Suddenly heard, a voice that came from inside his head startled Clyde. He frowned sharply because the sound didn't come alone but was accompanied by a sudden stinging pain.
"Who are you?" Clyde asked in a sharp tone. He held his head which felt pain as if someone was trying to forcefully enter his brain.
[ "I am the creator of your system." ]
The frown on Clyde's forehead became sharper as the pain in his head worsened with every passing second.
'Do you have a way to talk to me without torturing me?' Clyde asked in a tormented tone.
[ "Unfortunately not. I just wanted to say that what you think about your system is wrong." ]
'What do you mean?'
[ "Your system will be something good for you. You have nothing to fear." ]
'How can I trust you? Are you a member of that Order of Mindweaver?'
