Haoran and Qing'er stood before the system, their energy flaring up.
[Useless] said the system, its mechanical, layered voice echoing across the endless golden dunes of the artificial desert.
The sound didn't travel through the air; it vibrated directly within the souls of those who heard it, cold and entirely devoid of human resonance.
[Although this host body is incredibly weak and currently decomposing from external trauma, by liquidating the entirety of the chosen one's destiny and luck, I still possess the temporary strength of a False Immortal Realm. Your baseline metrics are fundamentally insufficient to breach my active protocols.]
Haoran frowned slightly, his sharp, golden eyes narrowing as he analyzed the strange terminology radiating from the machine.
He didn't show a single shred of fear, even as the crushing gravity of the domain threatened to pin him to the sand.
"False Immortal?" he murmured, repeating the phrase as if testing its weight on his tongue.
