June sighed in frustration as he looked at Fu's consecutive messages.

"I really don't like you," he said with deep resentment. "Where's the stupid, annoying system that gave out missions that madeget into trouble but always ended up being the best for me?

[Aww, does the host likethat much?]

June pursed his lips. "I take it back. You're still there."

"What is this gyou're speaking of?" June exasperatedly asked. "I don't know if you know—you probably do since you've been withall along, but I have a lot on my plate right now."

"I have to think of a way to protect my sister."

"I need to know how to avenge my old body's death."

"I need to find that briefcase and finally eradicate Lin Zhi and Laohu."

"I have to finish my duties and responsibilities in EVE, Rising Stars, and Untouched Souls."

"Mind you—I also have to go on a world tour."

"So, no," June sighed, massaging his nose bridge. "I'm not going to play your stupid, little game."

Casper, who wanted to give a pimple patch to June, halted when he heard his mini-rant from outside the door.

He was about to knock but quickly halted when he realized that June might be busy.

"I can't believe he's practicing his lines this late in the evening," he muttered.

Then, he crouched in front of his door to insert the pack of pimple patches inside June's room without disturbing him.

"You shouldn't work too hard," he said as he stared at the door.

With that, he walked away from the room, leaving June to 'practice' for the night.

[Congratulations! We've really reached our objectives of becoming a top idol.]

June was about to scold Fu for changing the topic once again when he realized what his words might have meant.

"We've finally reached our objective of becoming a top idol?" he muttered.

Then, everything cflashing back into his mind—from the moment he was shot, to the the entered Rising Stars, to his debut stage, and to the exponential growth of his popularity.

All of these were made with the objective of becoming a top idol—which was his original intention.

"I beca top idol," June muttered.

He knew he should be happy about it, but somehow, there was a melancholy inside his heart.

Now that he has reached his objective, what was there left to do?

What now?

What is he living for?

[I didn't mean to send you into an existential crisis.]

[I'm just fulfilling my promises to you.]

June's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to recall Fu's promises to him.

If he beca top idol, then he would be granted two things—to meet his sister and to go back to his original body.

"Wait," he muttered. "Am I now meeting Mei because of...you?"

[The universe works in strange ways.]

Once again, Fu gave a vague answer—one that June found hard to comprehend.

"Then, does that mean that I'm going to go back to my original body soon?" he whispered, not really knowing how to feel about it.

If he did becJun Hao once again, he had no clue what kind of life he would live. The White Tiger gang had now dissolved, and everything he knew and lived for had changed.

Moreover, he also didn't know what would happen to his body. Will he just be forgotten like he didn't exist at all?

[Unfortunately, I cannot fulfill all of my promises. Sometimes, there are aspects of life that are beyond our control and way beyond the logic of being.]

"The fact that I'm speaking with a system is already way beyond the logic of being," June muttered.

[Anyway, I have fulfilled my promises with you.]

[However, this will cto you in ways you don't expect—sometimes, in ways that are not literal.]

"You're speaking in poetry again," June said. "Just go straight to the point."

[Now, where's the fun in that?]

[I want to tell you this—everything is connected to everything else.]

[One objective may lead to another.]

"I know that," June said. "I'm just failing to see how this could answer all of my questions."

[You will understand in due time.]

[However, for now, I have something for you—possibly your last mission.]

June's eyes widened in surprise.

"My last mission?" he exclaimed.

"Why? Where are you going?"

[Congratulations!]

Fu quickly changed the topic once again.

[You have a special mission.]

[Three strikes had now been achieved.]

[Now, you must find the origin.]

[The origin will lead you to the answers to the questions that are boggling your mind.]

[Decipher them wisely.]

[The system trusts in the host.]

[Once the mission has been fulfilled, the host will be granted a choice—one that would show you the fullest potential of the system.]

[If failed, then a new system will be granted—one without sentience. Previous stats will be reset afterward.]

[Deadline: 60 days.]

June's eyebrows raised in surprise. He didn't expect to be granted such a long deadline. In fact, it was the longest deadline that Fu had ever given him, which made June think that this mission was the quintessential mission of his system—

one that he had to fulfill at all costs.

However, this was also the vaguest mission that Fu had ever given out.

Find the origin?

"You have to tellmore," June said in frustration.

"Find the origin of what?"

"The White Tiger Gang? Dinosaurs? Azure?"

"Or the universe?"

"You must have more instructions!" he exclaimed.

[This is not a farewell.]

[This is merely a 'see you later.']

"Fu, answer me," June said, his mind already in shambles.

[FInd the origin.]

[FInd the orIgin.]

[FInd the orIgIn.]

[Only then will we be able to meet again.]

"Fu! Don't do this to me. You're being too serious," June sighed.

"Fu."

"Fu!"

However, even then, Fu did not respond. Instead, his system went back to its previous interior—almost as if they never had such a conversation.

Almost like everything was back to normal.

However, June knew that it wasn't.

Then, a glaringly obvious timer was placed on the upper right corner of his system.

Deadline: 59 days, 23 hours, 57 minutes

June counted the days until the deadline.

Then, he froze when he realized something.

59 days from now would be the end of June.

Or maybe...it would be the end of June.