[DING!]
I squinted at the message like it had just tried to sell me a scam.
[Host, you need to manually dominate her to complete the whole ordeal.]
"…Manual," I repeated.
[Yes, Host. You must make her submit through fear, respect or love.]
Oh. So it wasn't a scam.
It was a loophole.
A beautiful, sparkling little loophole that let me point at the system and go 'Not my fault,' with a perfectly straight face.
I turned toward her, took in her strange, unreal beauty… and hesitated.
Fear would work faster. I knew that. Break her hard enough and the system would be satisfied. Quick. Efficient. Brutal.
But looking at her like this—small without the sky, quiet without her storms—it felt… excessive. Like using a hammer on glass.
'…Yeah,' I muttered. 'Fear's overkill on someone who already lost everything.'
So that's leave me with love and respect.
Out of scientific curiosity—and absolutely not because I wanted to feel her —I stepped closer and poked her shoulder.
