Chapter 273
Daphne
[HOST!!!!!]
The System's voice isn't a voice. It's a shriek of pure, undiluted data-terror, a metallic banshee wail that vibrates through my very bones.
The world freezes, like a black and white photograph. A single drop of Felix's blood is suspended in space, a perfect crimson pearl turned to grey.
[The male lead cannot die.]
The purple orb materializes directly in front of my face, pulsating with frantic, violet light. Its usual flat monotone is shredded with panic.
Honestly? I've always been curious. What would happen if the main character of a world died?
I have my answer now.
I look past the system.
From the spot where Felix is falling; where his life is literally held in a fist outside his body, thin, jagged lines of nothingness are spider-webbing outward.
They crawl up the frozen bodies of the crowd, fracture the stone of the arena, splinter the very sky.
