The lights in the room flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls, giving the space a horror-like atmosphere.
The Good Samaritan stepped closer to Chan, wanting to confirm if the miracle had worked. He slowly stretched out his hand to touch Chan's cheek. Suddenly chan's eyes snapped open.
He stared directly at the man and grabbed his hand tightly, squeezing it with force.
In one swift motion, Chan rose from the bed and slammed the man against the wall, gripping his throat.
"Hey—! I'm not a bad guy… calm down… I helped you out of the river…" the man choked.
Chan's grip loosened.
He suddenly dropped to his knees, his body weak.
"What… happened? Where am I?" Chan asked, breathing heavily.
The man gasped for air, holding his neck.
"I think… you were shot and thrown into the river," he replied, studying Chan closely, trying to determine if the chip had worked.
"Do you feel anything unusual?" he asked.
Chan looked at him and nodded slowly. "My chest… still hurts from the gunshot."
"You need to rest so your body can heal," the man said, though a hint of disappointment crossed his face. He had expected instant recovery—something more… extraordinary.
"Who are you? And why did you help me? I thought I was dead," Chan asked.
"My name is Zack… I'm a fisherman," he replied calmly. "I just helped you out of goodwill."
"Thank you… I thought it was the end for me. I could feel myself dying," Chan said quietly.
"You're welcome. But what happened to you? Why were you shot?" Zack asked.
Chan stayed silent for a moment before answering,
"I was robbed… shot… and thrown into the river."
Suddenly, Chan remembered his mother.
His eyes widened.
He jumped to his feet and rushed out of the house, running toward the hospital, tears streaming down his face.
He ran as fast as he could, but the distance was too much. His breathing became unstable, his heart pounding wildly. Eventually, he slowed down, exhausted.
Then—
A notification appeared before his eyes.
: Implant Successful
: Body Analysis Completed
Details:
Name: Chan Ming Su
Age: 20
Occupation: —
Blood Group: O+
Marital Status: Single
Financial Status: Broke/Poor
Condition: Sustained two bullet injuries
Chan froze.
"What… is this?" he whispered.
"Hello, Chan. I'm Yommy, your new system assistant," a soft voice said.
"System assistant? How did you get into me? I've been alone all my life… or… have I been reborn?" Chan asked in confusion.
Another notification appeared.
System Creator Information:
Name: Zack
Title: Top-two billionaire scientist in New York
Marital Status: Married
"These are the details you need to know for now," Yommy said.
"So the man who saved me… created you… and implanted you in me," Chan muttered. "Now I understand why he helped me."
He struggled to move, his body still weak.
Then suddenly a surge of energy flowed through his body
His breathe stabilized. Strength returned to his limbs.
He felt… alive. More alive than ever before.
"You're welcome," Yommy said playfully.
Chan's eyes widened. "You've got to be kidding me… did you just do that?"
"Maybe you should focus on where you were heading," Yommy replied.
Without hesitation, Chan started running again.
After thirty minutes, he arrived at the hospital.
He rushed into the elevator, got to the floor, and ran straight to his mother's room—
But she wasn't there.
His heart skipped.
He sprinted to the doctor's office and found a woman inside.
"Please… I want to see Dr. Wong," Chan said, panting heavily.
"Dr. Wong isn't available right now. How may I help you?" the female doctor replied.
"My mother… the patient in Room 456. She's not there… where is she?" Chan asked, panic rising in his voice.
The doctor hesitated.
"Oh… you're Chan. I'm sorry to tell you this… but she passed away about an hour ago."
Chan froze.
His heart shattered.
"No… no… that's not true. I want to see her. Please take me to her," he begged.
The doctor led him to the morgue.
The moment Chan stepped inside, his eyes fell on the tag attached to his mother's leg.
His body trembled.
He walked slowly toward her.
"No… no… Mom… please, this isn't real…" he cried, holding her cold hand tightly.
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… this is all my fault…" he whispered, kissing her forehead.
"Yommy… you gave me strength when I was weak… can you wake her up? Please… you can do it, right?" Chan asked desperately.
Silence.
"I'm sorry for your loss… we should leave now," Yommy said gently.
"Yommy, I asked you a question! Can you wake her up?!" Chan shouted.
"Chan… you need to calm down. You're overreacting," Yommy replied.
"If you can't save her, then what's your purpose?! Get out of my body!" Chan yelled, hitting himself.
People nearby began to stare.
"What's wrong with him?" someone whispered.
"I think he's mentally unstable," another said.
"Call security," someone else added.
Two security guards rushed in, tasered Chan, and pinned him to the wall, trying to restrain him.
"Hey! Let him go! What are you doing?" the female doctor shouted as she ran in.
"Ma'am, he's mentally unstable. He's causing a disturbance," one guard replied.
"He just lost his mother! How can you treat someone grieving like this? Let him go now!" she ordered.
"Sorry, ma'am," they said, releasing him.
"Are you okay?" she asked gently.
"…Yeah," Chan replied weakly, still crying.
"I'm sorry for your loss. Please take care of yourself. Here—call me if you need someone to talk to," she said, handing him her card.
Chan stood silently, staring at his mother's body.
"What do I tell Sue…" he whispered.
"Who's Sue?" Yommy asked.
"My little sister," Chan replied.
"I'm sorry… you should go home," Yommy said softly.
Chan nodded slowly.
He turned and walked out of the hospital.
At the exit, he stopped and looked back one last time.
Then he left