"System? What kind of system does he have?" Finn asked inwardly, his brows knitting together in curiosity.
Ding!
{I don't know that, Host. No system can identify another transmigrator's system unless the other party reveals it themselves.}
I see…
Finn leaned back slightly, processing the response, his gaze drifting toward Orion.
"I'm a good person, of course," Orion said suddenly, breaking into laughter that felt a bit too loud for the situation. "Do I look like a villain to you?"
Finn let out a dry scoff, unimpressed. "It's not exactly written on your forehead," he replied coolly. Then, narrowing his eyes slightly, he added, "Anyway… when did you arrive in this world? I only got here yesterday."
