Blake Brook shrugged under my death glare: "Have you wondered why big bro made you bedridden for three days, arranged everything for your care, but isn't here himself?"

I paused while getting out of bed: "What are you trying to say?"

"Big bro knows you're from a book transmigration, and he knows about your System."

My waist felt like it had been whipped - my legs went weak and I collapsed to the floor.

Blake Brook crossed his arms and ...