As we walked through the winding, torch-lit halls—his hand loosely wrapped around my wrist, guiding me deeper into the vampire manor—I couldn't stop thinking about one thing:
All the hosts who came before me.
If every single one of them had only managed to push the plot to 17%, that meant exactly one thing:
They all died.
No punishment in this Rank-S world, sure.
But constantly dying, waking up in new bodies, dying again…
Even the strongest mind would break eventually.
Honestly, this place was terrible for mental health.
The System handbook had mentioned something:
"Rank-S worlds can be approached from multiple perspectives. Different hosts may inhabit different characters. The plot advances collectively."
Meaning—
The body I was in now, Selene Ashsnow, might have been: a completely new vessel no one had ever controlled before, or a previous host's body that died prematurely.
Either way, learning her past didn't help me.
