That was when a calm, emotionless voice echoed beside her.
"If you want," the entity said softly, "I can help you become the most famous weapon designer."
Hearing those words, Cassandra frowned deeply. "What do you mean?" Her voice carried confusion, but also a faint, unsteady tremor.
The entity replied calmly, its tone smooth and emotionless.
"As long as you allow me to control your body, I will ensure that you win every competition."
There was a brief pause before it continued, "I possess a special ability. I can copy anyone's design simply by reading their thoughts."
Cassandra's brows knitted together. "That's impossible."
"It is possible," the entity responded evenly. "All you need to do is exchange an item with the other party."
Cassandra's expression darkened. "That's… evil."
Yet despite her words, a faint trace of temptation flickered in her eyes, something she herself failed to notice.
