System 2

After arriving at such a conclusion, Sophia decided to learn more about this system. She knew that nothing happened without a reason. She asked, "What's your purpose?"

[Ding: Assist the host]

Raising an eyebrow upon reading that, Sophia's mind was flooded with questions. She inquired, "Assist me for what?"

[Ding: Conditions not met to receive an answer]

A bit more emotionally, she asked again, "Then how will you assist me?"

[Ding: Enhance status and skills]

Sophia felt a hint of intrigue and finally said words she had long wanted to say as an experienced reader, "Status."

She heard the familiar mechanical resonance and the floating blue screen immediately appeared in the air:

[Ding]

{ Name: Sophia }

{ Body Strength: 5 }

{ Qi Energy: 0 }

{ Cultivation Level: None }

{ Innate Talent: sealing }

{ Status: Ordinary Human }

Sophia didn't know what to do. Should she laugh or cry at her situation? In this world she was in now, the masters of combat ruled everything. They held the final say, deciding whether someone lived or died based on their whims.

As even those without any talent could become martial artists, what was the point if they remained weak? They'd just be like playthings for those at higher levels, mostly mere cannon fodder in the novels. This one was no different. It seemed all authors had agreed to make this a fundamental law in their stories.

Sophia smirked sardonically. Judging by what her status window showed, she didn't even deserve to be respectable cannon fodder. If those were the lower rungs of the food chain, then she occupied a negative rank in this hierarchy.

She felt that the system was respectable in its choice of words. The best word to describe her current state was "trash," not in reality, but as a reader, she had come across this before. However, she felt a little odd seeing the exact value of her worthlessness right in front of her eyes.

Soon, she composed herself and attempted to stay positive. She couldn't help but remember the protagonist's system from the novel, which helped him become stronger with minimal effort. All he did was breathe and accept rewards. This was the first reason why Sophia despised this type of story. She felt there was nothing engaging about it. But now, with enthusiasm, she asked the system, "Does the system have points?"

[Ding: No points available]

Confusion swept over her. What kind of system didn't have points to interact with the host? Was her system a fake?

Regardless of her doubts, she continued questioning, albeit skeptically, "So how will you assist me in raising my status then?"

[Ding: The system cannot intervene in the host's body structure]

Soufia couldn't contain her nerves any longer and exclaimed loudly, "Then what the hell do you do?"

[Ding: Conditions not met to receive an answer]

Finally, Sophia felt anger. She never expected to feel this way when she finally encountered a system that had illogical, nonsensical abilities, making the protagonist strong overnight. She could only feel a pang of jealousy toward Alex's system, thinking, "If Alex's system is a golden finger, then mine is an iron finger."

However, this didn't affect Sophia much as she had decided on the path she would take, saying, "No matter if it takes a year, a hundred years, or even a thousand. I will find every shard of the Soul Gem and leave this damned world."

After gathering herself, Sophia's eyes no longer reflected weakness or frailty. Instead, they projected confidence and strength. She lay on her bed, closed her eyes, and took her first step toward survival in this world: accepting that she had become Sophia from the harem novel and embracing her memories.

In his office, Noah's attention was fixed on the papers in front of him. Even though he didn't do anything beyond this, the atmosphere around him felt tense. Anyone would hesitate to look at him, let alone speak to him. He appeared like an emperor sitting on his throne. Suddenly, without any warning, a figure clad in darkness emerged, kneeling on one knee. Without preamble, he spoke, "The lady woke up briefly and went back to sleep, my lord." Noah merely nodded before the man vanished as abruptly as he had appeared.

After the man disappeared, Noah sighed, requesting the presence of Dr. Steve and Emma once again. In less than five minutes, two individuals entered. One was an elderly man, and despite his age, it was evident he was still capable of all sorts of work. Determination and wisdom were clearly etched in his gaze. The other was a young girl named Emma. Delicate features, blue hair, and eyes as blue as the ocean. Despite her beauty, she seemed dull, weighed down by exhaustion. Noah paid no mind to their condition; he didn't even look at them. He merely asked, "What's wrong with her?"

The old man hesitated, not knowing what to say or how to begin, but he mustered what he had when he felt the atmosphere change, becoming colder. "No hope. The princess won't live long," he spat out. Emma continued in a quiet voice, "I agree with Doctor Steve. I've been sharing my innate energy with her all last week, and we barely managed to stabilize her condition."

"I didn't ask whether she would live or not i asked What's wrong with her"

"It's a chronic poison. The princess was born with it, passed down from her mother. There's also a lot of pressure on the chi meridian points in her body. It's estimated that a high-level combat artist did this. There are also more than five dangerous toxins suppressing her body, acting as barriers to suppress her capabilities and keeping her tr..."

Doctor Steve quickly amended his words, realizing it wasn't appropriate to call one of his superiors "trash." Instead, he said, "She remains useless, and if the balance of toxins becomes disrupted, the princess might take a swift journey to the underworld."

Emma nudged the doctor, who didn't realize that despite his attempts to soften his words, he made things worse. Noah didn't comment on what the doctor had said, knowing that this old man was starting to babble. Instead, he asked, "How much time does she have left?"

This time, Emma answered, her fear of the doctor saying unnecessary things expanding her explanation to infinity. "The princess's condition took a severe setback this time. She almost lost her hand if I hadn't poured all of my fungal energy into trying to heal her. What made things worse was the imbalance and agitation of all the toxins inside her. She won't survive if there's another disruption in the balance of the toxins. The maximum time she can live is three months."

A minute passed, then two, then three, in a deadly silence where neither Doctor Steve nor Emma dared to make a sound in Noah's suffocating presence. Their lord appeared to be lost in deep thought.

Despite this, both of them were taken aback when they saw a mocking smile on Noah's face. He uttered, "The inner demise of the royal palace."