Asher blinked countless times, then sighed.
"Listen here, Goddess. I never liked you to begin with, so stop trying to play dirty mind tricks on me and just grant me a wish. Isn't that what people get when they ascend the heavens?"
"You still don't get it, do you, 'Hero'?" Veyra said. "You think you're special? You think you worked hard to ascend, and now you're owed a wish? You think that system you have is some divine gift?"
She let out a bark of laughter that echoed through the infinite hall.
"It's not a gift, Asher. It's a fucking leash. Every time you leveled up, every time some unthinkable coincidence fell into your lap—it wasn't fate. It was all because of a degenerate bastard sitting in a dark room beyond the sky, stroking his ego—and probably his pathetic little prick—while he typed out your life on a piece of smut paper."
A cold sweat broke out along Asher's neck.
"What… what are you talking about?"
