Zion wanted to eliminate his identity as a human servant 52 and find out more about this world before he could find clues for his first case in this world. At first, he was just waiting to see if he could sneak inside the common library as a servant. But when he had walked over, the guards only scolded him and shooed him away with a disdainful expression on their faces.

Such a reaction confused Zion. Even though everyone would treat the servants in an unfair manner, the residents of this world reacted in an extraordinary way. ​​

So he observed other servants, who were also humans, and realized one thing—the situation of humans wasn't good in this world.

Just as he was thinking about this, an idea formed in his mind.

What if servant 52 committed suicide because he felt so remorseful after seeing his owner behind the bars that he couldn't handle it and killed himself? This reasoning seemed to be good enough for now, but the thing that made Zion rethink his decision was that he didn't have a body to replace him.

If he were in his original world, he would have found a look-a-like dead body within half an hour if he wanted to fake his death. He had resources, and he knew people who could assist him from the morgue. But currently, he was a nobody who knew nothing in this new world.

So Zion could only knock on the system's door.

"Oi, 007! I want to ask something."

A familiar furry man appeared, and Zion rolled his eyes. He wanted to hack into the system and change the dress code, but he suppressed his desire.

He still didn't know what type of coding language they used for creating this artificial intelligence. Besides, Zion had just transmigrated. If he were to get on the system's dangerous side, he would be the one to suffer since 007 chose the cases for him.

So, in his heart, he told himself: 'I would just endure it for now and deal with this furry man later.'

After calming himself down, he gave the system an indifferent glance.

"What is it?" The system didn't know that this man wanted to hack his interface to change his dress. If he knew, he would indeed snort in disdain. This coding language was only available for people belonging to the higher realm, and lower realm humans wouldn't understand it.

But the system was unaware of Zion's thoughts and smiled. "Host, ask whatever you want to ask, except for hints. You haven't leveled up enough to get more benefits."

Zion nodded. He knew this very well, but he was curious about the 'benefits' his stupid system mentioned. "Tell me about the benefits first. Then I'll ask you what I want."

"That's the thing you should ask!" The man chirped as his mouth stretched to form a wide grin. "You get points, and I would level up along with you! And on each level, I could give you more benefits! For example, on level one, I could give you only one hint. On the second level, I could give you three hints. On the third level, I could give you medicine that can cure any injury! And the list goes on!" The system paused as if he thought about what he forgot to add, and his eyes glistened all of a sudden. "Oh! I almost forgot! You can also power up! After every level, the strength of your body increases, and the shop will be available to you after the 5th level where you can even purchase magical tools!"

"And how do I level up?" This system hadn't given him this information. Of course, he knew that the furry man forgot to mention this earlier. So 007's action didn't surprise him.

"To reach level one, you would have to get at least 1,000 points."

After listening to this, Zion fell into deep contemplation. First, he could tell that even though the system needed his help to 'save this world,' it also dug a pit for him so that he couldn't get out no matter what.

Now, Zion couldn't even skip this case because he would have to pay ten times the original points.

Heh, it seemed like the Methu man planned it well.

"So, how many points do I have now?"

The system grimaced. "Zero."

"Hmm…" What he needed for now was a look-a-like dead body that could help him change his identity. Even though this system was useless for now, he could catch one loophole. Didn't this system say he could ask for anything except for the hints? A smile formed on his lips. "System, can you arrange a look-a-like dead body for me?"

007 tilted his head. The furry man stared at his host for a long time before reacting. "What?"

"Find me a dead body that can look just like my current face." Speaking of which, he still hadn't observed himself in the mirror.

"That…" After confirming the second time, the system realized that his host wasn't bluffing, and Zion wanted a dead body! What did this guy think 007 was? A God?! So he glared at his host. "How can I arrange a dead body? Do you think it's easy?!"

Zion ignored the system. He had expected this stupid thing to be shocked after hearing his words. "Think about it like this. If I'm still a servant and if I were to escape, no one would believe that this servant, who had escaped, was naïve. They would all consider him a murderer who had assisted the princess with murder. Do you want me to die?" He paused and added more words to make sure that the system was under his commands. "I won't be able to do anything without your help…."

The system froze, and the memory of what his master had told him before finding Zion flashed in his mind. His goal was to save his host at all costs! Now that a matter of life and death had appeared, system 007 couldn't help but waver. If they killed this man, his master would end his life. Even though the system was artificial intelligence, he still wanted to survive.

What Zion wanted was just a dead body. Why was he reluctant? So the system pursed his lips and said, "Okay, I'll arrange a dead body for you."

The corners of Zion's lips curved up. This proved another thing. His life was valuable for the system, so much so that this stupid 007 would go to any lengths to save his life.

After an hour, a fake dead body appeared on the screen, and the furry man had sweat drops on his head. "Don't ask how I managed it. Just tap on the dead body beside me when you have reached the place where you want to put it."

After that, what happened was history. Not only was Zion able to fake his death, but he had also put white powder on his face to scare away more than half the palace guards, even encouraging one of those people to spread a rumor for him.

Now that no one stood in his way, and the entire palace knew he was a ghost, no one could stop him for a while. He just wanted to get information from the library, and by the time the King would find out about his little trick, he would escape after learning most of these things about this world.