Julien stared at the glowing golden text in the air of the abandoned factory, his mind struggling to process the information.
His breathing was shallow, his heart still throbbing with pain from Viper's brutal interrogation. The chains binding his wrists shook slightly as he leaned forward, entirely captivated by the interface.
How is this possible?
Julien asked, directing his thoughts entirely toward the entity residing in his mind.
System, you explicitly told me that my class was based on transactional commerce. You said I could only purchase inanimate items and consumables.
These are living, breathing creatures that are the exact opposite.
The interface flickered, the list of beasts momentarily dissolving before reforming into a line of system-generated response.
[Query Acknowledged.]
