The joy of those rewards was soon diluted by this deeper confusion.
Although he knew the system certainly meant him no harm, each new incident made him feel more and more like a character in a fairy tale, bound to follow a predetermined outline.
Like a clown on a stage.
What you believed were your own decisions were merely a course plotted long ago, invisible strings pushing you toward some unknown fate.
That was why he wanted to ask.
Oh, system.
Were you, too, playing a crucial role in this ever-deepening fog...
Lynn silently.
Took out his notebook.
And wrote.
[Task: bang System Girl two hundred times.]
Because if he couldn't fight back.
Then all he could do was quietly keep a record of his grudges.
Use Mimicry to give the entity called the "system" a physical form, inflict cruel punishment on her, make her cry, then pin her in a corner and bully her hard and rough.
And this...
Was probably the only way he, as her Host, could repay her.
Lynn sighed wistfully.
System: "..."
Quickly putting away his notebook, Lynn adjusted his Monocle.
He was an optimist by nature. Even the incident with the Flesh Dominator hadn't beaten him down, so how could something like this disturb his peace of mind? After all, whatever else he was, Lynn was a good refrigerator.
"All the flesh from the Old Days is here."
Lynn pointed at the eyeball suspended before them, writhing within a lump of flesh, and looked up at the stunned Sir Awen and Zuo Zuo.
"There are some things I probably can't explain to you, but that's how it is. This flesh suffered considerable wear while falling into Hell with me, and what remained condensed into this eyeball. It looks like I can control it now."