When the 999th attacker knelt under my skirt, the system once again congratulated me that I was about to "regain freedom."
How ridiculous.
They thought I was a prisoner waiting to be rescued, but they didn't know that I had already written down the loopholes of every strategy node.
Until that SSS-level attacker appeared - I heard his cold voice: "There is only one last step left to completely destroy this ridiculous data world."
Destroy? That includes me.
So I smiled, tearing off the soft mask that I had carefully disguised for many years, and my dormant will instantly took over all authority.
The eyes of the players who were once crazy about me flashed with data, and the blades were neatly pointed at the former master.
"System," I raised my hand gently, "you think... Who is the real prey?"
I write the rules and crown me with a crown.
"Welcome to my country, dear Raiders."
"There is only one goal in this round of the game: please me, or destroy me."
Intent: To seize control of destiny and rebel against oppressive rules