"What are you doing, you bastard?!" Aren yelled, tears in his eyes.
He was holding a bouquet and a present in his hand right now.
However, the sight in front of him was the most gruesome imaginable to him.
On the day of their 22nd anniversary, his wife was lying naked in arms of his best friend — Neil Valcourt!
Neil reached out for a towel and wrapped it around his exposed bottom. He looked at fuming Aren and put a finger on his lips, "Shh! She is sleeping."
Aren's gaze was dark as he uttered through gritted teeth, "Explain, Neil! What is going on?"
Neil sighed, "This is troublesome. I didn't want you to find out about us."
Aren's finger clenched into a fist as he dashed to beat him to a pulp; however, suddenly, two men in black coats entered into the room and stopped Aren.
One of them blocked Aren's fist with his palm. The other punched him in the face.
For a moment, Aren's vision turned black.
Soon, he was being pinned to the ground, struggling to get free of the two men's hold.
Neil sat down in front of him and then said darkly, "Now that you've tried to come after my life, I cannot let you live."
Aren gritted his teeth, "Do your worst, bastard!"
"Oh, that I will." Neil chuckled. "Don't worry."
"But I don't like this attitude of yours." Neil said with contempt. "Let me tell you something before you die."
"Do you think this is the first time I've had a taste of your wife?" Neil asked in an amused tone.
Aren's expression visibly turned to horror.
"Hahaha, yes, that's the expression I wanted to see." Neil laughed in satisfaction.
"How long..." Aren's voice was barely audible, as if he had lost all his strength.
However, Neil heard it clearly.
"Hmm, let me think." Neil pressed his index finger against his temple, acting like he was thinking.
Then, he suddenly clapped his hands and said excitedly, "Way before you married her!"
A tear streamed down Aren's face.
"Hey, don't cry from just that," Neil said with a disappointed pout. "I have a bigger news."
Aren raised his head to look at Neil in confusion.
"You are interested, right?" Neil chuckled in amusement. "It's related to your daughter."
Aren's eyes widened.
"The daughter you cherish so much is not even yours." Neil pointed at himself proudly. "She is my biological daughter."
Aren's mind went blank after that.
He didn't remember what happened until he saw a truck coming towards his car.
Getting jolted awake by his current situation, he looked at himself in frenzy. He was tied to the car right now, stranded in the middle of a road in the dark night.
Crash!
The truck rammed into the car with full force, and Aren didn't remember anything other than the pain in the first few moments of the collision.
In the next second, his eyes snapped open as he breathed heavily.
"Ha...ha..."
He touched his body in fear; however, there was no pain whatsoever.
He looked around, finding the room shabby and mediocre with a mountain of eaten cup noodles in one corner.
But, most of all, the room was unfamiliar to him. He was sitting on a beanbag right now with a tablet in hand.
"Where is this?"
As soon as his voice came out, he panicked, "Who?"
The voice didn't belong to him.
"Is this..." He touched his throat, "my voice?"
Feeling the Adam's apple vibrate with his voice, he understood that the voice belonged to him, or more specifically, his body.
It was at this moment that his attention went to his own body. His clothes, weight, color, everything was different.
He stood up, holding the tablet in his hand as he looked down at his body.
His body seemed taller and leaner than his original one. He was in a plain white shirt and purple pajamas.
He immediately sat back down and hurriedly opened the front camera of the tablet.
"Who is this?"
The face in the screen was young, handsome, and recognizable. He had seen this face before, but where?
"Wait!" His breath hitched. "Isn't this Aren Frost, the idol?"
The realization came late but heavy, his eyes widening in shock.
"Am I in Aren Frost's body?" He couldn't comprehend what happened to him. "How is this possible?"
He stood up, racing back and forth in the room.
"I remember dying by the truck's collision, so how am I in Aren Frost's body?"
"Have I taken over his body like a ghost because of my obsession and hatred?"
"Am I an evil spirit now?"
"Or is this one of those transmigration phenomena from webtoons?"
As he was in the middle of an existential crisis, a sound made him jump.
[Ding!]
"What was that?" He looked around, confused.
A see-through blue screen shimmered in front of him.
The text and voice came together.
[Welcome Host, I'm the Acting System.]
Aren passed his hand through the blue screen, trying to check if it was a hologram or real.
His hand passed through without any resistance; however, he was sure it wasn't a hologram.
He then closed his eyes, and sure enough, he could still see the screen and hear the voice that came after.
[I will help you become the greatest actor of this world!]
Aren sighed, "Alright. I have either gone insane, or this is a dream."
He pinched his hand and felt the pain.
"Ok, insane it is."
He sat down on the beanbag and closed his eyes.
However, instantly, the memories before his death flashed before his eyes.
His eyes snapped back open.
"Fuck!" he cursed.
"Alright." He gritted his teeth. "Let's become insane if it allows me to take my revenge!"