For people who didn't know, hosts working for the System weren't just data; they were souls in limbo—those who had died unjustly, those who couldn't reincarnate properly, those too tired to go back to ordinary life. The pitiful, the broken, the exhausted. Most of them wanted one simple thing: another chance. Another life. Another try. The System appeared in that gap and made the offer: complete missions, get your wish. Rebirth, do‑over, freedom.
Everyone asked for that. Everyone except Heena, who had never cared about rebirth in the first place.
Killing a host wasn't just murder. It was erasure. No reincarnation, no next life, no nothing—just wiping them out of existence. That was the one thing Heena could not forgive.
Her eyes narrowed. "So how the hell did that system even get out again?"
