Feng Chen stood in the vast emptiness of the White Realm, waiting. His question hung in the air, the words reverberating in the boundless void.
"Who are you?" he had asked, his voice steady but full of demand.
"What are you?"
The System stood before him, faceless as ever, its smooth, blank surface hiding everything beneath. Feng Chen's patience, stretched thin over days of turmoil, was now snapping.
This answer was crucial... he wasn't just curious anymore. He needed to know. Had to know.
His plans, his future, everything hinged on it. He could feel it in his bones.
He had held off for too long, letting the System dangle information just out of his reach, teasing him with power while never revealing its true nature. But that game was over now.
He wasn't the same person he had been when the System had first bound itself to him. Now, he was stronger. Smarter. And he had seen through the facade.
