A Nice System?

Wolfram felt cold listening to the System's familiar maddening tone. 

His throat constricted, and his senses were heightened, with a thick layer of goosebumps covering his skin. 

Because no matter how many times he heard it, he still couldn't get over the system's crazed tone. 

It was like having a serial killer and manipulator constantly in one's head. 

Wolfram felt he was fighting inner demons whenever the system spoke in his particular manner. 

[Ho--ost~... I see you've been free all this time. But not to worry, host. I've got something for you here. It's a new Golden task. Remember. You get to choose if you'll accept it or not... Though I have a feeling you will.]

Hehehehehehe~

Wolfram felt cold all over as the system's eerie laughter filled his head. 

'Calm down, Wolfram... Calm down.' 

He took several breaths, clicking on the massive pop-up message that glowed with a mesmerizing golden glint.