System Activated
Author: AATAnime
last update2025-09-26 20:20:07
“I could’ve devoured it completely,” the Twelve-Tail Wolf rumbled, its glowing eyes narrowing at the golden orb. “But it apologized, said its purpose was to help you grow. So I spared it.”

Adrian poked the floating orb, watching it shimmer faintly. “Is it still working?”

“It should,” the wolf said, its voice like distant thunder. “I rebuilt it from its essence to serve you better.”

Adrian frowned, his fingers twitching. “Why are you helping me? Ever since I got to this world, you’ve been there from day one.”

The wolf’s tails flicked, casting shadows across the starry void. “If you die, it’s a stain on me.” Its voice echoed as the world dissolved.

Adrian jolted awake, blinking at the sunlight streaming through his window. The sun was already high, painting his room in warm gold.

Before he could stand, a blue, translucent panel flickered to life in front of him.

*[System loading… Gaming system]*

*[Error… Error… Error]*

*[System Rebooting…]*

“Great, he broke you,” Ad
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