Chapter 2: Reward the General
Wesley blinked. "Wait... wait, wait, what?!"
He stepped back. The screen followed him like a puppy. He looked at his mop, then the screen. Then back at the mop. Then the screen again. Then back at the mop again. His brows furrowed.
"...No way," he muttered.
He raised the mop and gave the screen a cautious jab.
Schloop! It passed through like mist.
He pulled the mop back. Jabbed again. Schlick!
Pulled. Thrust. Thump! Swish! Thrust! Pull! Over and over.
After a full minute of obsessive poking and thrusting, he was convinced.
"I have a... System?" He looked around, as if the gods might appear to confirm it. "And it’s... a Janitor System?"
He paused, mentally reviewing every transmigration and system-based novel he’d ever read. Systems that made the protagonist into immortal kings, overpowered cultivators, demon emperors...
And here he was.