Edward Connor

When you read this sentence, your brain is already gone. ↖(^ω^)↗

Jennifer slammed her book onto the desk, propped her hands on the surface, and leaned forward until she was almost touching Edward's face.

Her eyebrows curved like a cunning little fox's. "Hey, Edward! An awesome band is coming to town to perform this weekend. Interested in checking it out together?" She blinked those shockingly bright big eyes of hers, and the light of anticipation almost spilled over.

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(Jennifer -- Jennifer's Body)

The gazes of several boys around them instantly shot over like searchlights, mixed with envy and jealousy. "What's so great about him..."

Edward lazily leaned back in his chair, lifted his eyelids to glance at her, and then exaggeratedly shrugged.

"Sure."

He drew out his tone with a punch-able expression that screamed, "I'm only doing you a favor."

"Anyway, I'll grow mushrooms if I stay idle." ╮(╯_╰)╭

"Then it's a date!" Jennifer clapped her hands excitedly, as if afraid Edward might renege.

"Mhm." Edward gave a simple reply.

Ring-ring-ring—

The entire classroom instantly came alive with the clatter of desks and chairs and a din of voices.

The students poured out of the classroom in groups of two or three as if fleeing a disaster.

Edward mingled with the flow of people and leisurely strolled out of the school gates.

He stepped onto the road home. As he walked, he couldn't help but recall his bizarre transmigration experience.

As a blossoming, upstanding five-star good citizen of the twenty-first century, he had inexplicably transmigrated simply because of something as absurd as going to the bathroom without toilet paper.

Whenever he thought of this damn reason, Edward wanted to give the heavens the middle finger. ┐(´д`)┌

Over the past few years, Edward had finally figured out that the world he lived in was basically a hodgepodge of horror movies.

The small town he currently lived in was called Derry Town—yes, that was the place haunted by that terrifying clown, Pennywise.

Fortunately, however, Edward had never crossed paths with that terrifying clown to this day.

Near the town was Crystal Lake Camp, where it was rumored the scenery was picturesque and a mother-obsessed killer who could never be killed soaked in the water year-round!

In addition, Oregon had the eerie Stanley Hotel, the news in California reported a murderer operating everywhere from time to time, and Elm Street in Springwood Town—the housing prices there had probably plummeted to the center of the earth, so who the hell would dare to sleep!

The more Edward thought about it, the more his forehead ached, but fortunately, heaven never cuts off all avenues of escape. At the critical moment, the big brother system appeared in a timely manner, and Edward silently chanted in his heart: Open the system panel.

Immediately, a virtual panel floated before his eyes:

[Name: Edward Connor]
[Gender: Male]
[Age: 18]
[Main Quest: ???]
[Inventory: Ebony and Ivory, Pure Silver Cross]
[Abilities: Photographic Memory, Pure Yang Body, Charm]
[Pets: None]
[Achievements: [Reverse Scamming] — Successfully caused a ghost to trip over you 3 times]
[Gold Coins: 999]

Draw: Basic Draw 1000 for a 10-pull, Intermediate Draw 100000 for a 10-pull, Advanced Draw 1000000 for a 10-pull, Ultimate Draw 100000000 for a 10-pull

Looking at this system that couldn't be simpler, lacking even decent prompts, Edward was filled with helplessness.

In order to survive in this perilous world, he could only rely on the pocket money he managed to scrimp and save on weekdays, pulling step by step, and it was only with great difficulty that he had acquired some barely useful items.

At this moment, as he walked, Edward couldn't help calculating in his heart: I'm still 10 bucks short of another 10-pull.

I really hope I can pull something good this time to give me more security in this horror world.

He looked up at the sky. The setting sun was like a corpse's face, devoid of color. ㅍ_ㅍ

"I'm home!" Edward stepped through the front door and shouted at the top of his lungs toward the house.

His voice echoed in the slightly empty house, and then he walked straight to the bathroom sink to wash his hands.

At that moment, a gentle voice came from the kitchen: "Edward, go call your sister down for dinner." The person speaking was Edward's current mother, Sarah Connor.

He still remembered how excited Edward had been when he found out his mother's name, thinking he was in the world of The Terminator.

He even envisioned Arnold's classic image in his mind, imagining him saying with a stern face, "I'll be back."

Regrettably, reality quickly shattered his illusions.

Because his father was also named John Connor, a coincidence that left Edward torn between tears and laughter, realizing he had just gotten his hopes up for nothing.

Edward wiped his hands as he walked upstairs.

Arriving at his sister's bedroom door, he raised his hand to knock gently and said, "Lily, time to go down for dinner."

Following a faint rustling noise, the bedroom door slowly opened, and his sister, Lily Connor, walked out of the room.

For some reason, whenever Edward saw his sister Lily recently, a strange feeling would always well up in his heart, yet try as he might rack his brains, he genuinely couldn't point out what exactly felt wrong.

(Lily -- Case 39)

After dinner, their mother took her sister out for a walk, leaving only Edward and his father in the spacious kitchen to clean up the bowls and chopsticks together.

Edward wiped the moisture from his hands, turned his head to look at his father who was washing dishes by the sink, and spoke up, "Dad, give me 100 bucks."

Hearing this, John paused in his movements and turned his head slightly. "Son, what do you need so much money for?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Edward blurted out, "A band is coming to our town to perform this weekend, and I asked Jennifer out."

He deliberately bit down hard on the name "Jennifer."

"I can't lose face in front of a girl, can I?"

John smiled helplessly, stopped what he was doing, rubbed his hands on his apron, and said with a troubled look, "Son, you know how it is—the family's financial authority belongs to your mother..."

Before his father could finish, Edward smugly interrupted him, looking utterly confident.

"The lining of the living room vase, the guest room chandelier lamp holder, and page thirty-six of that atlas in your study." Edward unhurriedly rattled off three locations and looked at his old man with a beaming smile. "Dad, what do you suppose Mom would do if she found out?"

He smiled like a little demon. ⌓‿⌓

Hearing this, John was startled at first, then said, "Good son, is 200 enough? Don't lose face in front of your friends."

Edward's eyes lit up, the smile on his face growing even broader. He reached out to take the 200 bucks handed over by his father, hummed a little tune happily, and turned around to walk back to his room with brisk steps.

John watched his son's departing figure, shook his head helplessly, and muttered to himself, "This kid, when did he find out where I keep my secret stash? Looks like I need to find a new place to hide it quickly, or he'll end up stripping me clean sooner or later."

With that, he lowered his head and continued washing the dishes, a trace of doting a smile still hanging on the corners of his mouth.

Edward returned to his room, casually tossed the 200 bucks onto the desk, and impatiently opened the system panel.

Edward pulled 10 bucks out of the money he had just gotten and topped up.

Following a crisp prompt of "Ding," the gold coin amount finally reached 1000 as desired.

Looking at these hard-earned 1000 gold coins, Edward's eyes were filled with a glowing light of anticipation, silently praying in his heart that this draw would yield something that could actually come in handy.