[Present]
[Host… where is that girl, Olivia?]
The system's voice echoed inside Arthur's mind.
Arthur froze.
His eyes snapped open.
"…Crap," he cursed. "I almost forgot about her!"
He forced himself up, ignoring the soreness weighing down his body, and frantically scanned the ruined arena.
Empty.
No sign of Olivia anywhere.
Only the bindings that had been used to restrain her lay on the ground—cut and discarded, as if mocking him.
"Fuck," Arthur muttered. "She escaped in all this commotion."
He scanned the surroundings again.
Something else was missing.
Jericho's corpse.
It was gone too.
Before he could process that, the system spoke again.
[We encountered five system users, and you weren't able to absorb even one of them. Just how useless are you, Host?]
Arthur's mouth twitched.
"Sure, I got careless," he shot back, "but you're just as guilty as I am, okay?"
[Can you please explain, dear Host?]
Arthur rolled his eyes.
