105 Already Inseparable (2/2)

Of course, the unbound system still hell-bent on impressing him said it was okay to throw the letter away because it had already saved the message in his memory bank.

At this point, Chris did not continue pretending he couldn't hear it.

He sighed and stated, 'I will reluctantly acknowledge you as the nicest of your bunch. But, bastard, I'm already moving away. There's no chance I'll become your host, and you know it. So when are you going to leave my brain?'

”Son, come, help me carry your mom's washing machine over there,” his father's voice rang before he heard the system's reply. He obediently did as told after leaving his huge backpack in the passenger seat.

The system in his head went silent for so long and by the time he heard it speak again, five more appliances had already been carried over by him.

'Yeah.'

His forehead creased, its tone already informed him it would be saying something unwelcomed and unpleasant.

'I'm not forcing you to tell anything. So nevermind. I'll just go back to ignoring you.'

'....'

Because he suddenly started staring blankly in the air, Mrs. Meyer who happened to be nearby glanced at him. When his mother noticed his darkening expression, she worriedly said, ”Son, I think you are already tired. Why don't you get some rest inside?”

His dad then came over and told them, ”Actually, we're all set now.It's already 7:50 and our new city is 4 hours away. Come, my beautiful wife and handsome son, hop in.”

Chris nodded and there was no change evident in his poker face when he got into the passenger seat. But inwardly, he was seething in rage as he just could not accept that the stupid thing would be with him for life. He demanded an account from it, but he almost exploded when it explained,

'...Half-host...'

He had to bow his head to hide the redness and popping veins in his face.

Chris turned silent for a very long time. He repeatedly pinched his glabella and hoped that it would help him awaken from the nightmares.

Unfortunately, despite the passage of time, the voice inside his brain didn't go away and instead started happily telling him that he was now someone inseparable to it. It continuously reminded him of the various bad news that comes with the first news.

In the end, when he could no longer stand it, he coldly and displeasedly asked,

'...You stupid bastard, tell me, just when did I agree to be your host!!!???'

Of course, the damn thing could not answer. It even pretended to be dead.

Because of this, as their truck slowly sped along the high way, Chris asked with every word heavily stressed,

'You won't answer, huh? You want to play dead? You idiot!!!'

'You're that desperate so you made me your whatever-host without asking my permission? If you're so capable, then why don't you just die and go to hell and then bind with someone from there!!???'

Three seconds later, thesystem answered in a very tiny voice,

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