Syril suddenly froze on his seat, staring blankly into space.
He could have sworn that if Raja was physical, he would stare dead into his eyes as if he just cursed him.
Was he stupid not to have pressed the voice for answers from the beginning? Was he blinded by the desperation to possess an ability that he failed to rationalize the possibility of being roped into some kind of big deal?
Maybe the system will slowly corrupt him, turn him into a powerful monster?
Maybe the system is some kind of otherworldly technology that plans to use him to take over this world?
A system made to enslave women?
The possibilities were endless.
'A purpose,' Two simple words, but powerful, with limitless implications.
What could that mean? The system chose him?
He thought he was lucky to find a book in a trash and was granted a powerful ability. But now, the implication of 'a purpose' could mean serving an absurdly powerful entity.
