Clay threw his head back and laughed so loudly that the sound rolled across the broken battlefield like thunder.
"I knew it. I knew it!"
His eyes shone with triumph while he walked forward with far too much pride for a man who had merely abused a defective system.
"Even if I make Maid Cy complete the missions for me, it does not count as an order when I use thoughts."
He slapped his own chest once.
"Because it was your glitch."
He pointed into empty air.
"Your glitch!"
The system remained silent.
Clay's grin only widened.
"Oh? Nothing to say now?"
No answer came.
He narrowed his eyes.
That silence felt different from ordinary silence. Usually the system argued back, defended itself, made excuses, or attempted to lecture him like a tired old teacher dealing with a troublesome child. This time it gave him nothing.
Not a word.
Not even a complaint.
Clay's smile slowly thinned.
Interesting.
