"You have another meeting in an hour," Frank said, adjusting his glasses like he was scolding a particularly lazy goose.
Moon—now stuck in Caspian Prescott's body—groaned and slumped over the desk dramatically.
"Another one? What is this, a town or a whole ass kingdom?"
Frank didn't even blink. "It's the tax council, my lord. You skipped the last three."
Moon waved a hand dismissively. "They'll survive. If I die from boredom first, I'm dragging you with me."
He dragged a hand down his face and mumbled to himself, "How did this all start again…?"
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Three months ago
He had just cleared the final level of GOG—Game of Gods, the most hardcore, elite-level game ever created. Moon and his teammates were screaming through their headsets, overwhelmed by the high of victory. Confetti exploded on-screen, his rank updated to True God, and the world leaderboard crowned him king.
Then it happened.
> [Congratulations! You've completed Game of Gods.]
[Would you like to advance to the next level?]
"Huh?" Moon blinked at the screen. "Next level? Wait—did they drop an expansion pack?"
He grinned and clicked the blinking button without hesitation.
Yes. Obviously.
Big mistake.
---
He woke up to pain. And a pounding headache.
Also—someone was crying over him.
When Moon opened his eyes, he wasn't in his gaming chair anymore. He was on a bed inside a dimly lit room. The air smelled faintly of smoke and old wood, and the sheets felt scratchy against his skin.
A woman he didn't recognize clutched his hand and sobbed, "Thank the heavens! He's awake!"
Moon blinked. "...He?"
Turns out, he was now Caspian Prescott, heir of Ridgewell—a quiet little town with big problems and no Wi-Fi. His grandfather, the former town head, had just died. Caspian's father was missing. And someone had poisoned him just before he was about to take charge.
The worst part? He had zero idea what to do. This wasn't even Earth. Was this part of the game? Or a whole other crazy package? What was he supposed to do—look for clues or quests?
He had thought it would be fun, but guess what?
Moon had walked into a full-blown succession drama—with no prior training and zero will to participate.
---
Back to the present…
"Sir?" Frank was still standing there, awkward and stiff as a flagpole. "About the meeting—"
Moon let his head fall onto the desk with a thud.
"Why does this small town have so many issues?"
"Because you're in charge of them, my lord."
Moon groaned again, dragging out a flat, "Oh right. I'm the boss now. Hooray."
As he rolled his eyes for the fifth time that hour, he suddenly heard a voice.
> [Good day, Mister Moon.]
His head snapped up.
No one else was in the room—just him and Frank. And that wasn't Frank's voice.
Moon looked around, heart racing.
> [Yes, that's right. I am a system.]
Moon froze.
Could it be?
Was this the moment?
> [Would you like to—]
"YES!" Moon screamed before the system could even finish.
Frank jumped back, nearly dropping his clipboard. "My lord?!"
Moon didn't care. If this was a dream, he was staying asleep. If it was real—then finally, finally he could escape this endless life of ink, parchment, and town-council meetings.
> [Very well. Welcome, Host. I am the Entertainment System.]
With a soft ding, a small, cartoonish mascot appeared in the air in front of him—its oversized eyes blinking with an exaggerated "boop" sound—smiling brightly like it hadn't just changed his entire existence.
Moon's eyes welled with tears. "I've never loved anyone more in my life."
Meanwhile, Frank slowly backed out of the room, whispering to himself, "He's finally lost it…"
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Hey guys,It's the author here. Please add the book to your Library, I promise this will be a fun ride(^-^)