Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

Wet feet drenched deep in the pool of blood, each student ebbed and weaved between threats and pleas.

Did you ever see a friend in need flee in terror? The terrorist said that 'will this deceptive quest for peace never cease?'

Sacrificing actual lives and recompensed with no pennies, each unheavenly screams pierced by deafening machines that passed the meat of those lives who didn't even commit glaring crime. Those bullets ended in a wall to be a dead threat to others who are still alive.

Adults men in cloaks with guns, taking over school for the reason that Elon couldn't remember. He thought that they did it for fun, oh blissfully it was for his ignorance that he would die as a teenager.

"It's horrifying seeing men killing their fellow beings. Hellish as it's ever been, it redefined what hellish means."

"Heh, humans, they are a chaotic lump of disaster," Fortune said. She giggled, placing her elbow on the table. "I saw your good deeds in your past life, so tell me, what would you do to haggle for my blessings?"

This was the conversation that Elon would never forget. After he got shot protecting one of his bros, he woke up in a dark realm with shallow murky water as the ground. Cold, he felt, but the realization of his own death was colder.

"I actually don't need your blessings, Mrs. Fortune. I just want a peaceful life."

"You will never learn peace in this life that has been decided for you." Fortune conjured a small portal of visions to showcase the horrid truth of Neamh. "Calamity, corruption, war, lurking devils. Your luck was abysmal at best, doesn't that describe your whole former life?"

"I'm grateful for my life."

"Working a part time job, one hour of sleep a day, three siblings with dimming hope, numerous failed job interviews, no connection, unreliable parents. Your gratefulness doesn't change the fact that you can't even live a peaceful life."

"Then what are my chances?"

"Offer me what you deem the most important."

"My most important…"

Elon doesn't even know what colors he liked. He lived as an empty husk of a robot with automatic responses to smile and wave like a great individual in society while trying to conceal the broken history of a distorted family.

His ethereal gaze reached the lady of fortune. "I offer everything."

Determination was permeating his eyes, he stood up and his manifestation of soul was ever so tall. Although weaker than an ant.

"Fufufu, MUAHAHAHAHAHA! That was such a boring offer." The tall lady wiped the single blob of tears on her eyes. "I'll be giving you my blessings regardless."

"Y-you mean that you're just toying with me?"

"Of course! You have a great approval from the seams of destiny yourself. Many Gods were aiming to snatch you like toddlers searching for milk in the pool of needles."

"I feel betrayed. Also your speech is sometimes terrifying."

"Speaking of betrayal, there was another patron who would like to meet you for her own experimentation."

Elon threw a poker face "I want a peaceful life, not to become lab rat."

The tall lady stood up, towering two times the teenager in height. She fondled the air before opening her palm as a futuristic object appeared above her fingers. Stuttering, the object was indescribable as if it came from another dimension entirely.

"This is a fragment of a living being," Fortune said. "It came from a special universe that only consists of data. The communication between two of the higher realm entities and the creature from this peculiar dimension has been made possible, and now those digital beings are searching for an insurmountable amount of hosts to explore the data in numerous worlds."

"And why are you showing it to me?"

"Do you know anything about game stats and system stories? Numerous fiction you humans created on the large web called the internet."

Elon tilted his head in confusion. "I rarely had enough time to read web fiction back then. Also, why do you, a higher being, know all of this?"

"We gods were also living beings, some of us are pure entities who are born from strong emotions, and some are an ascended individual from the mortal realm."

"Meaning?"

"Sometimes we're just bored and decided to binge read them."

Silent ensued. Those two stared at each other for a while, donning a deadpans.

"Then what is the benefit of becoming the host of those digital creatures?"

The goddess of luck placed the newborn system in the cradle of both of her hands. "They will help you, guide you or even reward you after you acquire enough data for them."

After that conversation, Elon's memory was a blur. His soul then was placed into a killed person with the name of Elon Suykar who got betrayed by his own brother. He lived in the wilderness before meeting with a cute feline of the forest named Rui, the lost child.

His adventure in Neamh was filled with danger and fortune in disguise, because he didn't know how the goddess of luck's blessings worked at that time. Slowly he met with more people and opened his eyes that it would be harder to gain a peaceful life in this turbulent era of chaos.

Step by step he continued the path of cultivation the former Elon had embarked, together with two other individuals who he saw more as siblings, it might be passable enough that he became grateful not to be transmigrated into an abhorrent savage.

That was Elon's history in a nutshell before his heart got clawed. It was empty and cold, nothing happened until he opened his eyes again, realizing that he was still alive.

In his vision were two scary individuals he thought were killing his friends. Darting an unfriendly glare, he let out a speech.

"What is the meaning of this?" He then realized something had changed. "Eh?"

His voice became squeaky, a higher pitch in which a girl would sound like. He tried to move his body that was restricted by numerous chains and heavy cuffs like some kind of dangerous criminal, only to realize that some muscle memory didn't quite match with his usual body.

Elon was significantly shorter now, although small but there were more volumes in her chest than before. He shook his body again to feel no extra part between his groin.

His little brother was gone.

"... Is it necessary?" said the green haired tanomobi in torn clothes. Elon could even see some snippets of her private part.

The same with the other woman with only fabric debris on her almost naked body. She grinned, fondling with her chin. "The best punishment for men is to strip away their pride and rights to be the head of a family. To strip their lust is to scrape their skin out of their rod into those who they think are lower."

"You know that we could just circumcise his whole dick with a claymore, right?"

"Euphemism! Use euphemism!"