The system finally responded, its voice devoid of any emotion.
[If the task is not completed within the time frame, all system functions will cease indefinitely.]
Qingran stiffened.
It wasn't just refusing to help—it was threatening her.
If she failed this mission, the system would shut down. No more notifications. No more advantages. No more second chances.
She would be on her own.
Her mind raced.
The past lab archive—she had never heard of it. Was it related to the virus? Or that "thing" roaming around? Was it related to the government? Would it give her the answers she was looking for?
She had so many questions and the system was treating it as critical.
That meant one thing.
There was something inside that archive.
Something dangerous.
Something that the system itself was desperate to recover.
Qingran exhaled slowly, forcing her emotions into check. "Where is it?"
The system hesitated for a fraction of a second before responding.
