The system prompt lingered in the air, glowing softly between them.
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[SYSTEM PROMPT]
[WOULD YOU LIKE TO ENTER THE NEXT FLOOR?]
→ YES | NO
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Aiden stared at it for half a second.
Then his shoulders slumped.
"No way," He said immediately, voice full of dramatic exhaustion. "I am dying for Edda's handmade dinner."
The reaction was instant.
"Oh thank the gods," Serica said, rolling her neck.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Vegia added with relief.
Vaara nodded so hard her hair bounced. "Food. Real food. Warm food."
Selvara crossed her arms. "Finally, a sensible decision."
Thristle grinned widely. "My King speaks wisdom."
Even Nyxion smirked. "If Edda's cooking is involved, survival instincts take priority."
Luna squeezed Aiden's arm tighter, her tail flicking happily. "Master deserves rest."
Aethoniel nodded shyly. "Y-Yes… dinner sounds nice."
Aiden lifted his hand decisively. "System. No."
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[COMMAND ACCEPTED]
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