Nik Faran (1)
A/N: Expect porn/smut logic!
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[Do you remember how you got here?]
A translucent red panel with golden texts inquires about the man's circumstances in a domain of absolute white. Despite his inability to locate anything except for the translucent red panel, the stranger feels a solid platform underneath, preventing him from falling... indefinitely.
Long and dark, even lush—that's what the youth's hair looked like. From behind, one may even say that this man took care of his hair better than many women. His skin is a bit toasty. Not fair, but warmer and wheaty in color. A small scar can be observed on the corner of his right brow. His naked body happened to be frail, as if he were specifically made to look more like a delicate yet exotic-looking female than a man. After all, the natural glossy feel of his skin that could be sensed from the pure white world indicated a youth's lifestyle, or so one would misjudge.
"I was executed. For trying to escape my home," the youth mutters the answer to the question under his breath. His eyes are blank and his left hand traced his neck, "There was a guillotine and... a bucket filled with heads right below me. Why am I not dead?" He inquired. Despite his situation, the youth was soft-spoken. It wasn't that raging waves didn't threaten to tear apart his calm facade but this is how he was trained. To remain soft. To evoke the natural feeling of protectiveness from his 'customers.'
Why?
For a great tip, of course.
However, the entity that represented this translucent crimson screen happened to be impervious to the charms of the youth.
[Death is a relative term.]. Your process of cleansing and reincarnation has not been fully executed and you retain a chance to 'live.' From now on, please keep your answers in two short terms: Yes or no. You will get a chance to question me about your situation as you see fit after this small, voluntary procedure.
[Note that any answer aside from the stated terms will be regarded as non-compliance to the policies and your process of 'death' will be continued shortly after.]
[Do you understand this well?]
The youth stared at the screen silently. Instead of replying, he looked around. Although his body could move, his feet seemed to be stuck in place and wouldn't budge no matter what.
"Yes."
He nodded.
[At a chance for a new life, would you complete a single task?]
He frowned. If he didn't want a better life, he wouldn't have tried to escape that rather beautiful hell manned by one rather gruesome trainer.
"Yes."
[At a chance for a new life for one task that may continue for a foreseeable future, will you accomplish everything asked of you?]
His furrow deepened.
"... No."
The youth replied while closing his eyes, expecting everything to end now. Wasn't this the same thing as his previous job? If so, what's the point?
But the expected oblivion he felt when his head was separated from his body, like last time, didn't occur. Slowly, he opened his eyes and found the words on the screen had now shifted.
[Voluntary contract is applicable.]. [Do you wish to understand your circumstances?]
"Yes."
The crimson screen flashed and the youth felt his surroundings turn into a blur, which was strange because all he could see was endless white. The only thing that actually blurred was the crimson screen. Adopting a strange expression, he felt a new form of understanding. This transfer of information transcended the method of reading and learning and then acquiring already-learned knowledge for future use. This was fixed. What he was forced to understand was the general knowledge of causality.
Why he didn't die? Only this remained a mystery.
[Do you accept these conditions?]
'It is... too good to be true, actually. No, it only looks good until I'm forced into these conditions...' The youth traced his chin thoughtfully. Right now, it is true that he had nothing to lose. He was... no, he IS dead.
Most likely, in his previous world, his body is probably handed off to the darker section of his 'home'—the necrophilia section, where his body might be hardened and stuffed using chemical substances.
'Dang, I forgot about that. Not even a proper cremation.'
He scowled. His previous job was, in a word: All-encompassing.
Yet, being disappointed about his death wasn't his highest priority. It is to make use of this new opportunity.
"Yes," the youth finally sighed.
His vision instantly darkened and the words on the screen began to change.
[Nik Faran, coded: GC—EHG—98034, added to Infinity. Authority Rank: 0 (0/100). Scanning compatible bloodline...
Scan complete. Reconstructing the body.
Bloodline Selected: Adonis' Ember (Common).
Mark of Infinity constructed.
Selecting Paradise.]
Meanwhile, even if Nik's eyes were now closed as he stood in the same spot, another screen popped into his 'gaze' as if it were inside his head.
[Do you have any additional inquiries?]
Until now, everything felt like a dream. His caretaker's death, then his own, and now this. A sense of numbness was already present inside of him and he couldn't help but question. His voice didn't echo but the mysterious entity was well aware of the question and replied through the screen.
[I am a formless entity.]. [Refer to me as Infinity, if you must.]
Another question followed up.
I have not selected you for your profession. Such motives are meaningless to me and as already described, I only wish... things.
The youth felt his head buzz and he sighed.
[It is not a matter of your will.]. Your plane considers you 'removed' and even if you wish, you may not return to that plane until you hold sufficient strength. However, since you don't wish to return, it works out just fine.
Soon, his consciousness faded, as he truly had nothing to ask. If given proper time to process his situation, then countless inquiries would follow, but the mysterious entity wasn't bent on it. However, Nik already knew what needed to be done. To survive, at least.
He simply switched jobs. That's all. From one overbearing cunt to another mysterious one. Still, he felt lucky that he wouldn't be forced to work on some wrinkled and rich screw-up always asking for him in his previous world, even if his corpse might still be used.
'Oh, sh*t, I forgot to ask if I'll still be naked—'
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A sweet and rare warm autumn evening in October.
From a bird's point of view, neat structures built on either side of a paved street with colorful banners and loud calling of many sellers setting their stalls indicated the small street to be a market, a rather frequented one since the evening sun basked plenty of men and women in its hazy orange glow. Couples walked hand-in-hand and this market seemed to be more friendly and warm in its presentation. After all, most of the stores were the front of the houses of the owners. This gave customers a pleasant and comforting feeling.
Behind one such store, a bookstore, to be precise, a young woman could be seen practicing with a bamboo sword. The sword is taped in the tip, center, and attachment of the hilt. With her tight grip, she handles the sword with expertise.
"Hup!"
She swung the bokken, and it let out a sharp whistle as if cutting through the air. The area in which she practiced seemed to be a small backyard. Walls surround the small garden, with a single tree growing from the corner and shrubbery lined against the perimeter. The grass and leaves were quite a bit dry, and a large patch of ground was already devoid of its greenery.
Despite it being strangely warm, the girl wore a thin jacket and a pair of warm training trousers. After all, she didn't wish to catch a cold by giving in to the temperature and wearing shorter and thinner clothes.
"Hup!"
Sucking in a mouthful of air, the woman moved quickly. Her shoulder-length coffee-brown hair was tied into a tight pony, yet her bangs, especially two unruly ones, couldn't be managed easily, which gave her a refreshing and untamable impression.
*Krshh*
Her boots skidded across the ground with a coarse sound, and she struck her bokken vertically and fiercely once again.
But as she struck, her hair bangs began to whip without any control. A gale seemed to be blowing right over her head, and unknown to her, a meter right above her head, a pitch-black hole spread out from the void as if it could slice the empty space itself.
"Hmm?" The woman looked up, and her eyes widened before she hurriedly rolled and stepped forward.
"Mom—"
She shouted instinctively when a body fell right in front of her.
The black mouth closed instantly and the gale disappeared as if it weren't present in the first place.
The woman fell silent. After all, the body fell on the ground face first and all that was right in front of her widened eyes were a pair of tight buttocks. An unconscious man with his cheeks presented while a sweating woman clenching a thick wooden stick taped from the tip as if to purposely make it blunt and smoother. Just this sight was enough to fill the spectators with strange, bubbling emotions and this was true for an older, middle-aged woman who finally slid open the dark-tinted glass door to the backyard and snapped, "Call the ambulance! He's bleeding!"
Yet, for a moment, both of them couldn't help but glance at the long mark—almost a tattoo—but it seemed like a deformity Instead from the left elbow stretched out, a single spiral of a red mark could be seen imprinted on the body of this strange visitor.
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"Hmm?"
He woke up. Blinking, the first sight happened to be his twitching toes under the cover of a comfortable white sheet. There were four walls around him but no handcuff or wooden saltire cross to spread him over.
'Looks like a hospital...' He looked around and his body ached simultaneously. Not only that...
Nik could see the blur of the patch over the bridge of his nose and poking it slightly made him twitch.
'Broken? Did I land bad?'
If only he knew.
*Click*
A man with soft features walked in and seeing the patient already sitting up and looking around curiously, he couldn't help but scowl momentarily. There were internal reasons for such a reaction. Yet, being the nurse and having the identification card pinned to his uniform meant showing a smile and treating every patient without any stereotype commanding their actions.
'Beautiful bastard...' Clearly, this male nurse couldn't.
"Hello, are you feeling well?" The nurse sighed and inquired. Finally realizing why his rather irresponsible senior would relinquish this task to him so quickly. Given the meager amount of self-respect his senior controlled barely that would slip in her drunken stupor, and the silent records of her irresponsible behavior all indicated that the foreigner in front of him was making that 'bad' decision that might end up getting her fired.
However, the dark-haired patient only tilted his head inquisitively. Although he said something, the nurse couldn't understand it at all.
"Not a native tongue, huh?" the nurse smiled and stretched his hand towards the man, making the patient flinch for a moment but what followed was a surprising moment. With an intense stare, the patient's eyes acted as a warning and the nurse stopped in his action.
Awkwardly taking his hand back, he picked up the empty glass set on the stand next to the hospital bed and poured water before offering it to the patient. This action was met with a warm welcome as the patient took the glass with a nod and drank it.
'I can't even communicate. There are only two ways about it. Either learn the language or raise my authority enough to purchase it from that mysterious organization.' Nik muses internally.
He handed the glass back to the nurse in a white t-shirt and trousers before looking at the single mark on his left forearm.
'It's real... I managed to escape her. Nice!' His eyes glowed. Excitement bubbled in his body and he instantly stepped out of bed. His gown was pulled by the blanket a bit carelessly and the nurse's eyes widened.
'Sweet mother anaconda, that's limp?!'
The nurse wanted this patient outside the country at once.
"Nik..."
The nurse's brows twitched. This word was clear enough. It sounded a bit western, but too short to categorize it as such instantly. Seeing the patient pointing at himself and speaking the word Nik once again, realization flickered in the nurse's eyes, and he sighed softly. It was hard to get mad at such a face that looked so sincere.
"Takato," the nurse smiled and pointed at himself.
"Taco..." Nik nodded and walked past him, pushing open the only door to find a rather familiar type of toilet, which instantly brightened his mood.
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"So? Any theory?"
"Have you been watching those detective shows again?"
Two men in blue uniforms walked through the neat corridor of the hospital, the antiseptic scent making them inwardly bitter for a moment. One of them was partially bald with an oily spot that reflected the light, and the other one had graying sideburns. Exposed by the older of the two, the one with grey sideburns scowled and asked hesitantly.
"How did you know?"
"You would usually say, Did you find anything, Shinto-san? And I saw you taking that Holmes series back home. And you are supposed to be the energetic and aspiring detective... sigh," the man with whitened hair shook his head and the younger partner couldn't help but chuckle in embarrassment.
"But, no. That kid is not present in any records. And that mother-daughter pair seemed convinced that this kid suddenly fell from the sky and broke his nose. Good thing that they turned him in but if he wasn't unconscious, the kid would have been looking at serious sexual assault charges."
"Um, Shinto-san, isn't it possible that something's wrong with that... uh, what was it... yeah, Amano mother-daughter pair?"
"They did not seem under the influence of any substance and called an ambulance instead of going crazy and accidentally hurting the kid. You tell me if they are on any substance." Shinto's lips twitched.
"Anyway," the younger one sighed, "If that kid is really a foreigner, then we have a little trouble on our hands. I will send out notices and requests to other prefectures to post his image in the missing column and look to see if anything surfaces."
Shinto nodded, "Let's do that."
"Still, what about his accommodation? That Takato guy said that they will be forced to dismiss 'Nik' by tomorrow. He doesn't even have any clothes."
"Why don't you take him home, Raiji?" Shinto chuckled.
"Shinto-san, don't kid me. One look at his face, and my wife will be all over him when I'm not around."
"Oh, about her, did you already get enough evidence?" Shinto grew a bit solemn.
"Yeah, thank you for hinting about her actions to me. I'm consulting a lawyer, so when it really goes down, her unfaithful ass cannot get a single asset!"
Raiji huffed.
"Well, all the best. I will contact the mother-daughter duo to finalize the formalities and ask them if they have any thoughts about providing accommodation to Nik. Still, we should have Genta-kun take a look. Doesn't he boast that he knows quite a few foreign languages? We'll know if he has been telling the truth or lies!"
"Say, Shinto-san, if we happened to be jumping into a teenager's backyard and fell to unconsciousness, would we be considered perverts or some unknown victim?"
"Pervert..." Shinto's expression turned bleak.
"That's what I thought. Maybe we should really charge that bastard."
"For what? Being more handsome than you? Just walk forward," Shinto snorted and the two policemen exited the hospital.
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'Alright, according to infinity, I only have to think of eligible actions allowed and...'
Nik silently lay on the hospital bed and his gaze brightened when a crimson screen with golden edges appeared in front of his eyes. It was translucent and the striking golden words finally made it sink into Nik that he had a new job with at least one benefit thoroughly known— he gets to live again.
[Name: Nik Faran]
Age: 20 (80)
Code: GC—EHG—98034
Authority Rank: 0 (0/100)
Paradise: Transmigration
Bloodline: Adonis' Ember (Common)
Nik silently looked at the number '80.'
'My natural age limit, huh? Now, what else. Hmm, Authority Benefits...'
[Authority Rank: 0]
No benefits.]
Pursing his lips, Nik began to check whatever he could.
[Transmigration in: 156:46 hours.]
[Skills:
Bloodline—
1) Charm of Adonis: The user's charm can attract the opposite gender and similarly oriented individuals.
Nik continued to look in a daze.
'That's it, huh... I can't even communicate here. And...' Nik thought once again and looked at the red ring-like tattoo around his left forearm. Resisting the urge to do something so stupid under the presence of many individuals constantly checking up on him, Nik did not invoke the mark of infinity branded on him to look into the other side gifted to him. Instead, he took advantage of the flexible system of the mysterious organization that this infinity represented and quietly thought of something else.
[Acquire language of the homeworld?
Cost: 1 AP (Rank 0)
'One authority point, huh...'
Nik turned and looked at the empty glass before glancing around and leaning down to pick up the small candy wrapper left by one of the blue-uniformed men and suddenly, the wrapper disappeared from his hand.
[Authority Rank: 0 (0.00007/100)]
Nik sighed and leaned back. This was a hopeless endeavor.
From one cold world to another, Nik could only close his eyes and rest. He wasn't the least bit impatient. After all, he was going to live here for a long time so he wanted to make the best use of the comfort provided to him because, even if he were from another world, he knew hospitals to be a rather lucrative form of organization and such a location wouldn't waste their rooms on penniless individuals.
'Still, not being scrawny any longer is already the second-best thing to happen to me aside from being resurrected.'
The next day, another uniformed inspector, Nik realized by now, came over. Unlike the two previous officers, this one was younger, his build was similar to Nik's and he also brought a package with clothes—one pair.
"Kaese ho aap?" The man began with a smile and Nik blinked. Gazing at the younger officer with a strange expression, Nik finally spoke up.
"I'm... good." He understood it a little. The language the man spoke was quite similar to his own world's and the fact that the man scoffed a chuckle meant that the two of them were on the same page.
"That's some good fortune. I didn't know Hindi would actually work. I spent three years of college in India as an exchange student," the man smiled, but confusion once again took over Nik's expression. He couldn't understand half of it.
Seeing this, the man shook his head and introduced himself: "My name is Asagi Genta. Can you tell me what happened?"
Nik looked at the clothes in Genta's hands and then grew a bit thoughtful. In the rules stated, imprinted by Infinity in his head, there was no such thing as not talking about his experience of reincarnation. There was only one thing Infinity demanded, but that wasn't the issue. But even if reincarnated, Nik wasn't kicked hard enough in his head to just spout the truth, fully realizing that it may either be considered a fool's rambling or some secret that shouldn't be exposed in the first place, which may lead him to a mental asylum or a dangerous and confined ward.
"I don't know. I was taking a bath, and the next thing I know, I'm in this hospital. I can barely talk to others, too," he replied while sighing. He wasn't fortunate enough to get a window room, or he might have already tried to escape.
Sitting down, Genta placed the clothes on the bedstand and crossed his arms. Solemnity flashing across his face, "You don't remember? Your file does not state amnesia."
Nik smiled and nodded, "I don't."
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Alternate Title: Necrophilia Section's Gonna Enjoy 'Fresh' Blood!; The Johnny Sins of Job; Sissy Dilemma; Infinity Rushes for that Booty!; Spread Cheeks; Don't You Sword Dat Ass!; Multiverse Uber— Ah, Ehm, Transmigration