The blue core sat quietly in the middle of Shen Haoran's open hand. Its bright flame had cooled down, no longer showing any fight or heat.
The damp air in the deep cellar blew past them, carrying away the last bits of bad smoke from the broken rocks.
["Since I have already surrendered, would you like to be the Host?"] Asked the Will.
"No." Haoran instantly refused, his face did not shift even a little bit.
There was no joy, no greed, and not even a hint of care in his gold eyes, because to him, an object like this was just a useful hammer to hit nails with.
He literally has no need for any system.
Instead, his pale hand turned, his finger pointing straight toward the stone bed where the young woman was sitting with her knees tucked against her chest.
