Roman gazed at the prize notification, his eyes widening in disbelief. "CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE WON... THE BOOK OF RACES?" He couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment and frustration. "I already have this book," he muttered to himself.
Roman decided to query the system, hoping for some clarification. "Hey, sugar," he said, using his affectionate term for the AI, "I know you probably don't control the wheel, but what's going on here? I already possess the Book of Races, courtesy of Freya."
[Host, the system never gives out something useless. The system is part of you, so it won't give you something you already have.]
Roman raised an eyebrow, skeptical of the system's response. "So, you're saying this Book of Races is different from the one Freya gave me?" He paused, awaiting a response.
