I transmigrated into the interstellar age and became the “ultimate prey” of five men. Each had a System, and they were willing to risk their lives to kill me. As long as I died, they could get everything they wanted.
The King of Public Opinion spun lies into an inescapable net, turning the entire galaxy against me;
The merman scientist gently opened my mental sea, just to devour the last of my worth;
The AI fanatic laid a mechanical death trap, coveting the era-defying code in my mind;
The Twin Roses tore themselves apart between love and murderous intent, every petal stained with poison;
The warmonger offered blood as a sacrifice, swearing to use my life to pave the way to his throne of power.
Too bad they overlooked two things:
First, I had a System too. In fact, I had two.
The black System, “Shadow Fiend,” specialized in slaughtering prey. The white System, “White Feather,” specialized in mastering hearts.
Second, their “prey” had already spread an even larger net.
When public opinion turned against them, the experiments were exposed, the AI defected, the roses withered, and the war ended…
The men who once wanted to kill me began dying one by one at their own hands.
And the most powerful beings in the galaxy were already standing at my side:
The black market king paved the way for me to claim power in the dark. The deep-sea merman emperor placed his crown in my palm.
The phoenix heir burned every plot to protect me. The young lord of the wasteland wolves swore eternal loyalty in the name of his clan.
Even the supreme robot, built to kill, learned what a “heartbeat” meant beneath my fingertips.
This time, I make the rules of the hunt.
