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Chapter - 5
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[Get Your First Kiss and Humiliate Your Bully in Front of the Entire School] [Reward: 2 Bronze Tickets]
[Adhesion]
| Common Ability | (Rarity: 1.9)
You can make your skin extremely sticky—enough to cling to walls or prevent a regular person from pulling away from you. The sensation doesn't bother you, and you can freely choose which parts of your body become adhesive.
It wasn't exactly Spider-Man's original power, but I wasn't about to complain. It was a great mix of wall-crawling and grappling. Plus, it seriously boosted my short-range lethality: as long as I made contact, the enemy wouldn't be able to escape.
And the funny thing is—Spider-Man rarely uses his adhesive powers in any creative or deadly way. The writers never really go that far. Just imagine if he went full Kaine with his Mark of Kaine...
With my growing strength and this new ability, I couldn't help but wonder—what would I be capable of in the future?
[Wooloo]
| Common Familiar | (Rarity: 1.5)
Pokémon – Wooloo is an adorably fluffy sheep Pokémon with luxurious wool that grows back fully in just five days. While it's physically resilient, it lacks any combat instinct or martial training, so don't expect much help in a fight.
Still, I already had the raw material for my costume. I mean, Pokémon wool had to be at least somewhat bullet-resistant, right?
If it can take a Hyper Beam, I'd say that's a solid yes.
Also, being a Normal-type Pokémon, it had access to a good range of support and defense moves—making it a surprisingly solid wooly tank. If I remembered correctly: Cotton Guard, Rest, Sleep Talk—a nice little combo package for a soft-eyed shield.
[100 Likes] [Reward: 1 Silver Ticket]
"What the hell is all this? None of this is making sense anymore. Probably better for my sanity if I stop trying," I muttered to myself as I checked my reward log.
[Web Slinger]
| Uncommon Ability | (Rarity: 2.1)
You can shoot strong, sticky webbing from your body. The webs dissolve naturally after about an hour.
Wow. I remember the author of The Strange Talent of Luther Strode once said he took partial inspiration from Spider-Man. But I never thought I'd literally end up in a damn situation like this.
...Wait just a damn second—now that I think about it, it all makes sense.
I'm in high school. Specifically, a bullied nerd is the protagonist. Like Peter. I've got spider-like powers. There's a forming harem in the background. And even a sexy redhead with a crush on me.
I was basically the Spider-Man of this universe—hopefully with better luck, considering all the crap that constantly happens to Peter without a single break or moment of happiness.
"Dude, that was incredible!" Pete said as the crowd of students finally started to disperse. The show was over, but apparently, I'd become the star of the day.
"You're overhyping it…" I replied, scratching the back of my head. I hadn't even done much. Guys like Paul crumble fast when you hit them with the truth… and a bit of webbing.
"I agree with him," Petra whispered in my ear, her voice low and sultry. "I knew you were a real man—unlike someone else."
"You're both exaggerating…" I did my best not to blush while Pete gave me that goofy smile and a thumbs-up like some kind of proud wingman.
"Maybe I should start calling you Tiger from now on. Sounds like the perfect nickname for you." She was clearly teasing me—but I honestly loved the way she did it too much to stop her.
"Please don't… I might actually pass out," I laughed with her, even though my heart was racing like crazy. Petra had that warm, airy laugh that stuck under your skin like a thought you just couldn't shake.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
The shrill ring of the bell brought us crashing back to reality, signaling the start of class. Students started drifting off, still murmuring about what had just happened like it was a scene out of a teen drama movie.
"Catch you later, Luther," Petra said, winking as a playful smile touched her lips. Then she turned around—and yeah, I definitely noticed how deliberately she was swaying her hips.
She knew I was watching. And I was very sure she wanted me to.
"Dude… that girl is so into you," Pete said, reappearing at my side with a smug grin the classic look of a proud wingman.
And for the first time, I really couldn't argue with him.
"I'm going to get our food. You find a place to sit," Pete told me as he headed toward the long line at the school cafeteria.
"Sure," I nodded as usual. It was our tactic: he got the food, I found a table. It always worked—or at least usually did. Today, though, did not seem like my lucky day at all.
I had just spotted a free table at the far end of the room when, just as I was approaching, someone sat down before me, throwing their backpack on the table with a smirk.
I recognized him immediately it was one of Paul's friends and watching where he looked, I saw him give me a thumbs-up with a stupid grin, like he'd just won some imaginary contest.
"What's up, lost or something?" he taunted me with a cocky tone. "You could've run a little faster, you know." I clenched my jaw and could clearly feel anger rising inside me, fast like a wildfire.
For a moment, I looked over at Paul, who was chuckling with his friends from afar, and something snapped inside me. I no longer saw him as a person. For a second, I saw only a sack of meat—a target full of pressure points, exposed and vulnerable.
I knew exactly where to hit to do the most damage. Even more importantly, I knew how to kill him without even breaking a sweat. All I had to do was get close and throw a punch just below his jaw, at the exact spot that would make his head snap off with a single hit.
With a quick, precise movement, I could have crushed his windpipe, squeezing it until it broke like a dry twig. His body would have crumpled to the ground, lifeless, while his eyes widened in one last silent scream of pain.
I could even imagine the exact moment his heart would stop beating, instantly, as his flesh convulsed in spasms, utterly devoid of any chance of survival.
But I shook my head, trying to push away those dark thoughts. I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath—I certainly couldn't afford to get lost in this blind rage. Luckily, when I opened them again, my vision had returned to normal.
I turned to him and, with a steady voice, said, "You're really pathetic, Paul. You need your friends to do your dirty work?." I didn't wait for a response.
I ignored him and walked away, searching for another free spot. I scanned the cafeteria, but unfortunately, there was no one I knew.
All the tables were full except one.
A completely empty table, except for a girl sitting at one end. She had a slender, graceful figure, long black hair flowing down to her waist, intense, piercing green eyes, and lips shaded in green and black. She moved them slowly as she chewed gum, popping it absentmindedly, completely absorbed in her phone.
She was the only option left.
Most people didn't even dare sit near her. Those who tried either mumbled some awkward pickup line or stared way too long like idiots. And almost all of them ended up walking away with their tails between their legs after getting socially obliterated in seconds.
Luckily, I wasn't like most people. I didn't have much of a reputation to protect, so I didn't have much to lose either. "Mind if I sit here?" I asked, stopping in front of the table.
She looked up from her phone, and for the first time, I got a proper look at the cheerleader uniform she was wearing. It fit her perfectly, hugging every curve of her lean, graceful body.
She looked me over for a few seconds, giving me a very obvious up-and-down glance, then shrugged with a teasing smirk. "You're lucky. I haven't carved my name into this table yet. Besides, it's pretty empty, don't you think?"
"Must be thanks to your winning personality," I replied, sitting down with as much confidence as I could manage—trying my best to look like I knew exactly what I was doing.
At that, she looked up from her phone again, a half-smile creeping across her face. She popped her gum with a sharp snap—like I had just passed some kind of secret test.
"So," she said, her voice honestly curious, "you're the guy who told Paul to go fuck himself and then made out with Petra in front of the school?"
I blinked, caught off guard. "You were watching?"
"Of course I was. Like the rest of the school. There are already at least ten videos online, if you're into that sort of thing." She paused. "I have to say, you're a refreshing change. Most people here bore me to death. At least you don't openly drool over my tits… Maybe you're more of an ass guy?"
I coughed, embarrassed, while she laughed—loud and amused, clearly enjoying my reaction more than she'd ever admit. And I had to admit... she looked even prettier when she smiled.
"Well, for the record," I said, trying to regain my footing, "she kissed me. And Paul was the one who started the fight, so that was self-defense."
She smirked sideways. "There's a bit of fire under those thick glasses."
Then she leaned back in her chair, stretching like a cat. She finally set her phone down and, for the first time, really looked at me. "I have to say, you're an upgrade from the usual limp losers around here."
"Thanks?" I replied, genuinely unsure whether that was an insult or a compliment.
She nodded. "Name's Shego, by the way—though I'm sure you already knew that." She gestured to herself with a smug grin. "I mean, how could you not recognize a smokeshow like this?"
"Luthor," I said, nodding in return.
Then she stood up, grabbing her phone with a smooth, practiced motion. She turned back to me just before walking away. "It was fun talking to you, Luthor. But I've got other things to do. You know how it is interesting people never get a break."
And with that, she walked off, hips swaying with effortless confidence—a green and black hurricane in motion.
A few seconds later, Pete showed up, slightly out of breath, carrying two lunch trays. "Jesus... What the hell did I miss?!" he asked, staring after Shego as she disappeared down the hall.
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