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My Soul. Occupied Body - Please, the Other Me...!

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What to expect when reading this chronicle/story: A random System that is minimal in pretty much everything. And when I say random, I mean random! Two souls, sharing similarities but coming from different starting points, somehow staying in one body. Yuri? Yes to Yuri. Futa? Tasteful, but may come around. Fantasy or Sci-fi? I honestly don't know. I am only a Slime penning down vision from another world while immersing in a coffee hot tub. Polygamy, because why the hell not? How many girls? I don't know. I'm not an author in the traditional sense. P.S: Naval Warfare combined with Mecha Combat because RNGesus exists. Congrats to those who hope for this particular combination. P.S.S: How the Hell would a Slime combine both genres into one?! I don't have a brain! Before the synopsis below, here are some useful links as a shameless self-advertisement. https://www.patreon.com/c/Heartbreak117 (There are regular discounts to be had up here. Early Access Chapters and even possible Cameo appearances, too, if you read the fine print.) https://www.webnovel.com/book/reich-marshal-of-the-belkan-reich_23809095505377305 https://www.webnovel.com/book/in-the-grimdark-sector-with-a-system_31596105108346205 _______________________________Sypnosis________________________________ Having come to terms with my mortality, I suddenly find myself wandering in front of a Bar in an ever-changing void. No familiar sighs to be found. No landmark worth a damn can be used to triangulate my position. It is an overall confusing and mind-numbing experience. I react like any normal person who is already dead would and push open the double door, causing a windchime to peal tastefully as I nearly run inside. A blink of an eye later, I find my gaze locked to an extraordinarily beautiful lady, who is cleaning a glass behind the bar counter. The Bartender, with her eyes strangely closed, still manages to fix me with a meaningful glance that prompts me out of my stupor. The moment I meekly plop myself on the stool, the Bartender greets me in an enchanting voice. "Few that do reach my Bar tend to do so with invitations. Rarer still are those that come across here out of sheer chance. You, my dear guest, belong to the latter category." "My name is Viola, the owner and Bartender of the Random Omniversal Bar. To commemorate our first meeting, allow me to mix you a Piano Woman. It's only fitting that a girl who looks as sweet as you deserves a matching drink." "After your soul has quenched its thirst and calmed its emotion, however, may I interest you in a deal? Don't worry, it's not anything that you will find distasteful..." "Huhm... You may see it as me handing out a Beginner's Quest to an interesting individual. After all, for you to get here by pure chance is something to take note of, by me, of course." "So, what say you, my dear?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I should have read the fine print. It's indeed a bonus that I got a mysterious System that, while being minimal in presentation, actually comes with all sorts of features that my previous tumultuous life would kill to have. But never in my long, former lifetime would I expect to one day occupy a body that is already, well, occupied. To say it's an interesting experience would be a major understatement. I am at a loss for words; however, when the other occupant of our now shared physical flesh willingly cedes the reins of her body to me, of all people. It spares us the cliche of two souls fighting for control, but the other me does so out of PTSD! My poor other me got so traumatized by events before my arrival that I have no choice but to take charge of the situation. Screw me and my bleeding heart, I can't let my other me waste away in a corner of our shared mental space. "Please, the other me..." "I know. I know. I won't hurt them... much. Whether they live or not is up to fate, however..." "No one can hurt us with impunity."
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