Chapter 11

An indeterminate time passed

Tristan awoke to the wonderful sight of privacy invasion.

The system window was floating brightly infront of him, even though his eyes were most definitely closed.

'Sigh, system, you never change…' Tristan was still not fully awake, so his awakening brain did not remember the day before, not yet.

But the system's reward screen made his body tremble, and then he remembered everything.

His eyes shot open and searched his surroundings, and thankfully he was NOT in a bathtub with his organs gone.

He was instead in a luxurious room, on a bed that was extremely comfortable. It was trying to lull him to sleep, but he refused! Who knew when he would be able to get the motivation to wake up again in such a bed?

The bed was one of those that were used by shy queens, it had a 'roof', but the curtains were not drawn, and he was alone. The 'roof' of the bed was covered in decorative gold. A lot of gold.

'It… It must be fake… R-right?'

'Wait… Since this weird woman raped me, and she seems to be extremely rich, doesn't that mean she has to take responsibility!?'

Money signs instantly lit up in Tristan's eyes, his greed was instantly set ablaze.

But it was doused in gasoline as soon as he realised his situation, he likely wasn't going to be killed (probably), since if he was going to be killed, it would've already happened while he was sleeping, yet instead they decided to put him into an extremely comfortable bed. That meant something at least right?

But just because he wasn't going to be killed didn't mean that nothing would happen to him. The tiny part of his mind that was extremely smart, but also extremely degenerate came up with multiple possibilities.