"Also, Damien, stop calling me that," I scoffed inside my brain at this foul-mouthed guy.
'Bitch you have an innocent heart sitting right beside you—!!' The villain-making system glared, pointing at Pixie.
'How much do you liked getting fucked that you would promise such a great variable like Sylvie when you know so well that Pixie is going to rain hell the day she gets to know the truth!?!' Damien scolded, his blue blob of soul jumping inside my mindspace.
But that was not what I was worried about. As for Pixie, I would take whatever punishment she gives me when she grows up.
The thing that really got me thinking what thsi sentient little dumbfuck called my grandmother.
"What do you mean by a variable?" I asked him, unable to understand his meaning.
'Since she has already outlived her life than planned in this world, Sylvie is now out of this world fate's grasp. Do you even understand what that means, Noah?'
"Umm…no?"
