I stopped. Stared at the number. Forty-five? After last night's four hundred, after the six hundred from Martha, forty-five felt like an insult. Like being handed a coupon after winning a lottery.
'Doesn't this woman become an evil villain?' I thought at the system. 'Why the hell don't I get full points? She literally just got ass-fucked while her husband stood three feet away. Where is the narrative weight?'
The system responded with the maddening calm of a bureaucracy that knows it holds all the cards:
[ The backstory is about to be rewritten. Point values may fluctuate as narrative trajectories shift. Current calculation reflects the modified timeline, not the original. Full villain-transformation points will be credited upon completion of the trigger event. ]
"About to be rewritten," I muttered. "Isn't it."
I scoffed. Shook my head.
