Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 124 - 122- Momentos {ARC 4}

"When your father comes back, we will discuss this in detail." Keira said, her voice firm and filled with authority.

The group nodded in unison, and Zosia took the cue to leave, retreating to her room.

Closing the door behind her, Zosia finally breathing a sigh of relief.

"I need to check the host account balance and map out my next steps," she muttered, throwing herself onto the bed. The faint creak of the mattress filled the silence as she settled in, ready to focus.

Without hesitation, Zosia opened the Quest Panel, her gaze locking onto the information it displayed.

[TASK]

[Main Task]

[Title; Make a Name]

[Description; In the host past life, she was unable to make a name by herself due to the constant, subtle interference of Aisha and her family (The Queens). She could only watch herself being battered and judged by society, unable to stand-up or find her footing.]

[Reward; ???]

[Side Task 1]

[Description; Clear up the air with Killian]

[Reward; Uncover the Mystery of Killian's Behavior.]

[Side Task 2]

[Description; Leave the Queens Family with your head held high]

[Reward; No Reward.]

[Side Task 3]

[Description; Graduate with a degree.]

[Reward; No Reward.]

[Time limit; 30 years]

Zosia glanced at each of the tasks and couldn't help but mutter to herself, "What could be wrong with Killian.

According to the host's memory, she and Killian did indeed break up today.

After the break up, she didn't have the face to go beg him to let her stay with him after she was thrown out, so, she stayed with his brother who was willing to take her in.

The more Zosia watched the memories, the more her facial expression took on a peculiar turn.

The original host and her ex brother had fumbled the sheets, it not only didn't help her but got her life more chaotic and messed up.

She suddenly remembered that she had used analysis on Killian, maybe it could help her find out what was going on.

Zosia was a little surprised by the results.

[Name: Killian Randall.]

[Age: 27]

[Gender: Male.]

[Status; Healthy, Feeling Betrayed, Soul sickness.]

[Bloodline: Nil.]

[Occupation: CEO, Mafia Lord.]

[Reputation: 60 (feared by his men and underworld gang)]

[Affiliation; Randall Family, DIOS Cooperation, R-Den]

[Personality: Cold, Loves with all his heart, Hates Betrayal.]

[Threat Level: Middle.]

[Skills: Draw down to see]

[Remark: The Mafia King is Reborn.]

Zosia understood that the souls sickness must have arised from the fact that he was just currently reborn and his soul was still adapting.

But, what she didn't understand, was his anger. Why was he angry? What had Auriel done to make him angry?

"If I don't even know what happened, how do I appease him." Zosia clicked her tongue, her gaze scanning the room that was filled with cluttered boxes.

The servants (Workers) saw no need to arrange her stuff, since she would soon be leaving.

Zosia decided not to bother with that for now but to deal with what was in front of her, else she may lose the advantage she had now.

Taking out the host phone, she opened her bank app to check her balance.

What was left wasn't much but enough to get her a house of her own, close to the slums area.

Zosia felt the need to remove the money from the bank, since the Queens have the ability to freeze her account and make her unable to use the money.

Using the host memories as reference, she knew the Queens would watch her like a hawk, so she couldn't just produce money from nowhere, meaning, she could only honestly go find a job.

Knowing fully well that the jobs available to her would either be tutoring, handyman, cleaner, waiter etc.. She knew she still had to do one of them.

Zosia took a deep breath and began packing. The room was quiet except for the soft rustle of her movements.

She reached for one of the empty boxes by the bed and started with the books.

One by one, she placed each volume in the box, running her fingers over their worn spines before setting them down. They were like old friends, familiar and comforting. Some of the books included her school books and novels.

She moved to her clothes next, picking out only what she'd need or could easily carry.

Some items she folded neatly, thinking they might fetch a bit if resold, while others she set aside.

"Every bit helps," she whispered to herself, tucking a few shirts and sweaters into the box.

As she reached for the bottom drawer of her dresser, her hand froze.

Opening it, she realized the other side was packed with small, wrapped gifts. For a moment, she simply stared, confused. Then, slowly, memories surfaced.

The host— that Zosia inhabited—had a habit. Whenever she was at fault or had a fight with Killian, she would buy him something. But her pride never let her actually give the gifts to him.

She'd leave them here, tucked away, where neither of them would ever see them again. A secret pile of half-hearted apologies.

Zosia's chest tightened. These gifts were little tokens of regret, a silent admission of feelings she—or rather, the host—had struggled to express.

If not for the system task, Zosia didn't see the need to go that far to apologize to Killian or appease him.

Zosia opened the drawer fully and behind the gifts lay a bigger box.

She reached for the larger box. She felt a little bit curious, what could the original host have gotten for Killian?

She eased the lid open, revealing a sleek, black handgun nestled inside.

The weapon lay there, silent yet ominous, its polished metal glinting under the soft light.

It was no ordinary gun.

The grip was custom-crafted with a rich, dark mahogany finish, smooth to the touch, yet textured enough for a firm hold.

Along the barrel, intricate silver engravings traced patterns of vines and sharp, geometric lines, giving it a look both elegant and deadly.

Zosia's breath hitched as she took in the details.

This was a high-caliber weapon, made for power and precision.

From the weight of it alone, she could tell it packed immense firepower, capable of taking down even the most formidable target.

The trigger was sensitive, designed to fire with the slightest squeeze, ensuring there'd be no room for hesitation or error. A single shot from this gun would be enough to stop an opponent in their tracks.

As she examined the weapon, she recognized the hand gun as Vulcan X1 Hybrid with a caliber of .357 Magnum or .44 Magnum

These rounds are powerful enough for longer-range engagement and have sufficient stopping power, making them suitable for both close-range encounters and sniping purposes within a moderate range (up to around 150 yards).

It's Barrel Length also had an Interchangeable System with a sniping Mode of 10-12 inch extended barrel for improved accuracy and range and a handgun Mode of 5-6 inch standard barrel for easier handling and mobility.

Zosia glanced at the equipped compact, detachable 4x scope for sniping mode with Iron sights or reflex sight for quick acquisition in handgun mode.

The gun has an adjustable recoil spring and customizable grip to provide stability in sniper mode and manageable recoil in handgun mode.

It also has an optional foldable or detachable stock to steady the firearm in sniper configuration, which can be removed when used as a handgun.

Twirling the gun, she couldn't help but mutter, "A semiautomatic gun that allows for rapid follow-up shots if needed in both configurations."

As for the materials used, she guessed they were constructed from lightweight but durable alloys, such as titanium or a polymer-metal hybrid, to maintain mobility without sacrificing durability.

She checked the magazine capacity, which had about 8-10 rounds, balancing size with capacity to ensure reliability in various roles.

Looking at the sleek, modular design that has an ergonomic grip for comfortable handling, she felt a memory flicker in her mind as she recalled one scene of the host's memory.

It was when Auriel had seen a picture of this exact gun on Killian's phone.

She'd asked him if he liked guns, and he'd mentioned, almost casually, that he'd love to own one like it.

Now seeing the gun, Zosia was more than sure that Auriel must have always taken Killian words to heart.

Just looking at the gun, she could already imagine how much it must have cost Auriel to get it and the connections she either had to sacrifice or get.

The host must have loved Killian, just that she didn't know how to express it.

Going through the memories of the host interaction with Killian, she sighed.

"Gosh! How had the two dumb children dated?"

Killian gave his all and Auriel being on the receiving end, whenever she want to reciprocate will hold back due to fear, pride and some words her step-mom had once said to her in passing.

One time, her Step- mom had told her that if she always behaved like she was in love with him that Killian would leave her.

"Sigh!"

Zosia couldn't help but sigh. Couldn't the foolish host had known that her step-mom didn't like her and seeing how happy she was with Killian wanted to spoil their relationship.

Zosia's heart softened, the weight of the gun heavy in her hands as she made up her mind.

This wasn't just about a task from the system anymore. It was a chance to make amends, to show Killian that he was truly cared for, even if the host could never say it out loud.

With a steady breath, she carefully placed the gun back in the box and closed it, a quiet resolve settling within her. She would find a way to bridge the gap left by the original host pride.

But first, her situation was truly dire.

Zosia opened the remaining gift boxes and to every box she opened, a related memory would pop up in her mind, further cementing the fact that Auriel really loved Killian.

"Sigh! So stupid." She muttered.

Gently arranging the gifts, she packed them in another box and sent it to her space.

Zosia continued with the rest of her packing. By the time she was done, it was already evening.

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This chapter would have come earlier but I was busy editing it.

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