Reincarnated As The Diabolic System

Just then, Shane felt a smack on the back of his head, indicating that someone had just hit him. He turned around only to see Ed standing behind him with a dark expression on his face. His expression literally screamed the words 'if you dare to cause trouble, I won't hesitate to kill you.'

Shane was in a daze. He appeared to have returned to the time when his master treated him so harshly. He pursed his lips and shook his head.

He really wasn't as indifferent to emotions as he thought he would be.

He finally reached his cell as his body was pushed inside. Ed finally closed the door and locked it from the outside as he said, "Your luck is good that you got to stay inside the mental institute, but it's equally bad because this place is filled with things you wouldn't dare to imagine. In short, best of luck."

After saying those words, he walked out of the place with his hands in his pockets.

Shane didn't see the man anymore. In fact, he didn't see anyone anymore. His cell was small. Even the door was made out of metal, hampering his vision from the inside. Other than a bed, a small bathroom in the corner, and a wash basin, there really was nothing meaningful here.

For the entire day, he could only sit in bed and stare dazedly at the ventillation.

He almost felt like he was going to be turned into a bored, salted fish who had nothing to do but laze around.

Just when he thought his bones would melt because of the bored atmosphere around him, he heard the door being knocked as the person outside said, "It's time to eat something."

Shane patted the robes he wore and walked toward the door.

Ah, yes. Their dresses were also changed. He was now wearing a white half-sleeve shirt with brown pants, making him look like a poor lad with health issues.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he heard several people yelling at the top of their lungs. He looked around to see people of several kinds walking out of their rooms. Some people stared at the ground dazedly, while others kept yelling in a different language all together. Some of them even looked normal, as if they shouldn't be in the mental institute in the first place. They even conversed with the guards, laughing and patting each other's shoulders.

Shane averted his eyes and lowered his head, walking behind the man in front of him obediently. The guard took him to the kitchen and gave him the basics of everything here.

Apparently, it was a first-come, first-served place. If you entered quicker, you would get to eat food before anyone else. It's even possible that the first few lucky people will get dessert.

So everyone would especially line up in the first few minutes. It would always be crowded at this time.

Shane watched the scene, and he hesitated.

He didn't really want dessert. Was that really so important that all the prisoners would go rushing to that place like this?

He saw that the counter was full of prisoners wearing dresses similar to his. They were so densely packed around the counter that even Shane couldn't see what was beyond it.

He stood on the tips of his toes, and he still couldn't find anything out of the blue. So he just walked over to the end of the line and lazily waited for the crowd to subside. As he went closer to the counter, he heard a familiar voice.

"Hey! Don't crowd. "I'll give you a f*cking kick." The voice seemed to pause before continuing in a low and dangerous tone. "You guys really like to go over my nerves, don't you? Fine. Those who stay silent will get two servings of dessert today! Line up if you want two!"

That voice was so familiar to Shane that he almost thought that he must be dreaming. It was a female voice, of course, and this voice was really way too familiar to him.

Shane pinched himself.

No, it didn't seem to be a dream.

Then how did he hear Tess's voice here? Could it be that he had started to get hallucinations because of being alone in his room?

He was still thinking about it when his turn to get some food arrived. He took the plate in a daze and stood there, staring at the girl in front of him in a daze.

The girl had her red hair tied behind her back, and she wore her dress properly this time. Her loose shirt hid her perfect figure, which she would often show off during her college days.

Shane felt something blocking his throat as he stared at her.

The girl suddenly raised her head and smacked Shane's face, saying, "You dare to stare at me?! Do you want to die?"

Shane quickly lowered his head. As compared to his sister, this girl also had a similar temperament. She was also very hard to get along with and always frustrated, speaking to him in an angry tone all day long. She would only talk slowly and gently when he wanted something from her.

Ah, even here, she hadn't changed.

Shane kept his head down and dragged his feet to one end of the hall, where he sat in the corner at a table. Others seemed to have created groups where they sat and ate with one another. Some of them threw food at one another.

But neither of them dared to approach Shane. They seemed to be afraid of him for some reason, right?

Shane touched his face. Just what kind of crime did the previous owner commit?

He was always given strange looks.

He didn't **** that dead girl, did he?

Before he could continue thinking about it, the bell rang in the background as the officer standing at the door knocked twice. "C'mon! Time's up! Clean up fast! Those with dirty shirts won't get another set until tomorrow. So spend the entire night in filth!"

After hearing that, several people wailed in response. A few people even blamed the guard because of his ruthlessness.

Shane sighed and got up from his seat. Anyway, he was done with his food. He threw his plate in the basin. He washed his hands before joining the other sober people outside the hall. Some of the patients still didn't want to leave, and they were hugging the pillar tightlytighetly, shaking their heads.

The guards had no patience to speak of as they directly hurled the patients on their shoulders and dragged them away.

On his way, a man who was shorter and rounder than him walked over while they were walking back to their rooms.

"You're that Cooper, right?"

Shane looked surprised by the fact that someone actually dared to talk to him. He turned toward the fat man, not knowing how to reply.

He was the man, but he wasn't at the same time. He had lost his memories in the eyes of other people. So he really wasn't that person anymore, was he? After thinking about it, he opened his mouth.

"I have no idea. I lost my memories."

The fat man showed an expression of 'as expected' as he nodded. "No wonder you were so silent even after coming here. "So you were locked here because of your lost memories," he scoffed, "and they did give you a good reason to lock you up here." After all, you have just lost your memories."

Shane felt like something was wrong, and this young man seemed to know something, but before he could ask, his room had already arrived. The guard didn't let him stand by the corridor and chat. So he nodded at the fat man and entered the room.

At the same time, the top floor of the same mental house

There was a luxurious room packed with several dolls and other stuff. There was even a television set hanging off the wall with a huge crack in the center. A clock kept ticking above, making a clear, crisp sound that echoed in silence.

Soon, the girl sleeping on the soft bed surrounded by toys groaned. Her silver hair shone in the sunlight as she opened her eyes and looked at the window in a daze.

Her entire face seemed to have turned pale for a moment, as if she had just received a shock. Her entire body trembled as she moved about, and she belatedly realized that her body was shackled. She wanted to bite something or someone, but it seemed to be far from her mouth. So she bit her tongue instead.

The sound of alarm blared throughout the place. Nurses dressed in white attire entered the place with worried expressions on their faces.

They soon approached the silver-haired girl and gave her an injection. As soon as the girl received the injection, her gaze started getting dizzy. She loosened her hold on her tongue as she fell back to sleep.

Blood dripped from the corners of her mouth as the nurses attended to her wound.

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