[ Daily Mission 2: Kill your father ]
[ Failure Punishment: Altered vision ]
[ Success Reward: +5 aura ]
You want me to kill my father for +5% aura? What does that even mean?
And if not, what?
Are you going to make me blind?
This is a nightmare.
You would expect that when your Pulitzer award-winning father asks you to be his lab rat, you would only get some money and a nice father-son bonding moment.
You don't expect to get an AI parasite that tells you to eliminate the only parent you have left.
[ Time Left: 1 minute ]
Even if I wanted to do this, how should I do it in under one minute?
Alter my vision!
The ability to see is overrated anyway.
[ Altered Vision: Pending ]
Great.
I still have to go to work. Hurry up and load so I can have a reason to resign!
[ -1% rizz ]
Really?
What am I supposed to do? Thank you? Compliment you?
Oh, my dear Unrecycleable Trash, you just look so hot when you are being a maniacal psycho AI and ruining my life!
As my thoughts run free, the bright window where my stats are displayed starts twitching.
The charisma status keeps erasing and rewriting itself, oscillating between 9% and 15%.
The status bar jittered, the font stuttering like it couldn't decide whether to insult me or—
But why?
No way.
Is this AI actually flustered?
My God.
What kind of freaky narrative is this?
If I keep flirting with it, will it drop the punishment completely?
[ Altered Vision: Completed ]
So much for that plan, huh?
But I feel normal. There isn't that much of a difference.
Maybe the hue is a bit intensified?
Or this Unrecyclable Trash is truly so faulty, it can't even do its job.
Maybe I've been cooped up for too long. I should go for a walk.
Since I got my brain surgery for this AI loser implantation, I haven't exactly moved around too much. Even the classes I took were online.
A bit of movement will do good.
Aren't you supposed to give me missions to make me cooler? Like in Solo Leveling?
Nothing?
My fault for having expectations.
[ Babe's Annoyance Increase by 5% ]
Oh, right.
I gotta be nice to you or you'll fry my brain. You are at 15%, right? How do I decrease it?
…
Hello?
Unrecyclable Trash?
…
Babe?
[ Decreasing Annoyance Requirement: Act cute ]
[ Given your aura, this is gonna be a tough one for ya, fam ]
So you can bully me, but I gotta flirt with you to make you feel better?
That's a toxic relationship if I ever saw one.
Fine, fine.
You're my AI assistant, right?
Guide me in making you feel better, then I'll go for a walk and you'll be quiet and won't humiliate me.
Ok?
[ Mission to Decrease Babe's Annoyance: Make an Apology Song and Perform it ]
[ Success Reward: Annoyance Drops to 5% ]
[ Failure Punishment: Annoyance Increase to 60% ]
5% if I succeed?
So hard to please.
Fine.
Want a performance? Here's a performance greater than the Stray Kids concert!
After you hear this, you'll be sure to make me the next heartthrob idol for sure.
I clear my voice and take a stand.
So far, I've just had internal monologues, but this one? This one, I'll sing out loud.
I already have an AI System named Babe. We are way past the cringe period.
"Ready? Here I go!"
I grab the end of my brush to use it as a microphone. It's showtime!
"Babe, what I said I didn't mean,
You're a 10, ice-cold machine,
You're the chip and I'm just flash,
Take me back, premium trash!"
Well?
How was that for an apology?
Want a dance break too?
[ Babe's Annoyance Dropped at 10% ]
That wasn't even an option!
[ It's giving unemployed stan ]
Sure, buddy. Whatever that means, I totally agree.
Can I go for a walk now without being scared you're gonna make me do something weird?
And you've gone silent.
Great.
That's a great option too. Good for you!
The evening air hit my lungs just right. It was cold and refreshing.
I should have brought a jacket, but it's fine.
Finally, a bit of quiet time since the Unrecyclable Trash— I mean Babe got into my brain.
No more annoying voices, no more pop-up windows or stats.
Just me, myself and I. Like I am used to.
Maybe I should go get some ice cream for dinner. I can afford it now.
No more sad ramen nights without any other topics.
I can get some pizza or some actually well-cooked noodles and a sweet treat.
The event of the afternoon pops into my mind. The electric shock directly into my brain and the pleasure from it—
Maybe no sweet treat.
Maybe some fruit or something savory. Vinegar chips or popcorn sounds good since Babe ruined ice cream and anything sweet for me for a while.
But I won't let that ruin my night.
I am healthy, I am walking and I am thriving on the money.
Life is good.
I expected Babe to pop up with another stupid mission so far, but it seems like it's not that evil.
It actually respects my boundaries.
Well, most of them.
The Seven Eleven was empty when I stepped in. Just me and the girl behind the counter.
She's about my age.
Another tired teenager with lacking funds. I can't help, but relate.
I was like that once.
I was like that last week to be more exact.
You know what? I'll do something nice for her.
I might not be able to eat ice cream tonight, but she can.
I'll buy an extra one with my shopping and gift it to her. Something refreshing.
Should I go with a fruity flavor or with a coffee one?
Hmm, tough choice.
As I was taking my time choosing the flavor of my good deed for tonight, a large guy entered the store.
To say he was massive, it's an understatement. Covered in rather explicit gang tattoos, he banged his fist into the counter, causing the girl to jump frightened.
Well, this is trouble.
Should I call the police? Should I say something?
[ Daily Mission 3: Defeat the Goblin ]
My vision got hazy for a second, the aisles blurring, rotating, morphing?
I blinked. Once. Twice.
As the window flickered in front of me when I opened my eyes again, the massive guy's image glitched from the dangerous gang member to a green, greasy goblin.
About five feet, only fitting inside the store because of his unnatural hunch, his skin was full of pus and sweat as his yellow eyes roamed dangerously on the terrified girl.
The light reflected on his bald head as a creepy crooked smile unfolded on his disgusting face.
The girl didn't move. I am not sure I could either as the monster started to growl.
So this is what Babe described as altered vision, huh?