Chapter 12: Successor 3
He was frustrated and wanted to scold the system, but his life depended on it, so he decided to just suck it up.
'Alright, let's see what you've got for me,' he grabbed the bronze-colored box.
It wasn't much larger than a shoebox, and when he tried to lift it, he was surprised by how light it felt, almost as if it were empty.
But now that he was stuck in a motel with a system, he wouldn't be too surprised if a giant sword—or something just as ridiculous—popped out of the box.
'Is this like one of those space storage things?' he wondered, slowly opening the box
It creaked—a soft groan that broke the silence—then—FLASH.
A blinding light exploded from inside, blinding him.
He stumbled backward, shielding his face like a flashbang had gone off right in front of him.
When the light faded and his vision returned, he squinted at the floor.
There, sitting, was a laptop. Not a sleek, advanced model, but one of those big, bulky things from at least two decades ago.
The kind with the clunky keys and a thick, heavy screen.