Masuk[DING!]
[Danger detected, Host.] The flying stone barely missed my head. Instead, it struck Riven's outstretched hand before it could hit the ground. I, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. Still hanging from his grip, he casually let go. THUD! I landed face-first on the cold stone floor. "Ow!" I pushed myself up, rubbing my sore back. "Can people in this world stop dropping people like bags of cheap potatoes? No one answered. Every head turned toward the entrance of the great hall. A tall man with crimson-red hair strode inside. His footsteps echoed against the polished stone floor. Unlike everyone else, he didn't bow or ask permission to enter. He walked as though the hall belonged to him. If Riven was terrifying... This one looked worse. Sharp crimson eyes swept across the room before stopping on me. For a brief second, I forgot how to breathe. Unlike Riven's cold anger, Nerien's presence was quiet. Quiet enough to make people stop breathing. He didn't need to shout. He didn't even need to frown. One look from him made the entire hall feel colder. "Riven," the red-haired man greeted with a slight nod. "Nerien," Riven replied, returning the gesture. The red-haired man's gaze slowly lowered until it settled on me. I immediately looked away. "Don't look at me," I muttered under my breath. "She's here," he said flatly. "Of course I am," I scoffed, rubbing my aching backside. "Someone kindly dropped me here." A few servants lowered their heads, pretending they hadn't heard me. Riven's expression darkened. "Why delay the execution," Nerien continues. The words made the entire hall fall silent. Even Elara's rabbit ears drooped. She carefully stepped forward, wringing her hands together. "Brother Nerien... Sister said she has changed,please you have to trust her" she called softly. He didn't answer her,he just stepped closer, This family seems to have intimidation as a bloodline trait. The moment Nerien stepped into the hall, the atmosphere had changed. Even the servants straightened their backs and lowered their heads. The orange-haired man stopped smiling. The brown-haired one silently stepped aside. Even Riven's expression became noticeably more serious. Yep. This guy definitely held the most authority in the family. [Host!] [New Target Detected: Nerien Goldmane] [Trust: Unknown] [Relationship: Step Siblings] [Hatred: Unknown] [Affection: 0] "Unknown? Seriously? You're incompetent." [It is not my fault, Host. He is about as expressive as a stone statue.] [Danger Level: 99.5%] [Current Survival Rate: 0.5%] "What? I thought—" My words caught in my throat. Cold steel pressed lightly against my neck. I looked down. A silver dagger rested against my skin. One tiny movement... One slight slip... Blood would be running down my neck. Okay... okay... don't panic. Panicking has never helped anyone. Actually, that's a lie. People panic all the time. They just usually panic before dying. Slowly, I raised my eyes. Nerien hadn't even changed his expression. "Hey, Big Brother... or whatever," I sighed carefully. "You've got the wrong person. I'm not today's sacrificial animal." [Technically, you are, Host. Don't assume you've escaped execution with an IQ as low as—] "Don't start with me." I cut the System off immediately. [Very well. Good luck removing that blade.] I stared up at Nerien, pouting. Then, with years of shameless acting experience that absolutely did not exist... I forced tears into my eyes. [Host. Your heartbeat has increased by 42%.] "That's called survival instinct." [Nope, That's called finally using your brain.] A tear rolled down my cheek. Nerien stared at me for several long seconds. Then... He lowered the dagger. "...Interesting." Everyone in the hall gasped. Even Riven looked surprised. "Why are you crying?" His voice was calm. Somehow... That made it even scarier. "Why wouldn't I cry?" I gritted through clenched teeth, glaring at him. Then, almost instantly, I switched back to my pitiful expression. A single tear rolled down my cheek. "I've suffered enough for one day..." For a long moment, Nerien simply stared at me. "...Enough drama," he finally said, his voice calm and emotionless. "We shall continue the edict tomorrow." The dagger disappeared back into its sheath. I rubbed my neck the moment the blade disappeared. "Still attached," I muttered, feeling every inch of my throat. "That's great." I swallowed. "I would really like to keep my head where it belongs." [Host, that is generally how heads are supposed to be,] "Not helping." The suffocating pressure in the hall instantly eased. I let out a long breath of relief. I survived. Barely. Without another word, Nerien turned and leisurely walked toward the exit. The servants quickly stepped aside, lowering their heads as he passed. Even Riven watched him leave without saying a word. "See?" I muttered under my breath. "He's the scary final boss." Yes! I'm alive! Maybe transmigration isn't so bad after all. Maybe I'll actually survive this novel— [Host, please stop celebrating prematurely.] [I earned this celebration.] No. You merely postponed your death,you wouldn't have succeeded without my help, tsk, Elara hurried over, nervously clutching Serena's sleeve, "Sister... are you alright?" I looked at her. "...Do I look alright?" She hesitated, then slowly said "...No." "Exactly." I said and looked away from her, I still wanted to celebrate my survival more when.... [DING!] A familiar mechanical voice echoed inside my head. [New Mission Activated!] [Spend the night with Nerien Goldmane.] "..." I froze. "...Come again?" [Mission countdown ends by the break of a new day] My legs gave out beneath me. I staggered backward, nearly falling flat on the floor. I stared into space. "...Do you hate me?" [Everyone does I don't wanna be different] "Wait, what?" [You heard me] "...You're joking?" [Perhaps.] "You're the worst System ever created." [Thank you.] [What kind of shameless system are you?!]I thought then turned "Me, spend the night with him?!" I unconsciously stretched my finger, pointing at Nerien, Everyone turns to stare at me Riven frowns. Elara blushes, her face turning strawberry red, Nerien stopped walking. Without turning around, he said, "...Did you just say you wanted to spend the night with me?" The hall became deathly silent. I slowly smiled awkwardly, Nerien slowly looks back over his shoulder, "Me?" I asked pointing at myself,"Why is she bleeding on the ground while you stand there pretending to be the victim?" He took a step forward while she flinched. I watched her closely... this bitch isn't flinching—she is just keeping up the act. I sighed, forcing myself up while still looking at her. "Riven, let's just go," I said, and he turned swiftly to me, a flash of doubt crossing his eyes before it disappeared."She has to explain," he said, turning fully to me, "or are you the one to be doing the explaining... is what she said true, Serena?" he said, and I felt a chilling wind blow past my skin.My body trembled. "What do you mean?" I asked, looking away guiltily... What the hell was I doing? Why was I acting guilty? I turned to Elara and saw the smile on her face.Slowly, I turned my head to Riven and watched his ears flatten on his head for the first time since I had arrived.His eyes looked distant, staring at me, and slowly he took a step back, his lips parting. "Oh," he mouthed, tilting his head a bit a
I slowly looked up while she smiled down at me. A tingling sensation ran down my thighs as I rolled onto my back, looking up at her. "Mia..." I called, swallowing hard. "Help me up at least," I added, watching her step back."What are you saying?" she asked, her brows creasing, and I chuckled, sitting up."You always loved playing pranks. Is this one of them?" I looked around, then back at her, trying to ignore the pain twisting my stomach.[Host! Are you stupid or what? She means business!][I know,] I gritted mentally, [just trying to buy a little time, at least.]I finally stood up and froze when I saw the amount of blood seeping into the soil.I'm sure I hadn't coughed out that much blood... so where—My gaze trailed down between my legs, where tiny droplets of blood dripped onto the ground.Panic clawed at my chest, but I kept my face straight. Pain shot through my nerves, and I doubled over, clutching my belly. My eyes turned bloodshot as I struggled to breathe."Arghh..." I gro
[DING, MISSION SUCCESSFUL]I zoned out, staring at the girl in front of me. She can't be Mia... but what if she is?A half-smile appeared on my lips at the thought. My best friend had followed me through worlds. I took a step closer to her, ignoring the dread sitting deep in me."Elara," I called softly, and her smile widened. It stretched impossibly wide on her lips, with her head still tilted. "Mia?""Sister..." She also called, but her voice wasn't the smooth, sweet voice she always had. It had been reduced to a chilling whisper."You are Mia, right?" I took another step forward, reaching for her, but she remained still, watching. The purple mist grew thicker, almost solid, and she disappeared from my sight."You ruined everything, Serena." Her voice echoed everywhere while I turned frantically. "I always knew it was you... Things were going so well, but then you appeared out of nowhere." This time, her whisper was in my ear."What do you mean?" I asked, standing in one place while
My eyes widened. Mia? … What do you mean, Mia? I thought, my eyes searching the pendant as if it held answers. "What's it? Is something wrong?" Zale's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I held the pendant beneath my robes."Nothing is wrong, I just want to sleep," I mumbled, curling up and closing my eyes. No one said anything; they sat a short distance back, and I could feel their eyes on me.It must be a glitch… I thought, then waited, but not a single acknowledgement or disagreement from the system came.Silence could only mean one thing, right? A soft, relaxed smile split my face, with my tense muscles melting down.A few minutes later, I jerked up, one name leaving my lips. "Mia…" I called breathlessly, and I watched Reyn scurry closer through my blurry vision."Serena," he called, both hands finding my shoulders. "Are you okay?" he asked, and I nodded, sitting still for a moment before moving away from his grip."Where's Zale?" I asked sharply, and he turned to the ground w
Warm thick liquid filled my mouth, but wasn't enough to leak out. The distant calls reached me, but everything turned dark. My lungs flared as I pulled in air through any opening on my face. Then I sat up, groaning softly, but the warmth around my palm remained steady. I slowly looked down to see a hand firmly clasped around mine, then I looked up, jerking back a bit as my gaze locked onto his face. "Riven," I called breathless, but he kept watching me, not saying anything. As usual, his face remained expressionless, but this time his eyes were distant. My hand pressed firmly against my lower tummy instinctively, as it was the first thought that came to me. "Your pup is fine," I said, and he looked at me, a little life returning to his eyes. As expected, it was only about his pup. What about me? What if I had died or gone into a coma? You wouldn't worry. Funny thing, I don't even know whether the pup is actually fine because... I pressed my palm deeper into my lower abdomen, but
“The Phoenix Clan,” I muttered, sitting up. “I should have known Raka wouldn't just give up.” I moved, but Zale's hand held me in place, his breath steady across my skin. “Tell them she's busy. They can say whatever they have to say when she is free,” he said calmly, his voice muffled by my neck. But I pulled his fingers away, standing up. “It might be important, Zale. I can't just stand people up because I feel like resting more.” I was already out, and he groaned, dragging his feet as he moved along. Why would Raka be here? Did he come with his mom? I thought while still walking, flanked on either side by Reyn and Zale. The court hall stood a few feet from me and I suddenly stopped, staring at it for a long time. Thankfully, neither Reyn nor Zale asked me what was wrong because my answer would have been silence. Every eye turned to me once I stepped inside the hall. I stilled, forcing my legs to move forward, but they refused. “Why are you all staring at me?” I asked, a scoff e