Lucien took a deep breath.
He hesitated.
'Should I enter or not?'
Silence answered him.
'The Primordial Slime should've been dead.'
[Indeed. I am dead. But also not.]
The sudden voice struck directly through his mind like thunder. Lucien froze mid-thought. Every hair on his body stood on end.
'It can't be… It can hear my fucking thoughts?'
[Absolutely. I can hear your fucking thoughts.]
Lucien's disbelief twisted into unease. He steadied his breathing, forcing his thoughts into order.
'No. The one beyond this door must just be an echo… or an essence.'
[Nice guess.]
'Damn it! Stop invading my head!'
[Please enter. Don't you want to know something?]
The words slithered through his mind. It's a whisper that felt both divine and devilish. And Lucien was tempted.
The creator of these small worlds… If he wanted answers, this was where he would find them.
'But can I trust it?'
[Up to you. But I can tell you about anything. Especially about the System.]
