Bind to the fake death system, the goddess turned into a black yandere for me

At the moment when Shen An felt that his consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by Ling Shuangxue.

"Transmission successful!"

Accompanied by a burst of light, the system's annoying voice sounded.

"Host, congratulations on your successful escape!"

Shen An collapsed on the sofa, staring at the ceiling motionlessly.

After the last thrilling ordeal.

His body and mind seemed to be drained by Ling Shuangxue's weird obsession.

At this moment, he just wanted to be a complete salted fish, just lying there, doing nothing, even if the sky fell.

"Life..."

He murmured unconsciously.

"What kind of shit luck is this for me? They can team up to the mental hospital to rush for performance..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that the scene around him was wrong.

The original white system space had disappeared, replaced by a full Parisian style.

The soft sunset sprinkled in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and the feet were paved with exquisite black and white chessboard tiles.

Outside the window, the Eiffel Tower stood out in the sky not far away, as if it could be touched.

Shen An narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling dazed:

"Wait a minute... Wasn't I just in that ghost place? How come it's Paris again?"

He slowly half-raised himself from the sofa and looked around.

This seemed to be the interior of a high-end French restaurant, full of a romantic atmosphere.

There was also a faint aroma of coffee floating in the air.

He was silent for a few seconds, then sighed deeply and lay back on the sofa:

"What the hell, system?"

The cheerful voice of the system came from his mind:

"Host, this is a new style! Parisian style, don't you think it's romantic?"

Shen An rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to the system's hard sales, but he was getting more and more puzzled.

Why is it that the heroine of every small world seems to be under a spell, and must brainwash herself to death?

Ling Shuangxue is like this, and so are the heroines before.

Why are they all so obsessed with controlling his consciousness? Is his brain so attractive?

He covered his face with his hands, his voice full of helplessness:

"To be honest, why are the heroines in every small world so keen on brainwashing me? I can't even keep my self-awareness!"

The system replied happily:

"Oh, this question is actually very simple, host. It's probably because your brain...

Well, it's too easy to be brainwashed, right?

The heroines may feel particularly accomplished, hehe."

Shen An directly moved his hands away from his face speechlessly, staring at the void:

"System, are you particularly wicked?"

The system pretended not to hear it, and continued to say happily:

"Host, look, think about it from another angle.

You can make so many heroines fascinated by you, which means you are a charming person!"

"Thank you!"

Shen An almost flipped over from the sofa, gritting his teeth.

"I'd rather not have this charm! What I want is to live peacefully, not to be driven crazy by a group of heroines!"

He threw himself back on the sofa heavily and looked up at the Paris sky that did not belong to him.

The voice of the system beside him seemed full of expectation:

"Host, the next small world is ready. Are you ready for a new adventure?"

Shen An closed his eyes and sighed for the tenth time today:

"Forget it, you won't let me relax anyway. What is the new world like this time?"

"Host, this is a very special small world!

It is definitely different from the previous ones. When you see it, you will be surprised again and again!"

Shen An was too lazy to respond, and his eyes still did not leave the ceiling:

"You say this every time, but the result is always the same, making it like a copy of hell..."

Before he finished speaking, the world in front of him collapsed instantly.

A familiar feeling of dizziness came over him, and his body seemed to be pulled into the void by some invisible force.

The next second, Shen An fell heavily on the cold and hard ground, and the voice of the system was still echoing in his ears:

"Transfer complete! Host, welcome to the new world!"

Shen An rubbed his painful back and cursed.

He looked up and looked around.

The environment this time was indeed different from the past - he was in a laboratory that looked quite simple.

All around were piled with various experimental equipment, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of chemicals.

The incandescent lamp above his head emitted a dazzling light.

The pipes on the wall made a "buzzing" sound of mechanical operation from time to time.

And the most eye-catching thing was that in the center of the experimental table, there was an inky black egg.

The surface of the egg was covered with strange patterns, like a layer of weirdsymbol.

Next to it, there is a thick notebook, which looks like some kind of experimental log.

Shen An stood up, approached the egg, frowned and asked:

"System, this mission is not related to this egg, right?"

"That's right!

Host, this mission is to hatch this egg!

As long as you let it hatch successfully, the mission is completed!"

Shen An raised his eyebrows, full of doubts:

"Hatch? What's in this egg?"

The system suddenly became vague:

"Uh... I really don't know.

We have to wait until it hatches to know.

But it should be a very important creature."

"Are you kidding me?

You asked me to hatch the egg, but you don't know what it is?"

The system chuckled: "Oh, this is the surprise, host!"

Shen An really didn't want to complain anymore, so he turned his head and glanced at the experimental log.

I always feel that this mission is a bit too bizarre.

He frowned, and suddenly remembered something, with a hint of doubt in his tone:

"Wait... aren't you a bloody substitute system?

Weren't the previous missions all bloody plots like "domineering president" and "substitute lover"?

This time it's about the laboratory and the egg?

Are you sure you're right?"

The system was silent for a second, and seemed to realize that something was wrong:

"Uh... yes, it seems that something is indeed wrong...

This time, there is indeed no bloody substitute plot in the small world..."

It paused, and then continued as if it had found a reasonable explanation:

"But host, just take a vacation this time!

No quarrels, no crazy heroines, just hatching eggs, how easy it is!"

Shen An couldn't help but sneer:

"Vacation? Looking at the appearance of this laboratory and this ghost egg, I always feel that it is not a good thing."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He reached out and picked up the notebook on the table, intending to see what was written in it.