Bahamut lay in silence on the bed for a few long minutes, thinking of nothing in particular. The system window hovered patiently in front of his face, bright and smug.
'System... please give me the gift box,' he said in his mind, his breathing racing a bit out of expectation. He appeared to be calm, but he really wanted to know what was in a gold gift box.
With a swirl, the gift box materialized in front of him, rotating slowly in midair, gleaming like it had been polished by gods with too much free time.
Bahamut stared at it, a sharp gleam in his eyes, as the blind greys somehow and strangely reflected the glow of the box.
"Open it," he muttered.
Nothing happened.
With a frown, he repeated. "System. Open the gift box."
[Request Detected]
[Item: Gold Gift Box]
[Rarity: Rare]
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