Fena and Serian both tensed at his sudden movement.
"What is it?" Fena demanded, her eyes narrowed. "Did the Rot try to claim you?"
Serian took a step forward, her hand near her own sword. "Nox, are you alright?"
He didn't answer them. He didn't even hear them. He was just staring at the blue screen, his mind reeling. The System. It had been quiet since he'd first talked to it, just a passive interface. Now it was asking him a question. A real, personal question.
'I've been a little busy,' he shot back in his mind, the thought laced with pure annoyance. 'Fighting for my life tends to take up a lot of my time. What do you want?'
[My analysis indicates your current course of action is suboptimal.]
'Suboptimal?' he thought, scoffing. 'It's a giant battery of corrupted mana. It's a jackpot. What could be better than this?'
