Lucifer slowly opened his eyes after stepping through the door to get back to his world. He could feel himself sitting on the worn out bed that he used to sleep on. His feet were touching the familiar cold wooden floor.
Lucifer slowly opened his eyes, he thought that the first thing he would see would be a damp, dirty, small, dark room - that was where he lived.
But the reality was much more cruel. The first thing that caught his eyes was a man with a scraggly beard, he had long pink hair, his lips were red like a rose, he was wearing a tight pink suit that highlighted his muscular, hairy body.
His face was so close to Lucifer's that he thought the man was about to kiss him.
Lucifer didn't know whether to call this person a man or a woman. He couldn't even tell if this was a human or a monster.
Lucifer screamed in shock. He immediately pulled back his fist and punched the man with pink hair in the nose.
Receiving Lucifer's punch filled with "love", the man immediately retreated in alarm and held his nose in pain. At the same time, Lucifer retreated close to the wall and took a defensive stance, preparing to beat the man to death if necessary.
"Who are you!" Lucifer shouted.
"Calm down kid, I'm a good person, not a bad person." The man tried to force a smile to reassure Lucifer.
But his smile only made Lucifer feel more nauseous and frightened, not able to make him feel better.
"Don't come here, pervert! I'm only 15 years old! Besides, I'm not gay! If you do anything to me, you'll go to jail!" Lucifer screamed in horror.
"Hmm… I know you're a little panicked after completing the Trial, but that's too much."
After saying that, the man immediately disappeared in front of Lucifer, as if he had never been there. Then, he suddenly appeared behind him and pressed him down on the bed.
Lucifer became even more terrified after being pressed down on the bed. He tried to shout as loudly as he could:
"Don't! I don't want to lose my first time! Especially to a man! Please spare me sir!"
***
After Lucifer calmed down, he realized that the man, or woman, sitting in front of him was one of the strongest system awakeners in this country.
Did that mean that Lucifer had just been rude to someone who was powerful, strong, and rich?
Just thinking about it was enough to make Lucifer regret it to death.
"Hey kid, why don't you go to a Guild on your 15th birthday? If you go there, they'll prepare more for you, and even if you die in the Trial, they can quickly clean up your body. It's because of you that the people who live in the same house as you called the Guild and made me run here as fast as possible." The man asked.
Lucifer stared at the man with eyes that seemed to say: Are you kidding me? Are you stupid?
"How would I know the rules? I have lived in this slum my whole life, how would I know those rules?"
"Oh? That makes sense."
Lucifer looked at the man with an appraising gaze. He was wondering if the person sitting in front of him was really one of the strongest system awakeners in the country.
To Lucifer, this man was no different from a clown.
"Well, let's put that aside. Since you're still alive, it means you've completed the Trial, right? How does it feel to be chosen by the system?" The man asked with an excited face.
Receiving the question, Lucifer immediately answered without hesitation:
"I feel extremely lucky. Receiving the system is truly a miracle for me!"
Receiving an unexpected answer, the man's face revealed a puzzled expression. The way he looked at Lucifer was like looking at a lunatic.
After that, the man hesitantly asked Lucifer:
"Hey kid, how much do you know about the system and the Trial?"
Lucifer looked puzzled at the man's question. But then he answered honestly about what he knew about the system:
"The system is like completing a Trial, getting Destiny, fighting monsters to upgrade Destiny, earning a lot of money and living in luxury, right?"
"Is that all you know?"
"Yeah? Why? Did I miss something?"
The man's face immediately darkened. Lucifer didn't understand why he became like that, and he didn't care about the reason either.
Then, the man thought for a moment and said clearly:
"Hey kid, let's go! You really want to get out of this slum, right? On the way out, I'll explain to you about the system and the Trial!"
Lucifer's eyes immediately flashed with tens of thousands of rays of hope, his eyes shining brightly like the stars in the dark night sky. He had always wanted to leave the slum, and now the man that Lucifer just talked to wanted to help him fulfill that wish.
Lucifer had no reason to refuse. He immediately stood up and followed the man.
Lucifer didn't have many things. All he had was a few cheap clothes he picked up from the dump and a tattered backpack that looked like it had been made a thousand years ago.
"Are you ready, kid?" The man asked.
Lucifer immediately nodded. To him at this moment, this man was no different from a saint, a living Buddha who had fulfilled his wish.
Therefore, Lucifer had to be as polite and obedient as possible. He owed this man a favor, and Lucifer would definitely repay him.
***
On the way out of the slums, Lucifer received hundreds of curious glances from those who had looked down on, mocked, and taken advantage of him.
Now those people were all feeling jealous of Lucifer, and jealousy was the only thing they could do.
"Hey, isn't that Deadass Flies? Where is this kid going?"
"Don't you know? It seems like Deadass Flies just awakened the system or something."
"Really? Does that mean Deadass Flies has a chance to change his life? I'm so jealous."
Deadass Flies was the nickname the people in the slums gave him. The purpose was to mock him. They wanted Lucifer to remember that he was just a trash fly who killed his own parents.
But everything would change from now on. He would no longer be called Deadass Flies. He would train, become stronger, and become really rich with the help of the system.
Those who had looked down on him and despised him would all bow down to Lucifer and beg for his mercy.
Lucifer would receive the freedom he had always dreamed of.
***
Lucifer and the man or woman stopped in front of a shiny black sports car. Although he had never seen this car before, Lucifer could tell that this car was prohibitively expensive.
This was not something that someone who grew up in the slums like him was allowed to touch. Or at least not until now.
"Oh right, sir, what day is it today?" Lucifer asked, not remembering how many days he had spent surviving in the Trial.
The man looked at the watch made of pure gold on his wrist:
"Today is December 1st. No matter how much time you spent in the first Trial, it will still be 1 day in the real world."
"First Trial?"