Seeing the system enter update, she slowly cleaned the floor and went back to her room. The blood was stubborn. It had seeped into the grooves between the floorboards, leaving a dark, map-like stain. She didn't hurry. A bottle of industrial-strength oxidizer from her 'supplies' took care of it with a hiss and the sharp, sterile smell of a hospital. Another mess erased. Just like the body she'd dragged to the incinerator chute an hour prior.
A little over half an hour later, five or more deliveries had arrived. She began to stock everything with practiced efficiency. Of course, some delivery guy tried to probe. The third one, bulkier than the rest, had lingered, his eyes not on the package receipt but on the curve of her neck visible in her loose collar.
'Long night?' he'd leered.
She'd merely stared back, her gaze flat and empty—the kind of emptiness that spoke not of innocence, but of a void where fear should be. He'd paled, muttered an apology, and nearly tripped over his own feet retreating. Amateurs. As if a woman who hadn't seen the apocalypse would be an easy mark. He had no idea what kind of predator he was flirting with.
[Update completed.]
Finally over after 1 hour.
[World detected to be enter low server of
Hmm, the game's name is… a little strange. But lower server? Why? We humans…
[Host want to experience? Or host can directly enter system space and system will take host world to world…]
100% Trap. The system never talked like this before. Its tone was too placating, too… please me. A cold, artificial 'concern' dripped from the words. It was so blatantly manipulative it made her skin crawl. She didn't trust it for a second.
-No! I wanna play the game…
[hmm.. host, i suggest to get a talent about hiding status if you wanna enter game of gods server. Otherwise, with this status… you will bring disaster upon yourself…]
Oh, true. Her talent levels were too high for this "game." A new race gets an eternal talent? Who can resist the temptation of an eternal talent under your puppet or undead control? Who cares about a 1000 gold fine? But the system had a point. Her [Eternal Soul Vessel] would blaze across a low-level server like a supernova, painting a target on her back the size of a continent.
-Hmm, what can I do?
She got the point already. She understood it wanted something… a transaction.
[System can create a hidden status for you, but this needs Origin.]
-How can I get Origin?
Probably quests? Or something like that. Wasn't this the same as in those novels?
[Host can get it with quests.]
-Quest?
Say it completely. I can't guess the quest type. If I want the talent, I need it in 6 days at least, or even less.
[As a Limit Changer System, I require rapid progression through several transmission-type quests, similar to other systems. I will transmit you to a random world. Your task is to absorb the World Origin. After completion of five to seven quests, I can create a talent that hides your status.]
A Limit Changer System. The name was a joke. It didn't change her limits; it changed the rules of the game to suit its own inscrutable purpose. She was a variable in its equation. World Origin. It made it sound like a resource. But in every story, it was the conceptual bedrock of a reality—its foundational myth, its first law, its… soul. Absorbing it didn't sound like a quest. It sounded like deicide. Or worse, cosmic cannibalism.
-So I go to other worlds and live as others? But this world?
Let's just freeze it at this point, please. And I can go to other worlds to… stock up.
[I can anchor this world to a static point in the time river. We will return to the exact moment we leave.]
-Hmm, five to seven quests… isn't that too much?
Systems took too much in novels. Maybe her system was taking too much. Why not try to bargain?
[Sorry, Host. Five is the minimum mandated by my core protocols. Any less, and my operational integrity fails.]
-Okay, okay.
Classic. I take a loss now, but okay… I'll get it back a hundredfold once I have the power.
Five to seven worlds. Five to seven origins. The system would get its data, its power. But she would get something too. Every world was a new rulebook, a new arsenal of knowledge, of hidden paths and forbidden lore. The system saw her as a scavenger, sent to strip the meat. She would be a ghost, learning the skeleton.
-So, now I can do as I please in these quests?
[Yes. Would you like to start Quest 1?]
Kill the protagonist and get the world's power? It's never that easy.
-Yes, let's go.
The words were barely out of her mouth when the world lurched.
It wasn't pain. It was erasure.
The solid, humming core of power within her—the strength that could bend steel and outrun cars vanished.
A complete weakness even before opening her eyes she felt it, the power that awaken her talent her.. bloodline has gone connection ? still there she can feel if she wanna get it she can get but, before her thoughts go there a system prompt has appeared in her mind.
[You has been succesfully transmitted to...