"...?"
Su Hao's confusion wasn't merely because he had heard a voice.
—What confused him even more was the direction it had come from.
His gaze fell upon the five pulsating Plate Fragments, his expression as though he had seen a ghost.
He was certain that the voice had come from there.
Good heavens, the Plates had become spirits!
But after his initial shock, Su Hao quickly calmed down.
No, wait. Thinking about it carefully, there seemed to be no need for him to panic so much.
Hadn't the Plates becoming spirits long been an unspoken secret between him and the Slate Spirit?
After all, what system produced by any planet could bypass the rigid restrictions of its programming, open a back door for him, and let him buy things on credit?
The other party had merely always put on a convincing act, answering every question in the tone of an artificial idiot.
So this time, it was no longer planning to keep pretending?
Su Hao instinctively tried to summon the System Panel, only to discover that the System Panel, which had always appeared at his call, showed no sign of appearing no matter how he urged it with his thoughts.
Instead, his actions drew a response from the owner of the voice, who had made a brief sound before falling silent.
[There is no need to try again. Is not the vessel of that power already before thee?]
The voice caused Su Hao's gaze to fall upon the five Plate Fragments once more.
When the powers of the five Plate Fragments—Psychic-type, Grass-type, Fighting-type, Normal-type, and Dragon-type—gathered together, they had somehow formed what he, a transmigrator, had once believed to be a system.
Above those five Plate Fragments, faint white motes emerged and gathered in midair, forming a somewhat miniature