Mixing in another world with a mutation system

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I died, struck by lightning.

I lived for twenty-five years, never acted arrogantly, so why was I struck by lightning?

And the weather was clear, not a cloud in the sky, where did the lightning come from? Incomprehensible…

After being struck by lightning, my consciousness was pulled by a force, drifting into a white space.

The instant I entered the space, I saw a human body lying on the ground, its entire body blackened and smoking, with strands of butter
oozing from . This body must be what I looked like after being struck by lightning, like a burnt salted fish,
never to be turned over again.

Salted fish, it seems, can still be turned over and fried again.

I don't know how long I stayed in the white space, I had no senses, I could only "see"
a vast expanse of white all around.

My current state is somewhat like what charlatans call a "soul," and some scientists say it's another
form .

So, am I dead or alive?

"Your body is dead, but your soul lives on." Suddenly, a refined male voice came.

Hearing this voice, I scanned my surroundings. In the vast, white space, there wasn't a single living being.
How could there be human voices? It must be a hallucination.

"It's not a hallucination, this is mental communication," the man's voice came again.

Huh, it really is a human voice.

Is he talking to me? How can I communicate with you?

"Yes, I am talking to you. I know everything you think." The man emphasized the
word "think. "

Just by thinking? So he can know my thoughts…

This is clearly mind reading! He's spying on my inner thoughts, and then he lies to me, calling it mental communication, taking advantage of my
ignorance as a ghost.

"This is indeed mental communication. Because you are in soul form, this is the only way to communicate with you."
The man's voice remained polite.

Only this method can we communicate? Okay, I misunderstood him.

"Who are you? Why can't I see you?" Not wanting to be spied on anymore, I actively transmitted my thoughts.

"You are in a soul space; those inside cannot see the outside world." The man paused for a moment, then continued, "I
'm an employee of the Divine System Company, responsible for handling this accident, including the loss of your physical body
. You can tell me your demands, and I'll try my best to meet them."

I knew that lightning bolt was suspicious; I hadn't expected it to be man-made.

"Why did you strike me? What did I do to you?" I thought angrily.

"You misunderstand. This incident is a cosmic disaster, not man-made."

I was confused by his words. If it was a cosmic disaster, why take responsibility? Was he trying to act like
a terrorist ?

"What exactly happened? Can you explain?" I asked, puzzled.

"It's like this: one of my company's transport ships encountered a spacetime turbulence in space. The turbulence tore apart
the ship 's cargo hold, sucking a system into a spacetime tunnel. The system traversed the spacetime tunnel, entered your
plane, crashed into your body, and merged with your soul." However, when the system passed through the spacetime tunnel, it was infiltrated by an electric current.
After the system merged with your soul, this current was released, scorching your body. "

Why didn't you avoid the spacetime turbulence?" "

The spacetime turbulence appeared suddenly, without warning. Besides, it appeared next to the cargo hold of the spaceship.
By the time the crew reacted, they found you had already been electrocuted."

After hearing him, my anger subsided. Encountering such a sudden disaster, they were also victims.
I could only blame my bad luck for standing in the wrong place.

But I'm only twenty-five years old this year, with a bright future ahead of me. It's so unfair to die like this.

"I can help you find a body to be reborn in. Do you have any requirements for the body?" The man's voice interrupted at the
opportune moment . He

was spying on my thoughts again…

"I can choose my body? It's not an artificial human, is it?" It would be best to live again, but I'd rather be a ghost possessing
some unknown creature.

"It's a recently deceased human. You can choose the gender, age, appearance, etc." "

Male, 18 to 25 years old, handsome, Han Chinese, physically healthy, penis at least 13 centimeters long,
little body hair." After stating my requirements, I felt like I was making a sex transaction—how wicked.

"I've noted it down. Which plane do you want to be reborn into?"

"My original world." "

I don't have the coordinates of your original plane. When the crew pulled your soul here, the spacetime portal closed
, and we didn't have time to record the coordinates."

"Are there any planes with similar technology to my world?" It's a pity I can't return to my original world,
but I'm already satisfied to be alive again.

... "

Find a parallel plane similar to your original world, in 2017. Is that okay?" This time,
the man spoke after a long pause; he must have been searching for a plane.

"This plane is fine." "

Okay, once we find a body that meets your requirements, we'll transfer your soul there. Do you have any other
requests?" "

Demands? Making any more demands would be excessive. I'm not a greedy person.

Besides, this was a natural disaster; they could have ignored it.
They only ; otherwise, I don't know where I'd be now." The man's voice chimed in at the opportune moment. "Regarding the system, you should be careful

. Due to the infiltration of electricity, it has mutated, and some
functions may be abnormal. If you discover any unknown effects, try not to use it." 　　Mind-reading is truly brutal, specifically targeting the human heart. 　　"This system won't be dangerous, will it?" I was only concerned with my own life and death before forgetting about the system. I'll find out now before reincarnating. 　　"There won't be any danger. The mutated functions won't harm you either." 　　"How do I activate this system?" I tried to sense the system, but there was no response. 　　"It requires a physical body to activate. There will be a prompt when it does. The system's functions come with instructions; it's very easy to use." " 　　Will anyone discover that my soul carries the system?"

"Only detectors more powerful than the system, or those used by my company, can detect it. Don't worry,
those who can detect the system are usually powerful beings or creatures with advanced technology; they wouldn't even bother with it.
Also, due to the system's mutation, it can no longer separate from your soul; it will dissipate along with it."

His words reassured me. If it can't be separated, so be it. I don't need to worry about someone else stealing the system.
As for the system's functions, I'll have to study them after my rebirth.

Now, it's time to set off.

Rebirth!

...

"A body that meets your requirements has been found; your soul will be transferred there shortly."

"Okay, thank you." "

Teleportation activated!"

As the words fell, the soul space gradually darkened, changing from white to gray, then to black.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, I felt a force that shot my soul away.

The teleportation must have started. I hope I don't hit a wall; may the Three Pure Ones protect me!

...

How much time passed, who knows?

I'm a soul, not a ghost.

Sizzle!

After a crackling sound, unfamiliar memories flooded my mind, fragmented pieces, like
those of a young child. It must have been the memory of someone reborn, absorbing the memories of their previous body's owner.

The fragmented memories slowly pieced together, starting with the first time I learned to write my own name—Mijie.

At five, my birth mother died, and I cried inconsolably, constantly searching for her.

Soon after, my birth father brought home a strange young woman, claiming she was my new mother.

At first, I didn't like this woman. But after two days, her magic—
maternal radiance—melted my young heart, and I willingly called her "Step-Mom."

After I acknowledged her, Step-Mom's maternal radiance intensified. She served me meticulously, opening my mouth for food, helping me dress, bathing me
, and even letting me sleep with my head on her lap, treating me like royalty.

A few days later, Step-Mom brought back a little girl, saying she was her sister, and told me to call her Auntie.

Like my stepmother, my aunt spoiled me excessively, but I didn't want to be close to her because she often
did strange things to me.

Like rubbing my face against hers, licking my earlobe with her tongue, nibbling at my hair with her teeth, etc., always leaving me
sticky uncomfortable.

After reading this memory, I'm a little worried that my stepmother's excessive pampering might turn me into a spoiled brat. And
this aunt practically treated me like a plush toy.

At six years old, on my first day of elementary school, my stepmother took me into the classroom and then sat down next to me on a folding chair,
seemingly wanting to keep me company while I studied. However, the teacher kicked her out.

But that wasn't the end of it. She bribed the school security guard to sneak in during breaks and bring me all sorts of
snacks.

I don't know if she was reported by classmates or discovered by the teacher. During one break, I had just reached out to grab
the snacks my stepmother handed me when I heard a series of "crunch, crunch" sounds.

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw the principal, staring at me with a dark expression. Behind us was a group of
people who looked like teachers, one of whom was holding a camera and kept taking pictures of my stepmother and me.

My stepmother immediately snatched the snacks from my hand and ran away. Unfortunately, she was blocked by
security guards , and they confiscated a batch of stolen goods.

Afterwards, my stepmother and I were taken to the principal's office and criticized for a whole class period before being released.

My stepmother's headshot was also taken and made into a poster, which was put up at the school gate with the words, "If you see
her in the schoolyard, report to the teacher to get a 'No Parent Calling Card'."

After this incident, I became a celebrity at school and received a lot of attention. Especially those naughty students, they would
even follow me to the toilet, thinking that I could pull out the "No Parent Calling Card".

If my predecessor had read the story of Candy House, would he have suspected that my stepmother was a witch?

When I was seven years old, my stepmother secretly helped me with my homework from the time I started elementary school. Until one of my diary entries contained
professional terminology, which was discovered by the teacher, who made a surprise home visit, and I sold my stepmother out.

I thought I wouldn't be punished for betraying my stepmother, but after my biological father produced two jackfruit peels, I regretted being
the honest child.

My stepmother and I were punished by kneeling on the jackfruit peels for an hour. My stepmother didn't blame me for betraying her; instead, she taught
me the consequences of honesty.

Actually, my biological father was very lenient with me, except when it came to studying, which I absolutely couldn't delegate to others.

After knowing that my stepmother would secretly do my homework, my biological father personally picked me up from school every afternoon and
only felt at ease after watching me finish my homework.

My stepmother saw that my thumb and forefinger were red from gripping my homework, and feeling sorry for me, she called my aunt to stay over. Then,
she used the excuse of having my aunt pick me up from school and finish my homework on the way home.

However, on the first day, my biological father checked my homework and found that the handwriting was wrong, so he started interrogating me.

Actually, it wasn't my aunt's fault. She had just started imitating my handwriting, and even I could tell the difference. Unlike my stepmother,
who had been imitating my handwriting since I started school, and since my biological father didn't know that my stepmother was doing my homework, it was easy for her to get
away .

Last time, after my stepmother's strict lesson about confession, I didn't betray her and stubbornly insisted that I wrote it myself.

Seeing that I wouldn't confess, my biological father took out jackfruit peels and made me kneel on them until I confessed.

Perhaps feeling guilty for betraying my stepmother last time, I planned to kneel until I died rather than confess.

Just as I was about to kneel, my stepmother and aunt pulled me back, each vying to admit their mistakes.

After listening, my biological father took out two more jackfruit peels and punished my stepmother and aunt by making them kneel for an hour.

Truly, confession is the punishment.

As for me, my biological father praised me, saying I was loyal, and rewarded me with kneeling on jackfruit peels for two hours.

When my stepmother heard that I was being punished to kneel for two hours, she immediately flew into a rage, grabbing and tearing at my biological father. My aunt took the opportunity to
sneak into my biological father's room, took out several pieces of black leather straps, and put them in my pants, placing them in front of my knees. Later, I
learned that the black leather straps were cut from my biological father's belt by my aunt.

When my aunt helped me place the leather strap, my stepmother stopped attacking my biological father and obediently knelt on
the jackfruit .

Tsk tsk, the doting mother and the scheming, filthy aunt are working together remarkably well. If things continue like this, my past life might really have...
I might become a spoiled brat.

At eight years old, ever since my aunt moved in, she licked me every day. Every inch of my skin exposed
was covered in her saliva, which was very uncomfortable.

However, thinking about how good she and my stepmother were to me, and that letting her lick me wouldn't hurt me, I let her do it
.

Over time, I got used to being licked by my aunt. But as my aunt's breasts grew larger, she developed
a new skill—breast thrusts!

Whenever I sat down, my aunt would crawl behind me and hug me, rubbing her breasts against my back.
When I slept, she would hold my head and press it into her cleavage, sleeping soundly until dawn. When bathing, she would apply shower gel to her breasts and
use them to wash my body.

I initially enjoyed this service, until one time during a bath, I was sitting in the tub, and my aunt straddled
my lap to wash my hair, her two large breasts swaying in front of my eyes—it was so annoying.

Enraged, I squeezed my two large breasts together and bit down on their pink nipples to stop
them from moving.

After I bit down on their nipples, my aunt's body began to tremble, her buttocks sliding back and forth on my legs.

Slowly, she let out a painful cry. I thought I had hurt her and was about to let go when she
screamed and grabbed my head, pressing it tightly against her chest.

Then, I felt warm water splashing on my legs. I didn't have a chance to figure out what it was because my
mouth and nostrils were blocked by my aunt's breasts, and I could barely breathe.

I tried to push and pry, but I couldn't escape her embrace. Perhaps because I was small and weak,
my aunt didn't react at all, still pressing my head firmly against her chest.

Luckily, my stepmother was also in the bathroom and noticed something was wrong. She immediately came over and
freed ; otherwise, I might have been the first person in history to suffocate from chest confinement.

Having escaped my aunt's clutches, I was about to complain when my stepmother explained that my aunt's
reaction was due to the pain from being bitten.

I carefully examined my aunt, nestled in my stepmother's arms. Her body was trembling slightly, her breathing rapid, her eyes glazed, and
a trail of saliva clung to the corner of her mouth.

Epilepsy!

Thinking of my aunt's strange illness, I felt sorry for her and decided to take better care of her from now on, never biting her
nipples again.

However, my aunt was shameless; knowing full well that biting her nipples would trigger an attack, she still begged me to do it.

It seemed she was addicted to the attacks, which further strengthened my resolve to help her break free from the control of this illness.

I consulted my biological father and stepmother, hoping to find a way to help my aunt.

After hearing my story, my biological father looked at me as if I were mentally challenged, and after a long while, he shook his
head with a bitter smile, indicating that it was none of our business.

How heartless.

My stepmother didn't offer any suggestions either. Normally, she would have already come up with a solution, but this time she
remained silent, leaving me utterly perplexed.

A few days later, I still couldn't think of a way. Instead, my aunt came up with a plan to trick me into biting her nipples.

She bought a bunch of dairy products, smeared them all over her breasts, and waved a pair of delicious ice cream-covered breasts in front of me
, tempting me to eat them.

I was still a child, spoiled by my stepmother, and couldn't resist the delicious temptation. Within minutes, I was mesmerized by her
ice cream- breasts.

However, a last shred of reason reminded me to have my stepmother stay by my side to prevent my aunt from suffocating me in a fit of madness, and only then
did I feel safe enough to eat the ice cream-covered breasts.

As I expected, when I reached my aunt's nipples, she grabbed my head, holding me tighter and tighter.

I was already prepared. After my aunt let out a strange cry, I immediately bent over and slid out of her arms.

Escaping from my aunt's demonic breasts, I saw her arms wrapped around her chest, her two snow-white breasts squeezed so tightly they seemed about to burst,
a sight that terrified me.

I couldn't imagine how I could survive such a "hug."

Having had this experience of licking breasts, I no longer worried about being hugged by my aunt. However, I still
needed my stepmother to be nearby each time I licked, just in case.

After reading this memory, I was a little jealous of my predecessor; she was incredibly fortunate.

Nine years old, I don't have any very deep memories.

However, my predecessor had a concept of money and knew that her family was very wealthy, and she could have almost
anything .

One thing that puzzled me was that, apart from her biological father, biological mother, stepmother, and aunt, she had never met any other relatives.

It was better not to have any relatives, so she wouldn't have to recognize too many cheap relatives.

Ten years old, February 13th, was my birthday. My biological father drove my stepmother and me to Haikou for a trip.

The car was on the highway, and not long after, I felt a bump coming from under the car, and then the car began
to roll .

Although I was wearing a seatbelt, which prevented my body from being thrown out, my head was completely unprotected, and
the continuous impacts made me dizzy.

Just as I tried to protect my head with my hands, I was suddenly jolted and slammed against the car window. My vision slowly
went black…

My memories stopped receiving information there.

No memories? What happened? I was only ten years old! The body I wanted was over eighteen. Was there a transmission
error?

It shouldn't be wrong. The last image was of my head hitting the window; that might have caused memory loss. Was it amnesia
? Or brain death?

I shouldn't think about it. I need to wake up and see what's going on.

Beep beep beep beep…

Hearing a series of beeping sounds, I knew the system had arrived.

However, I wasn't in the mood to check. What I wanted to know most right now was the age of this body. I didn't want to
relive my school days.

Hmm…

My eyelids felt incredibly heavy; I couldn't even open a slit. Every part of my body felt like a thousand tons of steel, unable
to move.

I almost forgot, this body was injured in a car accident. I had only just taken over; it was impossible to recover immediately.

I wondered if the system had restored my bodily functions.

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