Ryan stared fixedly at the notification flashing before his eyes, momentarily ignoring Ophelia's inquisitive gaze.
The information the demon queen had just dropped on him was a bucket of cold water that completely shattered any illusion of safety he had regarding the dungeon.
'Basically, I am living on the deity's property.'
But the real problem wasn't the deity, at least not at this exact second, but rather the automatic collection message floating in the air.
Ryan shifted his gaze toward Beatrice, Mirian, and Helen, immediately noticing how their postures were beginning to falter and their faces were turning a deep crimson.
'In a dangerous situation like this, the human body has a natural reaction focused on survival. So I imagine that survival instinct will be paid through the debt in the only way the system knows how to collect... sexually, obviously.'
He looked at Ophelia, who maintained a calm smile while watching the scene with a curiosity that Ryan found quite annoying.
