Reincarnated As The Diabolic System

Hope continued to walk until she reached a familiar place, Hope's old house. From what she could remember, she had met Jake here, standing outside her door with a cold expression on his face.

Now that she thought about it, everything that had happened was way too ironic. She scoffed and walked over. Then she knocked over the door.

There was a voice heard from the inside as if the person ended up falling to the ground with a jolt. Hope hissed and looked down at her own waist.

She remembered this fall. It wasn't very pleasant, and this was the main reason why she never treated this Jake person very well for the first few days.

Her eyes couldn't help but turn complicated at that. Things sure had taken a 180° turn. Just as she was thinking about it the door knob turned. She adjusted her expression and turned into a cold guy.

Shane also munched on his food. Sometimes he thought thts he had become a foodie inside as a system. In any case, the world was going to be destroyed. He didn't think he would love any longer.

So what's wrong with enjoying life until then? It's not like he was doing all the killing.

Hope seemed to have realized what Shane was thinking about. She 'hehed' in her mind for a bit and instantly changed the body.

Now, she was the one lying on a couch with a table filled with delicious food.

Her eyes brightened as if millions of stars lit up in there as she quickly picked up a bowl of chips. "No wonder you liked to stay here. Heck, even I'd stay behind and become a salted fish."

Shane had a dark expression on his face. This was exactly the moment when the door was opened, revealing a very familiar beautiful woman, making him stunned.

So the expression the past Hope saw was exactly how she had described—cold and slightly dazed at the same time, but the dazed part might be her imagination.

Shane was really dazed. It almost felt like he was looking into the mirror.

He had formed a habit for the past few months traveling from. One moment to another, seeing the same face in front of the mirror.

He took a deep breath and decided to continue to act. In any case, he had developed a strange sense of tactical understanding with Hope. Even without her telling him, he would understand what she was thinking about.

He cleared his throat and said, "I've to strike a deal with you."

The Hope inside choked on her food. "Really. The same as I heard in the past. If you were a bit warm, I'd have been good to you."

Shane ignored her and said, "It's about Max."

The past Hope's expression changed again and again. First she was annoyed then it became irritated and then she turned into surprise and finally ended up being shocked.

She opened her mouth and said, "Wait a min."

Then she closed the door at Shane's face and stared getting ready.

Shane controlled his expression for a while but he couldn't do it anymore after that. "Hope can't you be a little friendlier?!"

Hope, inside his mind, was still eating food as she raised her head innocently. "Didn't I tell you I'll be colder for a few days? Your fault for being stuff faced and rude."

"And whose fault was that?!" Shane was annoyed. "Change the bodies."

"Nope!" Hope shook her head and declared. "I'll be your king and order you around. I also want to rest man."

Shane repeated a mantra in his head that he didn't want to deal with girls and turned toward the closed door, completely ignoring a certain girl.

Soon, the past Hope walked over with dark face and said, "Let's stand in the garden."

Shane: "Whatever."

Since he has already messed up, he would vent his anger on the past Hope for creating this situation in his life.

The past Hope felt veins popping on her head, but she still took a deep breath and forced a smile on her lips. "What kind of deal do we have? How do you know him?"

"Let's just say I was sent be someone from the past and the future," said Shane vaguely, indicating that he was a man of the past and the future.

The past Hope should get an idea about who he was and stop asking questions.

Sure enough, the past Hope did stop asking questions. She raised her head and said coldly, "I never thought you would be so rude."

"I'm just an envoy sent here to aid your mission," Shane lied without batting his eyelashes. "I was told you'd need help with Max."

Past Hope really did need someone's help, but her pride wouldn't let her do that. She'd rather suffer than beg someone and owe them a favor. She raised her head and stared coldly at the man.

"What do you know?" Past Hope yelled at the top of her voice. "How can you be so sure that I need your help? Get lost!"

Shane ignored her violent reaction and said, "You have a mole in your upper thighs."

"You-" the Past Hope's eyes widened, but to her dismay, Shane continued to speak.

"Your breasts aren't of the same size," Shane didn't feel a single thing while speaking those vulgar words. "One of your-"

The last Hope quickly put her hand on the man's mouth and glared at him. A hint of cold aura escaped her body, hitting the person directly in his face.

But who was Shane? He had already been used to having a cold aura around his body. He wasn't affected at all. Instead, the corners of his lips curled up to form a cold smile.

So this was why she would deliberately tease him at all times. He didn't know it was so much fun.

The Hope from his mind spoke coldly, "Hah, so you were the one who said that to me. No wonder."

"No wonder what?"

"Nothing," Hope was angry and wanted to punch his face, but she couldn't. "I'll get back at you when I wake up!"

Wake up?

Shane frowned, but he didn reply to her.

The past Hope finally calmed her anger and said, "No need to give me more hints. You're my future one night stand, aren't you?"

"What if I am?" Shane lied again, making the Hope in his mind choke on her food.

"When the heck did we sleep?!" She yelled while throwing a bowl of food to the ground in anger.

When she came back to herself, she regretted it. That bowl of soup was the thing that she liked. It was wasted just like that. Now she'd have to purchase another bowl.

Shane ignored the voice in his mind and said, "Hope, I'm sure you know why I'm here. Let's talk business, shall we?"

The past Hope finally gritted her teeth and replied, "Fine. But on my terms. You will stay one feet away from me. You get any closer, you're dead meat!"

It's not like he had any interest in her. Shane nodded coldly. "I'm bored by seeing your body again and again. How can I even get close without puking?"

The past Hope felt her body was about to burst in anger. But she calmed herself and decided to stay calm.

She really did need someone's help, especially the one controlling her body. It's like she knew that someone had controlled, but she didn't sense a killing intent from that person. Instead, she got multiple hints about the person she was searching for.

If not for that, she wouldn't have trusted the person in her body either.

But now an envoy was sent. Tch. Like heck she'd believe the man's words. It could be that he was a stalker who had observed her for a while and approached her.

She'd observe him for a few days before confirming the deal

After determining what she'd like to do, she raised her head and said, "Follow me for a few days. Show me your worth if you're so determined. Only then I'll consider dealing with you."

"Tsk," Shane spoke to Hope in his mind. "You were so cold."

"And you're blaming me? After what you said? Dream on!" Hope was still angry about it as she chewed with her face red in embarrassment.

Shane replied, "So what? You want me to coax you? Hah."

"Who said I'd like to be coaxed!" Hope backfired, glaring at the screen. "I'm fine just the way I'm!"

Shane seemed to have realized something. "Wait a minute…. If it were me controlling Jake back then, then I was the one who met myself…. Doesn't it mean I hate my own personality?"

Hah, you realized it so soon. There's really something wrong with your personality.

But Hope wasn't going to say those words. At this time, the man was in control of the body. She had to be a little cautious.

So she thought and said, "No, sir. You're very, very majestic. How can you hate yourself? It's your own greatness and acting skills that made you even angry on yourself."

Shane could sense a hint of sarcasm from those words.