[Transmigration] of the Great Musician

Experimental Arc 1.1

The piece of information gifted to Abel was the most delicious thing his eyes had scanned over. Finally, a puzzle worth his time, attention and patience~!

Wei wei bounced around Abel, inwardly complaining about the mans lack of attention or care.

'Host, host, pay attention to this young lord, he wants to get started and eat all the yummy points!!!'

Only a few minutes later did Wei wei finally have enough of Abel's silence.

[Host, would you like to be transferred to a world now? ]

"En"

[Right! *Beep* Transmigration starting...]

[69%.... 71%....12%... 96%.... 100%...]

"I need to teach you how to count, you don't just start at 69-"

[Transmigration complete! *Beep, beep*]

"Not after we finish this lesson on basic facts-"

[Bye bye host! I'll send you information on the plot once you wake up! Be sure to go straight to an uninhabited area so this system can give you everything you need to start acting the role you are given! And please be mindful that you may experience some pain in your forehead while the memories are allocated to your brain!!!]

" Now wait a second I just got the whiteboard ready-"

[And also be mindful of the female lead, she's a pesky insect and she schemes a lot!]

"Oh, I found the wooden ruler- "

[Have fun Host!] 'And be careful of wolves!'

"... en. "

Wei wei was inwardly sweating a bucket load of water as Abel's body slumped backwards on a bed of soft covers sewn together by black fabric.

His soul drifted upwards into the air and slowly disappeared, leaving behind a handful of plum blossom petals, making the bed seem like someone had decorated it enticingly with petals set for a romantic romp at midnight.

'How did Host even get a ruler? And a whiteboard?! There isn't some sort of secret room in here, is there?! '

Wei wei stared at the whiteboard, on it was words that was elegantly written in black.

"My love made of red petals
Waiting to unfurl and bloom
But years pass on by
And my love still remains closed

Bit by bit, bitter reality sets in
My red petals wilt
My thorns grow sharper
Winters pass and the red fades

Ice trickles on
Frosting these petals with blades
My love remains untouched
Cold and waiting

Other flowers around me
Blooming in the Springs breeze
For I am the only one
That continues waiting

And one day I ask
'Is this rose beautiful?'
No one answers
Silently I transform

For I do not want to be a rose
If my love remains unrequited
So I shall change everything
To become who my love
Wants me to be

This rose shall transform
Into another flower
But still

My love remains untouched
And my heart remains saddened
Tainted with bitter sorrow"

Wei wei couldn't help but be touched, and inwardly sobbed.

'Uwah, what is this sad story ah?! '