Chapter 18: System, Is This How You Let Me Experience It?!

“Ugh~~~”

Chen Jin suddenly opened his eyes, feeling the sunlight outside was quite strong. The next moment, his whole body shivered, and he was a bit disoriented.

“What the hell, where am I… huh? My voice?”

Instinctively, Chen Jin touched his Adam’s apple and looked around the room, utterly confused.

“Where the hell is this? Why does my voice sound like this?”

He abruptly jumped out of bed and rushed to a mirror on the wall.

“...”

Staring at the face in the mirror that vaguely resembled his own, with a scruffy beard and a buzz cut, dressed in a gaudy floral shirt that made him look both rough and flashy.

This definitely wasn’t him. It felt like possession, and this man looked significantly older than Chen Jin.

He only looked somewhat similar.

“Oh, right, the role experience… role experience!”

Chen Jin recalled that he had just used a system’s random role experience card, which apparently could only be used while asleep.

“So, I’m dreaming right now?”

“This is the character I’m experiencing?”

Thinking this, Chen Jin instantly relaxed. He had thought he might have transmigrated.

These days, transmigration novels were pretty popular.

“Phew, not transmigrated. If transmigrated like this, that’d be miserable.”

“Looks like he’s not doing well?”

Chen Jin glanced around the cluttered room, noticing various funeral supplies stacked messily.

The bed was unmade, and it was clear this character’s life was quite bleak.

If this were transmigration, it would be a disaster…

In those novels, the transmigrated characters were usually scions of clan leaders or tyrannical emperors, not some older guy living a miserable life.

“But since this is a dream, maybe I can be a little more reckless?”

In a dream, am I not allowed to show off once?

Ringtone!

Suddenly, the phone on the bed rang.

Chen Jin turned his head to look at the vibrating phone. Before he could react further, his body moved on its own.

“Hey, hey, hey… what’s going on?”

“I didn’t move!”

A very strange scene unfolded: although Chen Jin wasn’t controlling the body, it moved by itself.

The key point was that “he” picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID displaying the name “Bitch,” and swiped to answer.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

The unmistakable Wuhan dialect came from “Chen Jin,” leaving Chen Jin dumbfounded.

Damn it, do I know this regional accent?

But there was no time to ponder, because the phone in his hand was astonishingly high-tech.

Holy crap, what kind of phone is this?

It looked incredibly cool.

Answering calls just required sliding the screen.

The screen was huge—almost the entire phone was one big display with only a small black dot in the center.

It resembled the phones he’d seen in futuristic biopics.

A phone from the future?!

Chen Jin speculated silently but knew that he probably couldn’t do much impressive stuff in this dream.

This body seemed completely unresponsive to his commands!

“Got it, I’ll be there right away!”

“Chen Jin” hung up the call.

Chen Jin actually wanted to take the phone and play with it a bit because it was so high-tech.

He didn’t own a phone himself, only occasionally using his parents' old ones, which were just basic Nokia models with Snake and the like. This full-screen phone was a first for him.

Unfortunately, none of the character’s actions or speech were under Chen Jin’s control.

He could only experience it, except for the first few minutes after waking, when he could briefly control the body.

Perhaps the system allowed that to give him time to adjust.

Now, obviously, that control had been revoked.

Chen Jin’s guess was correct: after hanging up, the character slipped into a pair of flip-flops and headed out.

He had no control over the body whatsoever and could only observe what would happen next from inside the character’s mind.

Boom!

“Chen Jin” sped off in a van. Chen Jin noticed some lettering on the van.

“Up to Heaven!”

For sale: wreaths, burial clothes, urns, funeral supplies…

“So this guy is in the funeral business?”

Chen Jin’s mouth twitched, if it could twitch.

System, you let me experience this kind of role?

An 18-year-old boy’s life isn’t even considered a life?

This guy must be going to the crematorium, right?

Congratulations, young man, you guessed right.

Several minutes later, Chen Jin stared at the large characters on the building: “Wuhan Qingshan Funeral Home,” feeling utterly helpless.

Murphy’s Law was proving alarmingly accurate at this moment.

“They insisted we provide an urn…”

A chubby man wearing glasses approached Chen Jin as soon as he got out of the van.

“Do you want a coffin for your grandma?”

The character Chen Jin was inhabiting was hot-tempered and let out a stream of colorful language.

Chen Jin found it amusing, especially since it was spoken in the Wuhan dialect, making it even more entertaining.

The glasses-wearing chubby man was the same “bitch” who called earlier.

Hearing “Chen Jin” curse like that, he chuckled, “If you say it like that, they’ll be thrilled—free coffin!”

“Go to hell!”

“He’s already dead!”

“I’m talking about the one who wanted the urn!”

The two of them bickered their way to the mortuary.

A middle-aged man dressed in mourning clothes stood there; this was the person “Chen Jin” was supposed to deliver a coffin to for his grandmother.

In other words, the client who hired “Chen Jin” for funeral services.

Sure enough, the negotiation began.

In the end, “Chen Jin” saved 100 yuan by not providing the urn, sealing the deal.

“Bad luck!”

“Dead people still haggling with me? First time I’ve seen that!”

“Chen Jin” smoked in the van, continuing with his colorful language. The man dubbed “bitch” seemed accustomed to it.

They arrived back at the place where Chen Jin had initially woken up—a funeral supplies store, oddly located right next to a bridal shop, which nearly made Chen Jin laugh out loud.

How absurd.

A bridal shop and a funeral supplies store side by side.

And the funeral store’s name was surprisingly tasteful—“Up to Heaven!”

“Business is picking up!”

“Hurry!”

At that moment, “bitch” received a call. “Chen Jin” barely had time to catch his breath before flicking his cigarette butt, hopping in the van, and driving to the deceased’s home.

Someone had passed away, an elderly woman.

Chen Jin watched as “bitch” entered the house, pulling out his phone to start… messaging on WeChat.

Another futuristic gadget, a mobile app.

Chen Jin had seen this in futuristic biopics.

Was he experiencing life in the future?

While grumbling to himself, Chen Jin watched “Chen Jin” send messages.

It seemed the character had a girlfriend who stubbornly ignored him—no replies to calls or messages—likely cheating.

That was Chen Jin’s guess.

Right or wrong, he didn’t know.

“Chen Jin” scolded the girlfriend harshly on WeChat, then humbly begged for forgiveness, which made Chen Jin feel disdainful.

After that, “Chen Jin” slammed the car door and walked out.

The family of the deceased had already begun funeral preparations—some playing suona horns, others performing rituals.

After a convoluted journey, “Chen Jin” finally arrived at the deceased’s home.

The body of an elderly woman lay stiffly on the bed, and a chill suddenly ran through Chen Jin’s heart.

At that moment, a strange sensation surged within him.

Perception… Chen Jin’s perception became extraordinarily sharp.

The inner thoughts, limbs, and feelings of “Chen Jin” suddenly merged with his own.

At this moment, he had become “Chen Jin.”

Apart from lacking full control of the body, he could sense every experience and thought.

Including… carrying the dead!