"Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!"
HONKKKKK—!
[…and that's how the host died.]
"…"
I look around and find myself seated in a luxurious room, resembling like an aristocrat's from anime.
[It doesn't resemble. It is an aristocrat's house. The host is now a noble.]
"…"
I felt dizzy from the excess information I was getting from the mechanical voice in my head and the constant letters appearing on the white screen in front of my eyes.
I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying not to think much about this and got up to see myself in the body mirror in the corner of the room.
Black hair… red eyes… slim and short figure… and weird layered robes like I'm cosplaying a noble from the Victorian era…
[The host is not cosplaying. The host is a noble…]
"You won't die if you don't speak!" I stomped my foot as I snapped. This accursed system was really too chatty!
Weren't systems supposed to be completely machine-like, cold and emotionless? Why was mine like this? Was it broken or was it a bug?
[The system is up-to-date. There are no bugs.]
I shake my head again and stare back at myself in the mirror.
"I have transmigrated and I also have a system now. Is this… is this what it means to be a protagonist?"
[…]
Although my build isn't the best, given how young I look, it's clear that I'm still growing and will eventually turn out to be a handsome young man.
"System, how old am I? Actually, who am I?"
[The system is glad the host asked. Here's the attributes panel…]
[Name: Vincent D'Arc]
[Age: 18]
[Race: Half-human, Half-vampire]
[Magic: None]
[Cultivation: None]
[Mystic Powers: None]
[The host has no special powers. No talent. No abilities. Not even vampire powers despite being a half vampire. The host is completely useless.]
[Equipments: None]
[Maidens: None]
[Available rolls: 1]
[Earn corruption points to earn more rolls!]
"…"
"What the fuck is this?" I stared at the system screen and almost threw the water cup out of the window.
"I transmigrated and am so useless? Why do I not have any golden rod or a sign in system which gives rewards for quiet meditation or perhaps be blessed with an ancient bloodline? What happened to being a protagonist?"
[Host, this is not a novel, this is real life. And you did not die by a truck to achieve those treasures.]
"What do you mean? Wasn't there a honking of a truck? I clearly heard that before dying…"
[Replaying the visuals before the host's death again…]
.
.
.
"Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!"
I looked at the shouting man and saw a kid rushing towards me with a toy truck in his hands.
A loud honking sound resounded near me and turning to it, I saw a truck colliding with a pole.
The vibrations caused a trashcan to fall near and unrelated to it, the kid finally slammed his truck onto me and I felt a great pain in my chest.
Everything then went dark.
Opening my eyes, I saw the luxurious room again.
"What? I died from a toy truck?" I was quite confused.
[No. The host died from excessive dehydration and masturbation. The host has been masturbating 10+ times a day for a month and not drinking enough water.]
"…"
"But that kid hit me with the truck…" I slumped on the chair and felt wronged.
[It was a coincidence.]
"There was also a truck that crashed…"
[It was a coincidence.]
"What about the trash can falling? Surely it did—"
[It's unrelated. Literally physics happened from the collision of the truck and caused the bin to fall from the vibration.]
"…"
A tear rolled down my eye.
"Sniff… is this… is this how it is going to be?" I hugged my knees and began drawing a stickman on the ground with my finger.
[No need to be disheartened, host. Your virgin self has moved the gods and you've been sent here. You can finally achieve everything you were never able to achieve.]
"But… isn't my death…"
[Let's not talk about the dark past. Do a roll and maybe you can pull something nice?]
"Something like an Excalibur?"
[Host, you are not King Art*ur.]
"…"
I clicked on the system screen and could see items rolling on the screen.
Fingers crossed. Hopefully it is something good.
[Ding!]
[Obtained skill — Profile Appraisal!]
[Profile Appraisal: depending on the bond shared, get an understanding of the other party.]
"What?"
Click.
Before the system and I could engage in yet another useless conversation, someone opened the door to my room.
Startled, I jumped slightly and saw the figure coming in.
"Master Vincent is awake? My apologies for coming in without knocking." A young maid with blonde hair said calmly as she walked in the room pushing a wooden cart.
[Apprasing…]
[Name: Anastasia]
[Race: Human]
[Role: Regressor]
[Affiliation: House of D'Arc]
[Relationship: Master-Servant(in name only)]
[Corruption: 0/100]
[Remarks: A maid that has been through an apocalypse. This is her fourth run. Pure and untainted.]
…regressor?
Regressor!?!
Fourth run!?
What the fuck? Does this this mean that,
I'm not the main character!?!