Chapter 4: No System, No Savior
I tried calling out to the system in my mind. But no matter how many times I shouted, there was no response. Actually, after I successfully faked my death three years ago, the system disappeared and never showed up again.
But I still clung to a sliver of hope. Stupid system. Didn’t it say that after I finished the plot, it would guarantee me a lifetime of peace and prosperity? So three years of enjoyment before dying counts as a lifetime?
Caleb watched my panicked expression with great interest for a while, then finally raised his hand and signaled his men. "Take her to the car. It’s time to go back to city hall."
I… could only obey.
As the men closed in, I caught the scent of cheap cologne and leather jackets, the kind you buy off the rack at the outlet mall. They didn’t rough me up, just herded me down the porch steps, the sound of their boots echoing on the old wood. The leather seat stuck to my bare legs as they shoved me into the car, the city lights blurring past. The night air stung, and my mind raced: no system, no backup, just me and a whole lot of bad blood.