The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe

Heka had aced every single question, her knowledge of monsters and safety protocols putting mine to shame.

It stung, just a little.

I was supposed to be the clever one, the one who could talk his way out of anything. But Heka had beaten me fair and square, and I had to respect that.

She’d grown up in a world where this knowledge was survival, where knowing the difference between a wyvern and a dragon could mean the difference between life and death.

I made some silly mistakes and got 7/20, and was pardoned after I gave the cute receptionist the tearful puppy dog eyes.

It’s very effective.

She’d sighed, waved her hand, and declared that I’d shown enough effort — which was her way of saying she couldn’t resist the face.

The passing mark was 10, though.

Anyway, the moment of truth was here. They had started preparing the Cheval Spiritual Screener for me to discover my class.

The massive oval artifact was being rolled into position by the same team of staff who’d handled Heka’s screening, their faces slightly straining with effort as they maneuvered the device into the center of the hall.

I was barely a novice on paper, having done badly in every test until now, but all of my sins will be washed away with this one display of main character special move!

The feeling was electric, buzzing through my veins like adrenaline.

I mean, this was my chance to prove myself, to show everyone that I wasn’t just a pretty face with a talent for manipulation. This was the moment when the real Benjamin would stand up and be counted.

"Applicant No. 6! Step forward," the receptionist called after a few minutes of preparation, her voice ringing across the hall. "Blah-blah-blah."

Now, she didn’t really say blah, blah, blah; I just wasn’t listening to the repeat of what she told Heka, until she said, "Now, place your palm on the surface."

The surface rippled and flowed, just as it had with Heka, its color dancing in hypnotic patterns.

I did act a bit dramatic, intentionally manipulating the wind to ruffle my hair a bit, like I was the chosen one.

A subtle gust swirled around me, lifting my locks and making my tunic flutter dramatically.

But no real attention was on me, not in the way they did Heka! The comparison stung, a sharp reminder that I was still just a pretty side character.

I mean, I could feel everyone were monitoring the screening, but it was more like a, "This chimp that hides in the shadows of Lady Heka? They might be something special, so let’s just keep an eye out."

Hmph. I shall tear the blinding lids off their eyes now.

I reached out my hand, my fingers hovering inches from the Screener’s surface, and I could feel the artifact’s energy pulsing against my skin, alive and eager to measure my—

C... C-C-Crack!!!

"Oh no! We have a problem!" The receptionist yelled and began to run around with other staff, their voices rising in panic as a jagged web of fissure split across the Screener’s surface, branching and multiplying, and I could hear the groaning of stressed metal and the hiss of escaping energy.

Yeah...

I don’t know what happened, but as I faced my palm towards the surface, it cracked and shattered suddenly.

Shards of crystalline material rained down around me, tinkling against the wooden floor like broken glass. The shimmering membrane that had once rippled so beautifully was gone.

How sad and mysterious, indeed...

[Sys, I asked you to suppress my power though?] my mental voice rang, sharp with accusation.

{And suppress, I did. Their device is flawed! The artifact was poorly constructed. It could not handle even the reduced output I allowed through.}

So she said, but it sounded almost like mockery to the guild than authentic fact.

I could practically hear a smirk in her tone, the smug satisfaction of being proven right about the inferiority of mortal craftsmanship or something.

[Fine. But can you suck in some more power?] I requested of her, my mental voice taking on a pleading edge. [They don’t suspect me of anything for now, and they think the device malfunctioned. So we still have a shot.]

Soon, they brought a different, but similar artifact before me, and I could feel myself shrink from the power suckage Sys was doing inside me.

It was like a vacuum had been attached to my soul, draining the excess energy that normally hummed just beneath my skin.

I felt lighter, weaker, and more mortal than I had in months. It was disorienting, basically uncomfortable, but I forced myself to stay calm.

Due to the former noise and commotion, all eyes were now fully on me.

I bet an artifact hadn’t broken like that before, not even with Ren, and I probably seem like a bad omen.

The whispers had started, a low susurrus of speculation and concern that rippled through the crowd like wind through wheat.

I could see Eric at the corner, his face pale and his hands clenched, his entire posture screaming deep anxiety.

I walked to the surface, desisting every theatrics I had, and raised my hand to touch the surface, but—

CRASHHH!!

It burst again, to smithereens.

Shards of the second artifact flew in every direction, peppering my skin with tiny cuts and leaving streaks of blood on my cheeks.

The receptionists swarmed me immediately, their hands glowing with healing magic, their voices a chorus of concern and confusion.

[...What the hell, Sys?!] I screamed internally, my mental voice cracking with frustration.

{You called, Master} and she replied, her tone infuriatingly calm.

[Why is the artifact breaking?]

{Master is not at fault here. Their artifacts are clearly defective. I am suppressing your power to the absolute minimum, but these devices are clearly not built to withstand even a fraction of your true essence.}

[Gee, I wonder why?! Okay, can we not work with the defective gizmo? Heka’s didn’t burst like this. Now I seem like someone different, in a negative way.]

After the swift mental discussion with Sys, she reluctantly agreed to attune energy for the artifact, then provide it with the bare minimum it needed to remain unbroken.

I could feel her adjusting something deep within my core, a subtle shift that made me feel even more hollowed out.

The receptionists were starting to get suspicious, and Eric was sweating buckets at the corner.

I could see the questions forming on their faces, the doubt creeping into their eyes.

Two artifacts, broken in succession, by the same person? It wasn’t normal, and it wasn’t explainable.

"Uhm... Eric, can you put your hand on this surface?" The receptionist asked Eric, instead of me.

Her voice was tentative and uncertain, as if she was testing a theory she wasn’t sure she wanted to prove.

Weird. But okay. Fine.

I stepped back, letting Eric take my place, my mind racing with possibilities. This was a test—not of me, but of the artifact. If it worked for Eric, then the problem was clearly me. If it broke again, then the artifacts were genuinely defective.

I watched as Eric approached the third Screener, his hand trembling slightly as he raised it toward the surface. The guild held its breath, and I could feel the weight of a hundred pairs of eyes pressing down on us.

[Please break, please break, please break!] [Benjamin praying to the glass gods].

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