot!!!"

"You!!!"

Looking at the dark-haired boy holding his forehead, his expression of expectation seemingly hiding a hint of ferocity, the man swallowed hard.

But he couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger on the revolver in his hand.

Though he looked fierce and menacing, he had never even been in a fight.

Such is the irony of fate.

At this moment, the one begging to be shot was being pointed at, but the one holding the gun lacked the courage.

The atmosphere strangely became deadlocked.

"Forget it, Werner." Finally, Carol couldn't stand it anymore and sighed helplessly, "Put down the gun."

"Okay, sis."

The man's form of address even changed, and he obediently returned the revolver to his pocket, feeling relieved.

At the same time, he subconsciously took half a step back, retreating further from this guy.

"You seem to have known my intentions for a while? When did you find out?"

Carol folded her arms and looked at Lynn expressionlessly.

She had even sold some allure today to bait this big fish, but it ended up being all for nothing.

This guy seemed certain Werner wouldn't shoot, so he was utterly unrestrained.

With that, any leverage or blackmailing chip she had vanished completely.

After all, she didn't dare to really let her brother bear the burden of a life.

"From the start."

The system's warning gradually quieted down, which reduced Lynn's irritation significantly, and his tight frown slowly relaxed.

Upon hearing this, Carol raised an eyebrow, "I don't believe you."

"Really." Lynn rubbed his brow, "To me, beautiful women are like roses with thorns. The closer you get, the more you have to be wary of getting pricked."

"At least you can talk." Carol intended to sneer when Lynn called her a beautiful woman, but she couldn't help herself, and the corner of her mouth slightly lifted, "But I didn't feel that from you at all."

"For today, let's just say I misjudged and got it wrong, so I'll spare you this time." With that, Carol left without a backward glance toward the door.

Halfway there, she suddenly stopped.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Lynn."

"Lynn, I hope the next time we meet... Wait, no, let's not meet again!"

The thought of earlier events made Carol seethe with anger once more.

This kid was wicked, clearly knowing everything yet pretending to be innocent while saying those irksome words.

No, they would soon be eager to meet me again.

Watching the pair of siblings depart, Lynn smirked.

Then, with a flick of his right hand, two items appeared in his palm.

One was a gun and the other a women's wallet.

The gun naturally belonged to the brother, Werner, and the wallet was what he'd pocketed when he was pushed by Carol.

From the start, Lynn knew that someone who looked like a noble would become her target.

But alas, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Wasn't she just a fat sheep in Lynn's eyes?

After all, for him now, making money was imperative.

On one hand, he needed to interact with strangers to see if he could complete the task by luck, and on the other, to try saving up for a ticket to the Imperial Capital.

In such circumstances, the source of money didn't matter anymore.