"Would you like something to drink, Master? Coffee? Tea?"
The voice was soft, feminine, almost too human to belong to a system.
Darren reclined lazily on his bed, one leg draped over the other, his eyes locked on the blue translucent screen hovering in midair. He barely glanced at the figure standing nearby as he replied,
"Just water, Lira. Cold."
His eyes were glued on the battle between Gegee and Shin.
The system girl walked across the room, her dainty steps barely making a sound on the marble floor. She moved toward a sleek fridge seamlessly built into the wall, and opened it to retrieve the water.
After killing countless players and leveling up almost daily, something had began to change in Darren. His system was overloaded, flooded with EXP not only from direct kills, but also from his servants—those who'd tried to flee. Many had attempted to follow Akira's path of escape, but most were now dead, wiped out by his newest skill.
