It's about damn time to play the 'under dog' card

Agatha took a deep breath, her head subconsciously turned to the bed's direction. It was as if she saw Paul's figure there and suddenly she remembered how she vowed to make herself stronger and useful. She could no longer be weak. At least, she must do her best not to appear distressed as she did earlier.

The system had already been bound to her for more than two months, yet she hadn't fully explored its potential. Her reason for this had always been her reluctance to sink deeper into the dark water of immorality. But now that she had sunk deeper into this water, and could only let herself sink more to protect herself and the people around her, it seemed she would have to finally get rid of the restriction she imposed on herself in order to become stronger.

Of course, she would set some bottom lines in order to not totally blacken. For example, never involve the innocent. To survive against the system and the other hosts, only do the minimum things needed. Needless to say, she wonder