"Open system panel" Nyx commanded in an angry voice as he looked down on the familiiar blue screen.
[Let me show you the greatness of this Daddy.]
[**SYSTEM INTERFACE**]
Name: Nyx Vaelthorn
Race: Human (Barely)
Title(s): Newbie Trash [Try harder, dipshit.]
Alignment: None
System Points (SP): 1000
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HP: 70/70 –[1 CON = 10 HP]
MP: 30/30 –[1 WIS = 10 MP]
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[ATTRIBUTES]
Strength (STR): 7 – [Monkeys are still winning.]
Agility (AGI): 5 – [Drunk chickens outrun you.]
Endurance (END): 8 – [Congratulations, you're slightly less pathetic.]
Intelligence (INT): 10 – [Decent. Don't get cocky.]
Wisdom(WIS): 3 [Pathetic]
Constitution (CON): 7 – [Soft-boiled egg vibes.]
Luck (LCK): ??? – [Why ruin the surprise?]
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[SKILLS]
Basic Combat Proficiency (Passive) – [You know which end of the sword goes in the enemy. Usually.]
Appraisal (Active) – [Scan stuff. Look smart.]
[New skills available in shop]
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[INVENTORY]
Beginner's Gift Package – [Just open it already, you curious goblin.]
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[SHOP]—"Where dreams come true… if you're rich, which you're not."
[Skill Book: Fireball] – 500 SP
[Steel Sword] – 100 SP
[Low-Grade Mana Potion x3] – 150 SP
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[???] – 100,000,000 SP (Don't even bother looking.)
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"That's quite detailed." Nyx, watching the detailed system panel, was quite surprised, obviously ignoring the comments the system had made after every damn words.
[That's quite the shamelessness. You sure got guts.]
Nyx: ...
"I will have to find out about our current situation as fast as possible." Nyx fell into thoughts for his next course of actions. If he wanted to live a peaceful life as he planned then he would have to start taking actions.
In his current condition, even if he steps outside his manor, he can get killed by being declared a traitor, just like his father died. He will also have to strengthen himself as fast as possible.
Just as Nyx was in deep thoughts about how to increase his strength, System's sarcastic voice ran through his ears again.
[You dumbass, are you going to let the 1000 SP rot in here? Use it, imagination is your limit.]
"...I'm sure if one day I'm strong enough, I'm gonna rip that mouth off of your f*cking body." Nyx growled in anger but choose to open the system shop.
[**SHOP**]
—"Where dreams come true… if you're rich, which you're not."
[Weapon] [Skills] [Abilities] [Others]
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"Well, seems like you're not that omnipotent, mouthy bitch." Nyx said in a sarcastic tone with a smirk on his face.
[You truly are a dumbass, I said try your imagination.]
"Well then show me some skills related to fire magic." Nyx said in an indifferent tone but the smirk didn't leave his face.
[*SKILLS*]
[Skill Book: Fireball] – 500 SP
[Skill Book: Fire arrow] – 800 SP
[Skill Book: Fire Tornado] – 1000 SP
[Skill Book: Fire wall] – 1500 SP
[Skill Book: Inferno] – 1500 SP
[Skill Book: Hell fire] – 10000 SP
[Skill Book: Fire of ???] – 500000 SP
[Skill Book: ???] – ??? SP
[Skill Book: ???] – ??? SP
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"Why are some of them hidden?" Nyx asked in a curious tone as he took a look at the skill list.
[With your sloth-like pace and sea sponge-level strength, if you even pull off a non-existent fireball, it'll be a goddamn miracle, bitch. Don't bother getting your ass up for those.]
"Wow, thanks for the motivational speech, Siri's evil cousin. Real inspiring. If I'm a sponge, guess that makes you bathwater. Useless, irritating, and full of shit." Nyx replied in a indifferent tone as even he was getting used to the system's banter.
He was getting used to the System's nonsense. Not comfortable with it, but less flustered now. That was progress... maybe.
But reality settled in: he wasn't strong enough to wield a damn sword, let alone a fire tornado.
The previous Nyx—the noble little shit—had lived a pampered life, never once setting foot in a training yard. He was all silk robes and silver spoons.
"...Is there any way to increase my stats, mouthy bi—System?" Nyx corrected himself just in time.
[You sure got a foul mouth, huh? But yeah, you can convert SP into stat points. Ratio's ten-to-one.]
"Who's even talking about foul mouths?" Nyx muttered.
"Buy me Fire Arrow, and convert the rest of the points into stat points."
He had no time to waste. This power—this bizarre, foulmouthed second chance—had to be milked for every advantage it could give.
[Congratulations! You got the skill book, Fire Arrow!]
[200 SP has been converted into stat points.]
Suddenly, a red marble the size of a thumb tip materialized in the air before him, floating lazily with a faint glow.
"...Am I supposed to eat this?" Nyx asked, holding the marble between two fingers with visible disgust.
[Crush it, dumbass.]
"Yeah, sure."
He crushed it between his fingers. The moment it shattered, a red mist surged from the fragments and shot into his chest. It coiled around his body, sinking into his skin like a warm, smoky fog. A moment later, the System chimed in.
[Congratulations on learning a new skill: Fire Arrow. At least now you can light a damn candle.]
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[You sure you wanna do this? Don't go crying when something snaps.]
Nyx stood in front of the training ground, barely holding a sword, already panting like he'd run a marathon.
"At least I gotta know how strong I really am—and what kind of gap stats make, right?" he asked, more to himself than the snark-machine riding shotgun in his head.
[Strong? If I could, I'd put your STR stat in the negatives, you absolute disaster.]
Nyx ignored the usual verbal abuse and swung his sword in a horizontal arc. Then—
*snap*
"Arrrgghhhh—!" he screamed, crumpling to the ground as his shoulder popped out of place. Clutching his arm, he writhed in pain.
[You dumbass. Learned your lesson yet?]
A warm white glow enveloped his shoulder as it jerked back into place with a nauseating click.
Nyx didn't respond. Still holding his arm, he trudged silently back to his room like a whipped dog.
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"Put 10 stat points in Strength, 5 in Agility, and 5 in Wisdom," he grunted once the pain had dulled enough for him to talk without cussing every other word.
[Learned your lesson? This Daddy is always right, maggot.]
[**SYSTEM INTERFACE**]
Name: Nyx Vaelthorn
Race: Human (Barely)
Title(s): Newbie Trash [Try harder, dipshit.]
Alignment: None
System Points (SP): 0
HP: 170/170 – [1 CON = 10 HP]
MP: 80/80 – [1 WIS = 10 MP]
[ATTRIBUTES]
Strength (STR): 17
Agility (AGI): 10
Endurance (END): 8
Intelligence (INT): 10
Wisdom (WIS): 8
Constitution (CON): 7
Luck (LCK): ???
[SKILLS]
[INVENTORY]
[SHOP]
[Less pathetic than before… but still pathetic.]
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"Well... I'm improving," Nyx muttered, though he couldn't deny the obvious: he was still weak as f*ck—especially after that "training" session that ended with his arm nearly in another continent.
He walked over to the window, stretching a bit. The stat boost made him feel noticeably stronger. He was about to test something... until he noticed it was well past midnight.
"Eh. Time's not going anywhere. I'll do it tomorrow," he said lazily, already heading for his bed.
[New title earned: "Lazy as Fuck"]
[Effect: +1 Comfort while sleeping, -1 Motivation during daytime.]
[You're a certified couch potato. Congratulations, you absolute disgrace.]
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P.S. The pacing can be a problem for the few chapters for obvious reasons. So, hang in there a bit. Do leave a comment on the progress though.
Stay healthy, Stay pure, just to get corrupted here~
–Clashercertified