"Wait…? I can bring things from system space into the real world?"
[Umm… yes?] the system answered, its tone dripping with deadpan sarcasm as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe.
Razeal blinked hard. "So you're telling me… I can actually take stuff out from there into the real world? Like… anything? As long as I want it?"
[As long as the villain who owns that space agrees to it,] the system clarified.
Razeal froze. His brain felt like it short circuited. His fingers curled tighter around the two flowers Zenocide had given him. His mind was exploding with the implications.
"Wait. Hold on… How many spaces are there in the system space? Like it's equal to the number of villains, right? And what's the size of the space each one lives in again?!"
