My Immoral Detective System

Zion glanced down at his body and pressed his lips together. It was time to change his identity again. He remembered he would get only fifty points after solving this case, and he took a loan of twelve points already. So he could change into two more identities for now. After thinking of this, he knocked on the system's door, who was lazily spending his time in Zion's mind.

007 instantly popped out in front of Zion on a screen and yawned. "I was sleeping. What is it?"​​

"I want to change my identity." Zion ignored the bored look on the furry man's face and rolled his eyes. He wasn't as irritated after seeing that attire of his system as he was before. Perhaps he was getting accustomed to seeing this image.

The furry man groaned. "Now?"

At this, the system received a nod. 007 had an urge to slam his hands against the table in irritation. But he controlled his anger and glared at the man before a word rolled out of his throat. "Fine!"

He suppressed his rising anger and pushed open the identity form before asking, "Which one should I choose?"

"Servant dhampir." Zion didn't hesitate before answering. 007 tilted his head but said nothing. He started filling up the detective's details.

A smile graced Zion's lips after seeing this kind of behavior. So he couldn't help but say, "If you continue to be obedient, I will bully you less."

The system was just filling up the form when he heard those words, and his hand slipped. He was about to click the female option by mistake, but he paused his hands-on time.

007 wiped the sweat from his forehead. He knew his host would certainly not leave him alone in this lifetime if he had clicked the female gender, and that person would bully him even more.

He cried with bitter tears in his heart. His work as a system was too difficult! Why did his boss give him such a host?!

"Host, I have a question," 007 said to change the topic.

Zion was in a good mood. So his lips were turned upward as he nodded and gestured to the system to continue.

"Why did you choose a servant again?"

Zion rolled his eyes. There it was! The system was acting stupid again. For a moment, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Hadn't he told 007 the reason behind this choice already?

Perhaps the latter could tell that his host's irritation was rising. So the furry man hurriedly spoke to explain himself. "You don't have to go through six months of education. Can't you just sneak into the palace without passing the test? It would be such a hassle…."

The detective glanced at the system with half-closed eyes and shook his head. This system was starting to become stupider as the days passed. So Zion couldn't help but open his mouth to ridicule the little virtual thing. "I take my words back. It's good to bully you more."

The system shut his mouth and gave out a nervous chuckle while scratching his cheeks. "Host, why are you so…." He was about to say a bad word for the detective when he stopped his gullible mouth and lowered his head. He should just submit the form and pretend to die. Why did he have to ask such a question?

Zion's body gained a relaxed posture as he said, "Fine, I will clarify your doubt. If I'm a guard, I need sword fighting skills, at least above-average level. If not, how could I make others think that I'm a guard? Haven't you seen those people practicing every morning? It's their daily routine."

007 understood. If the detective were to become a guard, they would easily blow his cover, since he didn't have any sword-fighting skills. The king wouldn't hire someone without such an essential skill. So the system silently lowered his head and submitted the form before turning to his host. "Your identity will change within five minutes. Better hide in a separate room before that."

Zion nodded, and the system disappeared again. After that, he got busy finding an inn and using the gold he stole from the palace to rent a room for a few days.

When he was finally left alone in a room, he leaned back on the bed and thought about the case again until his identity changed again. This time, he would first have to follow Prince Linton for a while and find more clues.

For now, he only knew a few things. Someone wanted to shut the princess's mouth in the prison after the guards captured her. They wanted to kill her instead of letting the king give her a death sentence. That means they must be in a hurry to get rid of her.

Did something happen when she was going to the prison with the guards? She must know some inside information about the case. It must have taken half an hour to walk that far. And after reaching the prison, the assassin attacked the princess after a few hours.

It shouldn't be that someone sneaked inside the prison and told the princess a secret that forced the murderer to send an assassin. No one would be that crazy to say to the princess about it, who was already imprisoned. After all, her father's position was higher. Why wouldn't the secret be shared with the king instead?

So she must have heard or seen something while going to the prison. Was that what she wanted to tell him back then, in prison?

Zion rubbed his chin. But before he could think more about it, his body changed. Although he didn't feel any pain, he felt blinded when a bright light engulfed his entire being. He closed his eyes and waited for the light to fade away.

When everything around him became dark again, he opened his eyes and glanced down to find that his hands had become rougher, and his legs turned into a minotaur's shape. The only common thing was his canine that made him look like he was a half-vampire.

For a few days, he was already accustomed to his identity as a dhampir. So those canines didn't trouble him. Despite looking like a dhampir, he was still a human from the inside. So he didn't have to drink blood, unlike others.

After his clothes and face changed, he went and glanced at his appearance, which wasn't any better. He looked like an average dhampir citizen he had seen walking on the street or selling something in the shops. After feeling satisfied with his appearance, he wrote on a piece of paper using a feather in crooked handwriting. "I'll be out."

His face contorted seeing that handwriting. He hesitated and thought about whether he should rewrite and gave up. No one was going to check whether he wrote it. After all, he had changed his identities many times.

So he simply walked out before handing out that note to the inn manager. Then he walked out of the inn and strolled toward the brothel, where he had seen Prince Linton as he asked the system about his current identity.