And if Heena died here, the System wouldn't just lose its favorite partner—it would have to go back to the bureaucratic nightmare of the main server, take a massive penalty, and search through millions of souls to bind a new host.
And God only knew how hard it was to find a host like Heena! Ninety-nine percent of transmigrators were brainless romantics who immediately fell in love with the toxic main leads, cried over every moral dilemma, and ruined the plot with their stupidity. Finding a true, ruthless, career-focused Black Lotus who preferred building monopolies and crushing enemies over chasing romance was like winning the cosmic lottery.
"You better not die on me over a bag of table salt, you hear me?!" the System sniffled, floating down to curl up tightly beside her pillow like a worried guard dog.
Heena heard none of it.
