Chapter 2: One Year With the Devil

That night, just as I wan pull the male lead’s trouser, the system wey don lost since suddenly show and drop bad news for my head.

Omo, the thing shock me like NEPA wire. The system voice just land for my head like cold water, scatter my plan.

I look the man wey dey bed, face fine like angel.

This one no be ordinary fine. Him eyelashes long, skin like fresh pap. Sometimes I dey wonder if na cream or God just carry extra time mould am. But beauty aside, danger dey inside.

Na Musa Chukwuma be this—the notorious boss for horror game battlefield.

People dey whisper him name for corridor, say na only mad man go try battle am. Some say if Musa Chukwuma smile for you, na your burial cloth you dey wear.

Anybody wey try clear the game, na die straight.

E get one time I hear say one sharp guy from Law faculty try clear game—na so dem see am dey talk nonsense for Eke market next day.

And the guy no dey joke—he no dey like men at all.

Dem say for village, if Musa see two men dey hug, na so he go shake head like say he see goat wey dey wear shoe.

The system explain say na healing coma him dey, so e never dey conscious.

So na spiritual sleep Musa dey. Him spirit dey waka for battlefield, body just dey rest for hospital bed.

But by tomorrow, he go wake.

Game over.

Once that eye open, na new level of wahala be that. I just dey reason say, "Shey na now I go run enter bush?"

I cover my face with my hand. "System, so na here my own go end?"

Even my breath dey hot. I wan curse but my tongue dey heavy.

System: "Host, even though na you waka enter wrong book, I go still collect small blame say I no supervise you well. So, I don apply for special consideration. As long as you fit survive here for one year, you fit return your real life."

My spirit small small dey calm. Even though the wahala big, at least dem gimme one last chance. As my mama go talk—when pikin chop beating, na to find food next.

Better.

At this point, which option I get?

Who go gree go back home like prodigal son? I gats stay and use Naija street sense survive. Even if na to dodge Musa everyday till my time reach.

Na to just survive anyhow I fit.

No time to form hard man, na just to blend like crayfish for ogbono soup. I go humble myself.

The system still dey yarn: "Host, you get mind o! You even sleep with horror boss."

System dey talk like that your aunty wey catch you chop forbidden meat. The way e put am, I just weak.

I just force laugh: "Thank you for the... compliment."

Small shame still dey my chest, but I gats package.

"By the way, you be top or bottom?"

I nearly choke. For this kind situation, na orientation matter dey enter? Na so system dey do like aboki for gate.

Even though the voice dey robotic, I fit hear say the system dey gossip.

E clear say the system dey enjoy this gist pass me. Na the kind palava wey fit trend for Twitter Naija.

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