Screech…

A car that was rushing through the traffic with lofty speed came to a halt after hitting something or someone in front.

"Click"

The car's door was opened and the amok driver rushed out frantically to see his misfortune.

In front of his car was a pool of blood and a youthful man with respectable facial characteristics was lying in the pool, dyed completely red with blood.

Before the crazy driver can regain his consciousness, a man from the surrounding crowd shouted,

"The boy is dead!"

Following the man, other people shouted too.

"Go surround the driver! We can't let him run!"

" The boy saved the little girl risking his life. We have to bring him justice!"

And with the collective provocation, everyone surrounded the driver.

But the victim of the accident is no more alive. He left the world without any regrets and anyone who will remember him.

…

Inside a dark room, a boy with similar characteristics with the former dead hero was lying beside several sacks.

[New Candidate Registered]

A synthetic mechanical sound rang.

After which the boy's eyes twitched and he slowly opened his eyes and stared at the dark ceiling for a while.

"F*ck!"

"Is this hell? But why is it so dark and cold? I thought hell is hot and shiny with flames!"

He slowly regained his consciousness back and tried to feel around. What amazed him was that he can still feel the cold tile flooring.

Realizing that he can still feel the surrounding, he gathered his strength and pushed his body up to sit and survey his surroundings.

Upon sitting up he started to look around and gather information about this hell, which was different from his knowledge of hell.

"What's this smell?"

An annoying smell slowly crept into his nose making him feel a bit irritated.

Upon further survey of his surroundings, his eyes slowly grew wide and at the moment it felt like they can just come out of the eye socket and roll on the ground.

"This hell is an onion warehouse?!"

"Am I an onion spirit?"

An expression of disbelief covered his face and he slowly felt his own body once again subconsciously, and then let out a sigh of ease.

" I am still human! "

"But what is this place and why am I here? This place doesn't feel like hell!"

While he was still pondering upon his questions about himself and surroundings, a mechanical voice came once again.

[ To rule the world ]

Listening to the voice the boy jumped up and looked around to find the owner of the melancholic mechanical voice that he heard just now, with a face filled with anxiousness and fright.

But the result was disappointing and in the darkroom, he can't find anyone with a human-like outline.

"Where are you? Why can't I see you?"

The frightened boy shouted aloud in his mind but he was not able to speak out any words out of his mouth, maybe due to weakness.

[ Because I am in your head! ]

Upon listening to the words, the boy's legs went weak and he slumped down.

" F*ck! Am I hallucinating? Nah! That's not right! I was dead due to the car! How can a dead one hallucinate? "

[ Sure! You didn't hallucinate! ]

" See I am always right! I didn't hallu…"

Listening that he received a reply once again his expression became dread.

To confirm his doubts, he gathered all his courage and 'thought' once again,

" Who are you? "

There wasn't a reply which made him relaxed a bit after which he thought,

"That really was hallucination!"

But just as his dread expression was sweeping off his face another reply with the same voice came,

[ You aren't hallucinating! I am the World Overlord System! World's Top System and only system in this universe in the multiverse web. ]