8:00, 25 July, 20XY.
[I must say... Humans sure are like cockroaches when it comes to dying...]
In front of every human alive in India, a single line of text floated with an illusionary blue outline, blinking, as if trying to taunt the humans. It was the system—the gamer system—of course; who else would say that to the humans?
[What? Did I say something wrong?]
Many humans frowned at her words, as she wasn't someone they saw in a good light to begin with, causing her to question back, sneer clear in her voice.
[You guys are hard to kill. Even now, you guys are alive. I wish so much that I could give you guys a free title called Cockroaches, but we can't do that, can we? Every title serves a purpose after all.]
They could imagine the system shrugging everything off like nothing. They were just that to her, after all—nothing.