Lloyd's mind raced, his thoughts growing more and more excited as they began to wander.
He was willing to bet his reputation on the fact that the Twisted System currently had no Saint presiding over it.
After all, if you court death, you die. Humans could never withstand the torment of this system.
But what if a Twisted Saint really did appear out of nowhere, organized and optimized this system, and enabled humans to delve into it and survive, to master the powerful forces within...
Wouldn't that mean they could sweep away all the Demons and achieve world peace?
The more Lloyd thought about it, the more excited he became. His courage grew, and his ideas became bolder.
'Since the seat of a Saint is vacant, couldn't I set my sights on it?'
'With my own diligent hard work, struggle, and accumulated effort—plus a little help from the panel—could I become that Saint?'
