Gem

What did he mean by his main body... Zenesha's brow rose, and she looked at Prime. She didn't say anything in the end and let him explain further. It was useless to comment on or guess on it, as the man himself could tell her the details.

Seeing that she was reacting excessively, Prime seemed dissatisfied but chose to continue. Zenesha forced herself not to roll her eyes; she realized this dragon really did love seeing her flustered for no reason but his pure enjoyment.

This should offend her, but she didn't have the right to.

"I can feel my main body deeper in this world, but for some unknown reason, I can sense or track it." He began to recount seriously as his face became solemn, and with some hint of perplexity in his tone, Prime stared at her, saying, "If I can't find it myself, then I'll need the help of someone from this world."

Zenesha observed Prime's expression, and he appeared not to be joking either. She nodded and pondered as her fingers traced the handle of the teacup. If her understanding was right, the gist of it was that Prime's main body was somewhere in this world and probably trapped, so the Prime here, who likely was an avatar like what she read before, was unable to find and connect to his main body.

As he was basically an outsider, this world could have protective mechanisms against them, so he was thinking of using a native of this world to help him. However...

"I'm not a native of this world, I'm a soul from another world." Zenesha still wanted to clarify this point.

She didn't know a lot of things, so as much as possible, she wanted to gather comprehensive information right from the start. It was a normal procedure that she had while starting a mission before, and it is still her habit now.

Prime nodded, folded his arm into his chest, and responded, "You're not a soul from this world, but your current body and fate are now related in this world. Even better, all the fate of this world is concentrated in that body of yours."

All the fate was concentrated in this body. Zenesha was a bit stunned for a split second before he finally realized that this seemed to be the case. After all, Zenesha Moonlight was the protagonist of the novel, or, in other words, the center of this world.

Upon realizing this, Zenesha even thought of another loophole, and he hurriedly asked Prime about it.

"Then, what about after I control the Spirit Shackles? Will the world's influence on me fade or... will it grow stronger?" She inquired with a bit of hesitance and yet urgency as well. After she initially controlled the Spirit Shackles, she was vaguely enlightened with something, but she couldn't pinpoint it earlier.

Now, she had a conjecture. If her soul and body became harmonious as she completely controlled this body and her fate, did that only mean she would become the real Zenesha Moonlight in her essence? Suddenly, Zenesha had this horrifying possibility that any path she took would still be a pitfall for her.

At her question, Prime's lips moved as his lips curled, looking at her with his golden eyes that were brighter than usual. It also gave the impression that the golden mists behind him curled around his figure.

It was such a magnificent sight, and yet... it made one feel intimidated instead of amazed.

"You're really smart to think this far," he smiled menacingly, the golden hue of his pupils becoming darker and seeming to blend with the surroundings; Zenesha even could sense that the golden mist boiled, making her heart skip a beat.

Zenesha's hands gripped the teacup in her hand, forcing herself to calm down even though she was truly scared of the powerful and dangerous man before her.

After only a few seconds, the anomaly seemed to vanish, and Prime also casually leaned on his seat, his lips curled in a rather satisfied smile.

"I like talking with smart people, you really capture my attention." He grinned, gazing at her with a deeper and more intense intensity than before.

This grin made her frown somewhat; why was it that his smile seemed odd? Before she could think further, Prime continued with his words.

"To answer your question, at this stage it's hard to say. Will the world's influence on you dissipate or will it shackle you even deeper? I don't know the answer to it," he shrugged, not minding the murderous gaze from her, and casually added, "But, in your case... do you have a choice? It's either powerlessly following the fate of that body or risking to fall deeper while fighting your own fate."

His tone was particularly deep and enchanting, and Zenesha was unable to think of anything to refute. She was momentarily speechless for a few seconds before she blinked and lowered her gaze.

Prime was right. In her case, she didn't have much choice. It looked like she had, but both had the same outcome, and a tragic fate awaited her.

Unknowingly, she clenched her jaw and almost grind her teeth as the chaotic emotions were beginning to seep into her, making her pathetic.

Prime didn't say anything again, as though he were waiting for her. She was aware that he was watching her, as she could sense it.

After a while of silence, Zenesha, who had bitten her lips until they almost bled, exhaled, lifted her head, and looked at the man before her. The one who reached out a path of hope to her was equally as dangerous as those beings who imprisoned her.

She didn't make a good choice. The weak had no right to a good option. Take it or suffer. She only had these choices at this moment.

"What can I do to help find your main body?" Zenesha finally decided. No matter how poisonous Prime's offer was, she would gladly take it. She would fight until the end, that was her code and principle as an assassin.

'I am powerless, but that doesn't mean I'll let myself die pathetically.'

Prime's eyes widened slightly before his smile broadened, and the interest that wasn't concealed in the slightest was written on his face. It was strange that someone was looking at her like this, especially this dragon that was always playful yet dangerous at the same time.

"All you have to do is... become powerful," he replied, hazily, but for some reason it made sense.

Stunned by this, Zenesha's mouth parted. She wanted to argue that it was not easy, but her heart was already beating intensely. She wasn't nervous; instead, her blood boiled from anticipation.

It was like the drive and motivation that were already engraved in her blood were awakening, giving her some kind of sensation and energy she had never felt before.

Her eyes flickered and eventually nodded her head; determination filled his eyes.

"It won't be easy, but I'll work hard," Zenesha spoke, locking her intense and icy gaze with Prime's hot and golden ones. "I hope you help me, I can't do it alone." she ended with a sincere admission.

Prime didn't say anything, but his grin that didn't fade, not even for a second, was a silent agreement.

They stared for a few seconds at each other, and in the silence that followed, the anomaly surrounding them vanished. Prime was already standing outside of the barrier again while she was sitting on the chair.

Zenesha knew that it was time for Prime to leave again. However, before he completely turned around, he said something else.

Both eyes and lips were grinning with such glee as he looked at her with some strange light.

"Zenesha... do you know of the legends that dragons love treasures so much?" He spoke slowly, implying something that Zenesha couldn't figure out.

He deeply chuckled and leaned until their faces were so close, not bothering with the barrier between them, but for some reason, it was still there as though it stretched and outlined Prime's figure.

"You're getting more interesting like an enchanting gem, Zenesha. But be careful..." he whispered, "I'm still a dragon, and I love such a gem to be my possession." He grinned before slowly vanishing from her sight.

Zenesha blinked, processing what Prime had said before he suddenly left. What the fuck happened? Prime... was really dangerous because her face heated up for some reason.