"So you mean, System, that I was an Incubus? And at that, the highest rank?"
The words left Viktor's lips in a hoarse whisper, barely audible in the darkness of the room.
His back pressed against the headboard, body aching in ways that went beyond simple exhaustion. Every muscle screamed. His balls felt like they'd been wrung dry—literally emptied to the point of pain.
"And since I achieved everything," he continued, voice gaining strength as pieces fell into place, "I used the excuse of the betrayal to reborn myself... to live a normal life?"
The familiar blue window materialized in his vision, text appearing with characteristic efficiency.
[Indeed, Host.]
Viktor's jaw clenched. His dark eyes stared at nothing, seeing everything and nothing simultaneously as the system's words crashed through him—two lifetimes, two deaths, endless battles, and now this revelation.
