The system's response was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating Roman's face with a bright smile. "Yes, the host can simulate the core formation." Roman's eyes sparkled with excitement as he rose from the couch, his movements filled with a newfound sense of purpose.
He strode towards the kitchen, his footsteps light, as he went to check on the stew. The aroma wafting from the pot was tantalizing, but Roman's mind was elsewhere. He stirred the contents, his thoughts already in the simulation. After adjusting the temperature, he returned to the sofa, his movements fluid and graceful.
Crossing his legs, Roman settled into a comfortable position, his eyes fixed on the ring tattoo on his finger. The black ink seemed to shimmer, as if anticipating the journey ahead. And then, in an instant, the tattoo glowed gold, and Roman's vision went dark.
The transition was seamless, like slipping into a warm embrace. Roman's consciousness was enveloped by the simulation.
