I needed coffee. Or possibly a priest. Definitely something that could help me process the fact that I'd just convinced five women to form a permanent supernatural soul bond with me after a four-hour marathon that had left my everything questioning its life choices.
Also I had two Mythical-Tier Familiar Contracts burning a hole in my inventory.
I locked my door. Checked it twice. Then pulled up the System.
The blue interface materialized with its usual quiet hum, and Nel's presence settled around the edges like she'd been waiting.
"Morning, protagonist. Sleep well?"
"I got maybe forty minutes."
I'm amazed you got that much. The viewing stats for last night broke records. Multiple pantheons tuned in. Ares started a betting pool about whether you'd survive. He lost three thousand drachma.
"Fantastic. Can we focus?"
