The wind hit different here.
Soft. Warm. Real.
Too real.
I decided to ditch Zeref and Kael without saying a word.
I jumped off my steed and sat on the grassy field, staring blankly at the floating system window in front of me. The same blue hue I used to love, back when it was just a game. Back when none of this could hurt me.
Now, it asked me a question.
"Is This World Real? Are You Even Real?"
"Why the hell are you asking me that," I whispered, almost laughing, but my voice cracked halfway. "You're the system. You're not supposed to think."
I leaned back on my elbows, eyes fixed on the slow-moving clouds above. They looked hand-painted. Like the devs, or whatever gods they believed in here, were showing off.
"Events, quests, updates…" I muttered. "And now you're self-aware?"
The grass bent with the wind as if it wanted to listen.
