A single bead of cold sweat rolled from his temple, tracing a slow, icy path down his jaw. He felt as though he had just had a massive, convoluted novel plot dumped into his lap, but the ink was still wet, and the protagonist was wearing his skin.
He looked at Alaric with shaking eyes. The name—Kim Jowoon. It hung in the damp air between them like a ghost. He wasn't from this world, and that secret, the one he had guarded like a dying ember, was being dragged into the light.
What was he going to do? Would he be exposed like this? The system… would the system be okay with this?
But as he searched his mind, he realized the System never exactly stated he could not disclose his own identity. It restricted the disclosure of the System's existence, but not exactly his existence.
And besides, it was that other entity—the original Julian—who had initiated this exposure.
His mind raced to the system's warning at that moment. Be careful of my Creator.
