The Happy Death System and a New Traumatic Reality
After getting dressed and questioned by the nurse, Samantha was finally cleared to leave. She walked right out, promising to bring back the borrowed clothes tomorrow. Once she was outside, her system automatically tucked her map into dimensional storage, and she hailed an online taxi with her new smartphone to head to her dorm. Soon enough, her ride arrived. She hopped in and, "Phew," sighed in relief. As the car started moving,
[Sir.]
"Yeah? What's up?" Samantha thought, talking to the voice in her head.
[Allow me to introduce myself. I am HDS, or Happy Death System. I found you when you were falling. I entered your body, and as per your request, I intend to cure your illness by having you consume an elixir that I will provide once a month through quests.]
"Really? I can actually get cured? So how do I get this elixir, and what kind of missions do I have to do?" Samantha thought excitedly.
[You'll find out later, sir. As I said, I'm the Happy Death System. If you find yourself in a desperate situation and are forced to die again, don't be afraid this time, sir, because you'll immediately resurrect and get a reward. Please say "status" to see your status, sir.]
"Huh... w-wait," Samantha replied.
[What is it, sir?]
"Earlier... you said that if I die, I'll come back to life?" Samantha asked.
[That's right, sir. Please check your status.]
Samantha opened her status. A screen popped up in front of her face, and she read it right away. When she saw "Death Count,"
"What does 'Death Count' mean?" Samantha asked.
[Number of deaths, sir.]
"Huh... what for?" Samantha asked.
[If you die and resurrect again, you'll become stronger, richer, and of course, cured of your illness. But this function doesn't work for suicide or natural deaths.]
"So... if I want to level up?" Samantha asked.
[You have to die, sir. Please put yourself in danger.]
"Haaaaah!" Samantha screamed inside her head.
[Currently, you're already quite strong because before I joined you, you were an MMA athlete. Not many people can kill you, unless they use unfair methods or you get caught in someone's cunning scheme, so there's no need to be afraid.]
"Oh great... so if my life is just normal?" Samantha asked.
[It's fine, sir. You're already strong and rich, but if you want to be cured and return to your original self, you should put yourself in danger.]
"So, you mean if something happens that causes me to die, then I level up, right?" Samantha asked.
[That's right, sir. Like before, you fell from the 12th floor of an apartment and died. You resurrected, and you became stronger and richer. You can also be cured because you received an elixir when you got your reward.]
Samantha thought about it. She looked at the money on her status screen and the numbers that looked like game character stats. Then, she remembered her father cutting her out of his will.
"I see, so that means right now, I'm not a burden to my family, and I'm totally cut off from them," Samantha said in her head.
[That's right, sir. Please just do as you wish.]
"Screech!" Suddenly, the car slammed to a stop, throwing Samantha forward into the front seat. She scrambled back up and looked around, her eyes wide. She was in a warehouse, and the young driver was smiling at her.
"Where are we, mister?" Samantha asked.
"Hmm, sweetie, you're very pretty. Time for a nap,"
"Pssssssh," the driver sprayed something at Samantha, making her feel incredibly dizzy. Suddenly, "Blak," the car door swung open, and a few men pulled Samantha out of the car. Her consciousness vanished.
******
"Haaaah..... haaaah,"
"Akh...h...huh,"
Samantha's eyes snapped open to see a fierce-looking man on top of her, naked. She felt a sharp pain in her private area, and her body thrashed. "Bzzzz," she immediately felt an intense sensation she'd never experienced before: stinging, pain from friction, and a deep ache all at once. "Grep," the man's hand squeezed her chest hard.
"A-aaakh... it... hurts... wh-what is this... l-let me go," Samantha screamed, her hands tied tight, unable to move.
She realized she was naked as a gust of wind hit her bare skin.
"Aaaakh.... akh... l-let go... d-don't," Samantha whimpered, her body too weak to fight back.
"Quiet... it's my turn now," the man snarled.
Samantha grew more uncomfortable as the man on top of her relentlessly continued, showing no mercy. Suddenly, the man flipped her over, twisting her tied hands and pressing on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe and causing excruciating pain.
"Aaaah.... aaaah... can't... breathe... hurts," Samantha screamed, her mind a blur.
Suddenly, a man pushed the one on top of her and immediately, "Blesss," thrust his own "stick" into Samantha's aching "valley."
"I-I'm a guy," Samantha thought to herself.
The man became even more aggressive, thrusting into Samantha and grabbing her chin to make her head tilt back.
"Aaaah... ah... ah.... aaakh," Samantha whimpered.
But Samantha's whimpers were ignored, and the man only thrust harder. Another man stood in front of Samantha, pinching her cheeks until her mouth opened. Then he shoved his "stick" into Samantha's mouth and started moving his hips. Samantha immediately felt suffocated as her airway was completely blocked.
"I-I could die if this keeps up," Samantha thought to herself.
Samantha's consciousness faded. Her body suddenly went numb and felt nothing anymore. Her eyes began to roll up, and her breathing stopped as her awareness disappeared.
"Hey... hey, bro, she's dead," a man yelled.
The two men on top of Samantha were startled. They immediately pulled their "sticks" out of Samantha's body and checked her by feeling her neck, then putting a finger under her nose. When they realized Samantha had stopped breathing and had no pulse,
"Oh no... this is bad... she croaked, bro," said the man who had assaulted her orally.
"What do we do, bro?" asked the man who had been behind Samantha, turning her body.
"I told you guys to go easy. You were too horny, man, that's messed up. Come on, let's get out of here, just leave her," replied the driver, who immediately ran to grab his pants from a chair.
The four men in the warehouse quickly dressed and left Samantha lying there. But suddenly, "Ctak....ctak," something snapped. The four men looked back and saw Samantha standing, her head tilted. "Haaaaaah," Samantha opened her mouth, and white vapor streamed out.
"She's still alive, bro, wanna keep going?" asked one of the men, who was pulling up his pants.
But the man saw the stunned and terrified faces of the three men in front of him. Suddenly, "Shreeet," the man felt something on his shoulder. He slowly turned to see Samantha's long hair already on his shoulder, and Samantha's face, half-covered by her hair, staring at his.
"De... de... deeeemoooooon!"
"Buaaaak," Samantha slammed her palm into the man's waist, sending him flying to hit the wall. Then she approached the three men in front of her, her long hair covering her face.
"De... demon.... ru... run!" the driver screamed, turning and running to his car.
But Samantha leaped, then blocked the driver from the front, her hair covering her face, only her blue eyes visible. "Hiii," the driver fell to a sitting position and crawled backward.
"M-my apologies, miss, I was just told by the others to bring a pretty woman here, I'm not to blame, miss, I'm sorry, miss, I need money for my mom back home, and they were willing to pay a lot...."
Before the driver could finish speaking, "Duaaaak," his head hit the ground as Samantha's heel dropped from above, and "Brak," Samantha stomped on it until his face was crushed into the dirt. Then she looked at the two men who had assaulted her and were still in just their underwear.
"Hiii!"
The two men looked terrified and backed away. Samantha walked toward them. "Duaaaak," she punched one man in the face, sending him flying to hit the wall far away, and grabbed the shirt of the man next to him.
"Satisfied now that you assaulted me, pervert? Just so you know, I'm a man. I just felt something totally messed up. Now, you're dead!" Samantha growled.
"Wh-what?"
"Duaaaak," Samantha raised her knee, hitting two "balls" right in the middle of the man's legs, making him foam at the mouth, and his spirit seemingly departed to who knows where. After that, she took the clothes from the nurse that had been stripped off her.
[Death count: 2]
[Received reward: $1,000,000.]
[Received level: 200 / 1000]
[Received brand new high-end motorcycle in dimensional storage.]
"Status"
Name: Samantha Whitmore.
Age: 23.
Gender: Female.
Level: 200 / 1000 (max)
Strength: 1000 (+ 1000).
Agility: 1000 (+ 700).
Stamina: 1000 (+ 1000).
Dexterity: 1000 (+ 700).
Luck: 200 (+100).
Sickness : Chronic allergies to women (Elixir 1 / 20).
Skill: Mixed martial arts mastery (passive), Sharp mind (passive), Charm (passive), Intimidation (passive), Manipulation (passive)
Function: Full resurrection, Dimensional storage, Third eye.
Total reward money: $2,000,000.
Death count: 2.
"Hmm, I really am stronger, but I died from being assaulted... that really sucks," Samantha thought to herself.
[Don't worry, sir. Full resurrection restores your body's condition to how it was before everything happened.]
"Yeah, I know, even though, my mental state is messed up now... it's a complete disaster. Can't my body be changed back to a guy?" Samantha asked, desperate.
[That is not possible, sir. If you are allergic to women, isn't it better for you to be a woman?]
"Haaaaaaah!" Samantha screamed, holding her head with both hands. "My feelings are a complete mess right now. I'm a guy, but I just experienced intense sensations that women usually feel, and I was utterly humiliated. How am I going to live my life from now on?"