I slumped back on my comfortable bed to stare at the ceiling like it held all the answers to the universe.
Unfortunately, it didn’t.
"Yo system," I said out loud. "Do I have a status screen or what?"
[SCUMBAG SYSTEM: Status display initiated.]
A blue panel materialized in my vision, floating there like so RPG nu screen.
[ STATUS ]
Na: Lukas Belmont
Level: 1
DP: 0
SP: 0
[ ATTRIBUTES ]
STR: 10 | AGI: 10 | DEX: 10
INT: 10 | END: 10
[ ACTIVE SKILLS ] (0/2)
[ PASSIVE SKILLS ] (0/3)
Tens across the board, huh? "Am I really this much of an NPC?"
[SCUMBAG SYSTEM: Compared to registered Heroes with developed Aspects? Yes. You are statistically below average in every asurable category.]
"Thanks for the ego boost."
[SCUMBAG SYSTEM: Your current physical baseline would place you in the bottom 15% of Halloran Academy applicants.]
"Damn it." I ran a hand down my face. "So this is an actual hero society? Like with real hero rankings and real villains?"
I rembered so of Lukas’ old mories where there were hero advertisents on billboards and rankings updated quarterly like sports standings. Kids would manifest aspects between the years of six to eight and get fast tracked into prep programs if they were strong enough.
This was an entire economy and society built around people with the best powers and Lukas doesn’t have shit.
"I wonder how it’s different from my world," I muttered. "Like, do they have normal celebrities still? Or is everyone just obsessed with Heroes? What about—"
[SCUMBAG SYSTEM: Existential contemplation detected. Would you prefer to focus on imdiate survival concerns instead?]
"Right. Because I have bigger problems." I sat up. "Man, how badass would it be if I could beco a Hero though? Like actually make it. Get into Halloran, graduate, hit the rankings..."
The fantasy played out in my head. Standing on so rooftop, cityscape behind , costu billowing in the wind. Getting interviewed by reporters. Having my own agency. Maybe a rchandising deal.
Money. So much money.
Then reality crashed back in.
"But how the fuck can I be a Hero if I have to grope my benefactor’s daughter for power?"
[SCUMBAG SYSTEM: Clarification—the current quest only requires a smack, not groping. Though groping is permitted if you prefer that approach.]
"Not helping, system."
[SCUMBAG SYSTEM: Accuracy is more valuable than emotional support.]
I fell back on the bed staring at the ceiling again as the tir kept ticking down in my peripheral vision
35:32:15
35:32:14
35:32:13
my worth as a man is literally at stake here!
"Okay..." I rapped my fingers against my stomach. "How do I smack that ass if he’s while having a good and natural reason to?"
Say she has a spider on her ass? Nah... she’d freak out and then blast through a wall because of lying to her about it.
Or she might do it to kill the spider.
But what if I just plant a spider on her ass? Fuck no. I hated spiders too I can’t touch one.
Trip and accidentally fall into her ass? What am I, a lucky pervert harem protagonist?
Ask her to grab sothing and smack it while she’s bent over? Yeah that’s how you end up on them Diddy lists.
"There has to be a way," I said to the empty room. "So angle I’m not seeing. So—"
Wait.
I put my hand on my face and grinned. "Heh, I’m a fucking genius!"
[SCUMBAG SYSTEM: Your solution has been noted and probability of success calculated. Please proceed.]
"Oh, you’re going to love this."
I got off the bed and exited my room. The hallway was quieter now without any water running. Looks like Sloane finished her shower.
I walked down the hallway to Sloane’s closed door and knocked.
No answer.
I knocked again at a harder and faster pace.
"The fuck do you want?" Her irritated voice ca through muffled.
"I need to ask you sothing."
"Fuck off."
"It’s important, Sloane."
"Don’t care. Didn’t ask."
I knocked again and the door yanked open so hard and fast I nearly lost my balance. Sloane stood there with her pink hair still damp and hanging loose, dressed in an oversized band t-shirt that fell to her mid thighs. Her blue eyes glared up at .
"What is it?"
I t her glare head on. "Please teach how to fight."
Sloane stared at with a blank expression. "What?"
"Did I stutter?" I crossed my arms and leaned against her doorfra. "I want you to teach the combat training you do for Halloran prep."
"Are you insane?"
"Does it matter?"
Sloane stared at like I grew a second head. "I don’t know if you hit your head or sothing but you’re unmarked. You don’t have an aspect so what’s even the point?
"Self-defense?"
"Self-defense." She repeated. "You want to teach you self-defense."
"Against people with Aspects, yeah."
"That’s not how it works, dumbass. An Unmarked person can’t fight soone with a developed Aspect. The gap is too big. It’s why the licensing system exists."
"So you’re saying I’m helpless?"
"No, I’m saying to be realistic." Sloane shifted her weight putting one hand on her hip which caused her shirt to ride up a little. "There’s no way an Unmarked can beat a strong aspect user. No way, no how. But you know this already so what the hell changed?"
Damn, because the previous Lukas had been put down by the world with his unmarked status, he resigned to spend the rest of his life being in the shadow of those who mattered.
Yeah, I’m not spending my new lease on life being an extra in soone else’s story.
"Maybe I just got tired of being so damn useless." I replied.
Sloane took a half step back at my crass response, a flicker of pity crossing her face. "You’re not totally useless."
"Then prove it, just train ."
"Lukas—"
"What’s the harm? You train every day anyway. Let tag along. Worst case scenario, I embarrass myself and you get to laugh about it."
She bit her lips slightly and creased her face, pondering on my offer. I’m so close to a yes I can feel it.
[ORACLE FEED UPDATE]
[Subject emotional state: Conflicted]
[Interest level increasing]
[Recomnded action: Maintain pressure]
"I’ll make breakfast every morning for a week," I added.
"You hate cooking."
"I’ll suffer through it."
"You’ll burn the kitchen down."
"Then you can blast through a wall. Win-win."
The corner of her mouth twitched into a smile.
"You’re serious about this," she said.
"Dead serious."
"Why?"
"Because I’m tired of watching from the sidelines," I said. "You’re going to Halloran. You’re going to beco a top Hero. And I’m going to be... what? The guy who lives in Diane’s house and has no future? Fuck that."
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