The System was someone who had prepared for this game for years now; in the course of gathering the shards of the gods and monsters, she had faced truly terrifying and dangerous beings, but in the end, she had always managed to prevail.
Over the years, she had learned to discern such opponents and had even developed a natural sense for detecting these individuals.
Usually, she just felt an immediate pang of unease and would act accordingly, but facing Jörmungandr's animosity was... different.
It was more subtle than loud and quieter than the other monsters; like, the slow rise of a wave that eventually drowns you, or, the rearing of a snakes head as it prepares to strike their prey.
It started with a faint yet undeniably miniscule sense of dread, and built to the raising of hairs and the prickling of the neck.
The adage "the calm before the storm" had never been so true for the System.
Then, the wave fell.
"H-hic-!"
The server that was approaching the two supernatural beings collapsed.
They started convulsing, bile and saliva rising from their throat before they began throwing up what they had last eaten; tremors and convulsions started in their limbs, jolting spasms that wracked painfully and violently in response to the pressure Jörmungandr emit.
A cold sweat began in the System, her anxiety and sense of distress rising from the emotion she was sensing from Jörmungandr.
Her frightened eyes were drawn to his, and no matter how hard she tried, she was unable to pull them from his gaze.
That yellow she had seen before when his original body had looked at her glowed within his new eyes, rendering her effort in ridding herself of that damned color rendered useless.
"...You're very young..."
A flush of embarrassment covered her face from the rebuke, though it was hidden because of her avatar's darker skin tone.
Though seemingly a harmless comment, it mean that it was, 'awfully bold of her to dare to threaten a monster who had been born to a calling far greater than hers.'
She opened her mouth to try to diffuse the situation, but what Jörmungandr did next made her realize her fallacy.
"I was born for death; what were you made for?"
'...Nothing.'
"I think that is quite enough, little brother."