The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the heavy breathing of the Goblin King who exclaimed, "Impossible!"
"Your reaction is answer enough," Leo said, his voice calm, yet sending shivers down the goblin's spine. "A reincarnator with a predictive simulation system. No wonder..."
Skivv's breath hitched. System. He knows about the system. Panic, cold and absolute, gripped his heart. For centuries, his Simulation System had been his ultimate cheat.
It allowed him to foresee every assassination attempt, every political betrayal, and every dungeon boss's attack pattern. It was the absolute authority of his life, the foundation of his demihuman utopia.
But right now, as he frantically tried to run a simulation for his survival, the system returned nothing but terrifying red text. He didn't have enough points to perform a new simulation. He had already exhausted everything.
