I’ve just bound a godly system at the start of my journey. The system’s spirit, who calls herself the Goddess of Time—Aira—seems to have latched onto me.
"Are you male or female?"
"Come on, you idiot, with how cute I am, of course, I’m a girl!"
Right in front of me, this harmless-looking demon slime somehow evolves into something that can devour entire worlds?
"Oh no, the contract needs blood to sign? That’s going to hurt..."
And just like that, knowing a thousand different tropes of another world, my adventure began.
“How can this be a demon slime? This is basically a little angel!"
