I massaged my neck a few times trying to find any collars or tattoos, but there was nothing. Then… Why do I feel danger from that thing?
[Answer: Spiritual energy of the host has a close connection with that gem. It might have direct control over you, and perhaps could make your soul explode at will.]
'Huh?' My eyes widened with pleasant surprise, screen's center had a new sphere on which this was neatly written.
'You can answer my questions? Are you like some omniscient guide too?' My red eyes shone brighter and brighter as I enthusiastically asked in my mind.
As I was looking at my body, my gaze moved to the brownish dirty trousers covered with blood, and some of my skin, and an upper body which… Oh my god, the perfect upper chest that was bigger than most girls, and I could even move each of my chest muscles individually with thick, eight abs, perfectly separated, and biceps that were more than twenty-four inches, bigger than most steroid users who trained for decades back home…
Half the gymbros would definitely get on their knees for a body like this.
After a few more seconds of admiring my muscles, I inserted my sharp claws of nails in the small gap of the cuff's narrow keyhole precisely.
[System and host's soul have completely bonded. The great me can help you with your lack of intelligence. But, I know as much as the host knows, so… no :( ]
The bold text was written in italic font, as if attempting to sound smug, and embarrassed at the same time.
I didn't mind getting called retarded anymore. This thing was just that useful.
I focused on the man in the rob again, he was fanatically searching for us, his face embarrassed as the woman beside him scoffed.
I watched closely, rubbing the dagger in my hand with excitement as he clenched the blue gem tight, making it glow menacingly.
His eyes instantly moved to the direction of the barrel we were hiding around with a serious expression. With a sigh, he pulled out a long golden revolver with giant Chinese dragons drawn intricately at its barrel.
'This world has guns?' I rubbed my chin thoughtfully staring at the Victorian-era, long revolver.
"Wha—What should I do?" The classy woman finally began losing her composure, staring at cuffs that held no one, realizing the severity of the situation, and asked with a shaky breath.
"I would appreciate it if you could inform the guards." The man said politely, his salesman demeanor completely changed from before.
This made the woman nod repeatedly before breaking into a sprint outside.
'Well, now it's a problem…' The man didn't seem too strong besides that revolver, and gem, but guards, they would be a whole another issue. No, I just need to make it quick.' With a quick look through the walls, I confirmed that the area this cell was in was huge.
The woman was also on the fatter side, even with the curves, definitely not fit at least, wearing a Victorian-style long dress that reached below her feet.
And best of all was her mindset. Even though she began running, she seemed like the type to not give much fucks about others, and even ran just to get to safety.
She will soon slow down when she feels safe.
Guards will also take time coming here. I have the time to stick to my plan…
The wooden barrel was in the right corner of the giant room, surrounded by different torture devices, so locating me perfectly should be quite hard… I think.
He walked slowly, watching every inch of the entire corner cautiously.
My feet had left blood footprints too, so it was easy to find the basic direction even without the gem, but only the basics as I had leaped the distance that mattered most.
He checked every machine, with the gun pointed, and the gem clenched. One by one, first the giant table with katanas, then under the table, then the spike-filled chair, and the place where Alya was tied, taking mental notes.
'He could make my soul explode at any moment. Even when I am hidden... But he won't! As he said, we are worth a lot of money. It should be his last measure.
That is also the reason I can't risk attacking him randomly, as when pushed, he would definitely...' Now, he most likely thinks I am completely senseless, hiding in pure fear to escape my absolute fate.
In just a few seconds, he was standing just a feet away from the wooden barrel, pointing the gun straight at where Alya's body was. He clearly was very experienced at investigating to figure my location perfectly in less than a minute.
I had twisted my body and bones—almost restructuring my entire skeleton to fit behind the wooden barrel perfectly. It was a funny position, and I felt like snapping any second..
From his perspective, checking the barrel should be the hardest part as I could be hiding inside, waiting for him to open it to check it…
After staring at it for a while, he shook his head disdainfully as if confirming something, and tightened his grip around the gem, as if it could be crushed any moment immediately. Without hesitation, he lowered the long revolver and aimed right at where Alya's chest should be.
Before he could press the trigger, I grabbed the small rat out of my trousers' pocket, and released it on my left side with a grin.
Bang!