Clay stared blankly at the floating screen in front of him, his mind trying to process what he had just heard while his body remained frozen in place, as if even moving would make the situation more real than it already was.
The Replacement Villain only has two percent chance of surviving its unexpected encounter.
Clay eyed the chance.
Only two percent!
Two percent!
He slowly lifted his hand and pointed at the system screen, his finger trembling slightly.
"That… that literally means he's going to die."
His voice cracked as he said it, and then his expression twisted into pure frustration.
"What kind of nonsense is this!"
He threw his arms up in the air and stood from his bed, pacing around like a man who had just been told that the sky would fall tomorrow and no one else seemed to care.
