The moment the dagger entered the wound, Selene Kane spasmed violently, letting out a heart-wrenching cry of pain.
Immediately, her eyes rolled back, and she passed out.
But Caleb Shaw didn't stop, gritting his teeth as he forcefully dug out the bullet embedded in the flesh.
Blood splattered on his face and hands, but he remained oblivious.
"System, is this guy born to counter me?"
Selene Kane briefly regained consciousness from her faint, cold sweat streaming down from the pain, and her lips trembled as she uttered a sentence.
She stared at the gray sky overhead, feeling like she was truly cursed.
The system feigned ignorance, its tone unnaturally cheerful.
"How could that be! Caleb Shaw is wonderful, winning the prize at once, isn't that fate? A blood connection destined by fate, a rare stroke of good luck!"
It spoke with great excitement.
Selene Kane rolled her eyes, the corners twitching, really too lazy to deal with it.
