Chapter 289
Daphne
It wasn't supposed to take this long.
But in the blink of an eye, four years have bled away. I genuinely didn't notice the passage of time, buried under layers of corporate maneuvers, underworld consolidation, and the quiet, exhausting work of building a power base from scratch.
I wish the System had an automatic fast-forward button.
[Host, I cannot. Doing so would destabilize the temporal anchor. The world would recognize us as foreign entities and evict us from the timeline.]
Yeah, yeah. I know. It would look too buggy. Like skipping cutscenes in a game that's hardwired to real life. Still. A girl can dream.
I stretch my arms, feeling the familiar, unwelcome pull of muscle across a broader back, and stand as the private jet glides to a smooth stop on the tarmac.
Time to get serious. Time to, in earnest, break the harem.
I'm on a nine-year time crunch, after all.
