Chapter 28 - Her Neighbor

Note: I changed the penalty for ooc from world ejection to merit points deduction.

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Crimson rays of light passed through the flimsy curtain and lighten up a portion of the once pitch black room. And bit of it shone upon the face a woman resting on top of a low quality coffee table.

At that time, Ingrid regained her consciousness with a heavy body and a splitting headache, as well as the smell of heavy booze permeated into the air.

"Ugh." Feeling nauseous all of a sudden, Ingrid stood up. With only the use of her instinct, she followed her feet towards somewhere that she thought of to be the restroom, however, with her hazy vision, she unknowingly stepped on a hard object which caused her to fall face first onto the hard floor.

"Aww…" Her nose hurts like shit she bet it was bleeding.

Ingrid invested all of her remaining strength to roll her body around. Then she squinted her eyes. Uh. Blinked her eyes. Uh. Then finally using her whether dirty or not hands, rubbed her eyes a bit harshly. However, despite this futile efforts of hers, her vision was still obscure that no matter how hard she stares at the ceiling, she can't picture out the shape of the bulb hanging above her.

"1002… " Ingrid was silently shedding tears. Since she woke up, she's been trying to contact that damn ball, yet for a while now, she still haven't received any kind of response.

She doesn't have the urge to vomit anymore, thanks to the gods, but she was depressed to learn that the body she's occupying right now seems to have a high case of myopia. As someone who never wore glasses before, Ingrid find this discovery a bit hard to accept. Especially right now that she can't do anything without the help of her vision.

1002: "Host!"

The feeling of the cold water hitting your weary face was just heavenly good. Ingrid continued splashing her face with water until she was satisfied. While wiping her face she asked 1002, "What happened?" As it was uncommon for it to lay dormant for a long while.

1002: "Eyy, you missed me?"

1002 keep hopping in front of Ingrid's face which made the woman annoyed she threw the ball away from her face. Then she wore her glasses, took a seat on a hard single layer bed.

"Go straight to the point."

1002: "Yes ma'am."

1002 took a peek at the pale faced Ingrid. 1002 dared tease her after ȧssuming that her head cooled by the water. Hmp.

1002: "Your first mission's result took a long time to process so I can only receive it after I properly sent you to the next world."

Ingrid massaged her still throbbing head and waved her other hand, indicating the ball to continue speaking.

Seeing Ingrid's impatient scrunched face, 1002 directly skipped towards the most important part.

Ingrid had a high expectation for this. Although she struggled for real in there, but her speed of completion was not something to scoff off. Yet…

1002: "...is 1."

Ingrid choked on her own saliva.

"Cough… Are you kidding me right now?" Wow, it seems that her head hurts that much that she started to hear things.

1002: "No. There is no merit in bullshiting you."

Yes. It seems so. Since 1002 dared to utter profanity in front of her.

1002: "You're points was actually high but it got deducted for the reason that you're true 'identity' was found out."

"Who?"

1002: "Not stated."

Remembering the scenes of the sudden bold actions that she made just after her transmigration made Ingrid can't help but sigh, "Stupid."

But… despite knowing her real identity, Rembrandt still decided to cancel the marriage for her...

Ahh, this is making her head worse.

"That's all?"

1002: "En, that's all."

1002 floated towards her and in a flash, like a deja vu, a large amount of numerous memories ȧssaulted her head as if a bulldozer rammed her head into smithereens.

Ingrid was overwhelmed. Too much if she can say. With her bloodshot eyes, she glared at the ball that was floating dumbly in front of her, "You… you---" Then Ingrid fainted.

1002 stared stupidly at its yet unconscious host. 1002 was trying to convince itself. It's not its fault right? Righhht?!

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This body's name was Clauen Sorzano, 23 years old, lives in a single room apartment, and currently jobless. And the reason why Ingrid woke up with a hangover was because Clauen just lost her job yesterday. The woman graduated as a business major in a community college, but she wasn't able to land herself a decent job so she just settled as a saleslady on a well known boutique. It seems that she had a dispute with another staff there, and after a few more skirmishes she was unfortunately got fired.

Ingrid mȯȧnėd in satisfaction from 1002's full body massage. This is 1002's punishment, to loosen Ingrid's stiff muscles.

Feeling a bit better, Ingrid stood up and then she began to observe her surroundings, Clauen's---her unit. Everythings was squeaky clean with only a few bottles scattered around. Also considering that it only a studio like apartment, with sink and all in a single room, the place is actually not stuffy and has quite a lot of space available.

As for this world's main characters… Ingrid's corner eye started to twitch.

After changing to a more comfortable clothes, Ingrid decided to eat breakfast outside. Her ref and cupboards were empty, there is literally no edible food stored anywhere.

Ingid swung the door open and came to face the side-profile of a man. He was tall. He wore a hoodie so she can't comment anything on his built but a lean one. His face…

Despite the hot stare that he received from Ingrid, the man just continued to walk forward, afterwards, he unlocked the door of the room next to her.

Ingrid's face was like a blossoming rose. It was starking red. She retreated back behind the door, and with her softening legs she let her back slide down on the wood material.

That man… is the male lead of this world.

Unlike Rembrandt's overbearing aura, this world's male lead had such a mysterious and serene air surrounding him.

But fuċk, bot only their body build and presence similar, why is it someone with a black eyes again?!

What the hell! Why is the male leads of the worlds she's been in to, always reminds her so much of her ex?! That's seriously unfair!

No! That's not what's important!

According to Clauen's memories,

His name is Van Deor, the guy living nextdoor, and recently... believe it or not, she discovered that he's actually a stalker, a stalker with a guts bigger than a bull to actually dare stalk a freaking. police. woman.