3 The Outside

Nodding to myself that everything was normal now, I once again wore my mask and shades, and finally went out.

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As I stepped out the door, the scene that greeted me was a dimly lit hallway. The hallway didn't have anything noteworthy, apart from the creaky wooden floor and the visible effects of time in some areas.

From the left, there was a window that let in a healthy amount of sunlight, making the hallway a little brighter. The sun didn't seem to have risen too much, as its light was able to reach the front of my apartment door. I'm lucky I came out when the sun wasn't in full power mode, or I could have really gone blind.

Even if I didn't, just remembering the earlier pain made me shudder. Now that I'm out of the room, all I felt was the morning sun's comforting heat.

It was quite early in the morning, and if I remember correctly it's a Saturday as well, meaning that not a lot of my neighbors would be up and about. Using this chance, I quickly headed towards the right where the stairs are located. I didn't go too fast since my clothes, more specifically my pants might slip off since my waist has shrunk, a lot. My shoes also didn't help in that area.

In spite of my lowered speed, my stats allowed me to go faster than a normal person allowing a quick descent towards the main door.

Leaving the apartment block I was yet again surrounded by walls, only this time the walls were actually apartment buildings made out of pale red bricks, decorated by windows and the occasional plants in their colorful pots.

The middle was occupied by a tree, nothing too special, just a lone tree in the middle of four buildings. Quite sad really.

The opposite building's exit point was much closer to the public transport in my area, which then leads into the shopping district.

Leaving the premises, I quickly walk towards my destination: The subway!

While I was walking, I started to observe the people I pass by, looking for any odd behavior that my currently high CHA stat can cause. Good thing is, they don't seem to notice this heavenly face with all the things I have on. Bad thing is, they did notice how weird my get-up was, and especially my hair color. This dumb me forgot about my hair.

My new hair is quite long and wavy, but for some reason, I don't notice them too much, or at least they don't get in my eye or mouth at all. Perks of the body I guess?

Anyway, while I did attract some people's attention, it wasn't too bad. They just looked for a few seconds and continued on with their life. It did remind me to cover my hair up with my hoodie. The hoodie is big enough to cover most of it, but you can still see small parts of it if you were to focus. The hoodie's dark color didn't help at all.

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[Ding!]

[Disguise |Rank: G| Skill Successfully Obtained]

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'That's helpful'

Due to the skill, the number of people that looked lowered in number, and continued that way until I reached the subway.

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[Ding!]

Disguise Skill |Rank: G --> E|

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Satisfied with today's unexpected award, I swiftly tapped on and waited in a corner until my ride arrived. When it did, I chose to go in one of the less populated cabins and sat down. Seeing that I didn't have much to do, I played some games on my phone.

Currently, I was playing against this guy in a game called Clash Royalty, a real-time strategic video game that's been out for years.

Your goal in the game is to destroy the other player's Towers with the use of Collectible Cards. The Collectible Cards create specific Characters, Structures, or Spells that can be used to damage the Towers, or to defend against the other player's own Characters. To use the cards, you first need to meet the requirement to use them, which comes in the form of Tonics.

Both players generate Tonics at the same rate, they then use that Tonic to summon Characters, Structures, and Spells to either damage the enemy Towers or defend against invading enemy Cards.

That's pretty much the game in a nutshell. Anyway...

'This guy has a legendary, and it's a disgusting one as well: the UltraKnight!'

As I've said, Collectible Cards can create specific Characters, Structures, or Spells. You get more Collectible Cards through chests that you can get by beating other players. Chests can come in different rarities, and the rarer chests give the players a chance to obtain rarer cards.

'This guy has a legendary this early in the game? What a lucky guy.

Unlucky for me though since the UltraKnight is tanky, deals a good amount of damage with a good consistent attack rate as well. His attacks are even AOE, so I can't just surround him with a bunch of weak characters, unlike the Bekka...'

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[Ding!]

[Game Mastery |Rank: G| Skill Successfully Obtained]

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'Hehehe... that's right. Your not the only one with advantages here buddy. You'll be my stepping stone towards greatness! HAHAHAHAHA!'

My counterattack starts now!

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After playing for a few more minutes, I managed to get a close win. On the screen, an image of a chest appeared. It was just a normal tier chest that one can get after winning a match, but my earlier struggle made the chest a bit more special.

Quickly starting the chest opening process, I then played another match. This time the game was easier with the effects of my skill, surprisingly giving me a chest I'd never seen before.

It was mainly blue in color with thick, dark blue edges that made the chest look bulky. The dark edges were decorated with multiple light blue jewels, while the place where the keyhole should be is replaced by a lightning emblem.

Tapping on the chest revealed its name, a Mega Thunder Chest.

'Whatever this is must be pretty good. Too bad I've already started on opening the normal chest.'

Reviewing my earlier game, I felt no need to replace or upgrade any of my current cards, so I pressed the match-making button again, hoping for an easy kill.

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[Ding!]

Game Mastery Skill |Rank: G --> E|

'Well, that got boring really quickly.'

The more I played with other people, the more my Game Mastery skill grew. When the Game Mastery skill first advanced to |Rank: F|, the difference between me and the other players increased to an unbelievable level.

While the matches still took some time, the difficulty of winning leaned not towards the other person's skills, but the levels of their cards. While their skills mattered, in my eyes they were no different from each other.

It was only during the last match that I felt the pressure again, due to the poor network connection of the area the subway was passing through, causing my game to disconnect.

When I finally reconnected, I saw that one of my lesser towers had fallen while the enemy Characters were heading towards, and damaging my main tower.

Getting rid of the enemy Characters was hard since they had the upper hand in Character numbers and variety, while I had none. Still, I was able to win, and when I did my Game Mastery skill advanced again.

Playing any further would have been too boring. Luckily, I had finally arrived at my destination. The shopping district isn't too far away and was pretty easy to find.

How is that? Well, just follow the crowd.

Even though it was still early morning, the streets were already packed, filled to the brim with people. Their steps mixed with the oncoming traffic did not bother me too much, seeing as while the streets were jam-packed, it was just how this city is.

I did grow up here after all.

Besides, I also gotta eat and all that. I can't exactly read when I'm dead or when I get kicked out of my apartment now, can I?

Mixing in with the crowd, my heightened senses picked up a ton of information:

The previously loud steps of hundreds of individuals became much louder,

Colorfully diverse shop signs and towering buildings,

The robust scent of coffee, strong enough that you can taste it,

Visibly excited tourists passing through, creating a small breeze...

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"Huff... huff..."

Stepping inside a shopping center proved to be a wise decision, as my mind finally got a break from the noisy, cruel world outside. The clothing store that I wanted to go to was farther away, and I didn't want to come out until I get the hang of my senses, which shouldn't take very long.

Wait, do I even need to do all this hard work?

'System, can you help me manage this new body of mine?'

[Affirmative]

Immediately after answering back, my five senses seem to be adjusting themselves to a lower level.

[The host is now able to control will their senses to their desired level]

'Damn, I should rely on my wishes more. Wasting all that time...'

Cursing myself for being stupid, I went back out and after some time finally found the clothing store.

It was a small shop that didn't have a lot of design variety, but their prices were quite cheap and the clothes themselves were of good quality. They also have a small selection of shoes so I might as well buy those that fit me.

Slowing to a stroll, the doors slid open, followed by a pair of high-pitched notes.

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Stifling a yawn, I thought to myself,

'How tedious...'

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'An hour had already passed and yet NOT ONE PERSON has come. It's like this every now and then, but it doesn't mean that I could get used to it. It's really annoying, this shop deserves more customers. It's not like our products suck or something.'

Eyes narrowing, my eyes glanced over the shop merchandise.

'Our products not sucking is EXACTLY why this place is so empty. Our clothes are not enticing enough, yet durable to the point that someone could pass it down as a family heirloom! The owner should fix that!

Yeah, that's right. IT'S THE CUSTOMER'S AND OWNER'S FAULT THAT I'M STUCK HERE DOING NOTHING!!! WRYYYY'

While those thoughts continued in my head, a sudden nudge on the shoulder brought me out of my inward grumbling.

"Cut it off newbie, I can hear your nonsense just by being around you."

A familiar cold voice followed that little contact, freezing the thoughts in my head and the body below my neck.

'This... why is that shitty manager here?!?!'

Turning my head, albeit slowly, the person behind me was finally revealed.

Instead of a tall, lean figure with short brown hair, brown eyes, and an extremely punchable face, I was met with dark, frizzy hair.

His light blue eyes thinned into slits while his mouth was covered by one hand, making it obvious that he was holding back his laughter.

Seeing who it was, my frozen body moved, launching a fist towards my dear colleague's stomach who couldn't dodge in time.

Feeling the soft contact, the chill in my spine became fuel for the murder I was ready to commit. Before I could raise another fist, the now bending figure immediately pleaded,

"It was a joke! *Cough* just a little joke!"

Those words only made my eyes narrow further, as there was no way he didn't know how important this job is for me.

'Horseshit, I told you to stop that crap the first two times, so not even that stuck-up manager can save you now. As that saying goes, "fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me, fool me thrice, a shame I'll have to kill you". Well then, what should I break first...'

As if the man knew what I was thinking, or maybe because of the 'smile' on my face, his bent body wobbled over towards the other end of the store using nearby racks and shelves for support, ruining some of the shirts that I PAINSTAKINGLY FOLDED in the process.

'Now I have more work to do... yep, kill him.'

"CHILL OUT, Diana! I said I'm sorry already! I just wanted to spook you a little, not have you go crazy on me!"

I was ready to walk over and shove his head up his ass when Allen started whining, so I spat the building venom in my mouth, not allowing him any kind of hope of him getting out of this.

"The crazy one is you, dipshit. Did you really think I was bullshitting when I told you to cut it out, twice?"

Allen has a weird, but undoubtedly impressive talent. It's really the only reason why he is here. His impressions of celebrities are fantastic for customer service, and sometimes he can even imitate the customers which puts them in a good mood. As another saying goes, 'with great power comes great responsibility.'

Clearly, he misused it so I have to go and 'discipline' him now.

"You know what? I really might be crazy, but at least I won't be dead in a dumpster."

"Stop messing with me! When you're like that you might really do it."

Noting nothing of his begging, my little stroll forward continued.

'Fine, maybe I wouldn't kill Allen since I do owe him a favor for recommending me to this boring, torturous, decent-paying job, but he doesn't need a few of his teeth to organize the stock in the back, right?

No, he needs his teeth to keep doing his impressions, so maybe... just a few fractured bones? They heal the quickest from my experience.'

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Walking slowly, almost creeping, to let the fear in him fester, just as I was about to reach my dear colleague the sound of doors sliding open accompanied by two chimes put a pause to my plans.

"Tsk. Lucky bastard"

Eyeing the mischievous colleague of mine, I signaled for him to go to the back.

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A sigh escaped from my mouth when Allen disappeared behind the door, and when I heard another muffled sound of a door closing, I knew he escaped the shop. For now.

Even though I punched and threatened him, he won't tell anyone about what I did. After all, it's all about the things I will do if he did.

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Prioritizing the customer that had just entered, I said with a smile,

"Hello there! Welcome to Glam Shack, how may I help you?"

My smile almost dropped when I said the store name. You call this store glamorous when it only sells in five colors, owner?!?! Moreover, what's with the poor, and highly misleading naming sense? There is no glam, nor do I think that it will ever have an ounce of it.

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'Also, what's wrong with this guy?'

The man that had just entered was wearing the sketchiest outfit ever. None of the clothes even fit him. Hell, that hoodie alone goes down to his thighs! Did he have a shrink spurt or something?

The person responded with a head shake, while at the same time waving his sleeves in a dismissive manner. I then watched the person go to the... Women's Section?

It's not that weird of an action as I've had some of my past subordinates buy me clothes, but the guy wearing really sketchy clothing stopped in front of the underwear section, just... staring.

Now, I can't see what's behind the dark mask and shades, but the image of a villain creepily smiling briefly appeared in my mind, and that was more than enough to irk me.

My eyes have never betrayed me, and I know for sure that this guy was TOTALLY a guy from his body language and clothing. Those clothes he's wearing are also our store's products, even the shoes, and socks, so I KNOW that they are from the Men's section.

'This... I need to report this man to the authorities. No, maybe I can talk him out of this behavior since no matter how hidden you are with the mask, shades, and oversized clothes, it doesn't mean that you can buy whatever you want! Don't do anything you'll regret! You're clearly a dude hiding his face since you know how immoral what you're doing right now!!!'

Pumping myself up for a possible dispute, I strode over with visible determination and a fast-beating heart, not because I was nervous if the guy would actually want to get physical, but because I might get fired If I don't do this right.

Even still, I can't just stand here when a creep is doing whatever with this store's products! I'm a good employee after all!

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Arriving in front of the to-be-villain, my hands clapped and clasped together, disrupting his scrutinizing gaze towards the panties in front of him.

Barely holding myself from pummeling this bastard to the ground, words laced with a hidden warning resounded in the room.

"Excuse me, SIR, is there any reason for you to be browsing in the Women's Section?"

The die has been cast, and the words left my mouth.

I said it in a fairly loud and obvious tone, so there was no way he didn't understand what I meant by those words. Still, he just stood there, staring.

Finally, his eyes left the undergarments and what I can only assume as him now staring at me. I can't really see through those shades, I ain't no Superman.

Moments passed with him just staring, confusing me in many ways.

'Is he not gonna blow up or try to deny it? Maybe he's mesmerized by my beauty? Maybe he's scared shitless that someone found out that he's a dude acting all weirdly? It was really obvious, to me, anyway.'

'Nah, it was really obvious, even a kid would see through it.'

More time passed, but the person only kept standing around. As I was about to ask again, he moved.

Readying myself, I observed the man try to get his hands hidden within those sleeves out.

'Was he going to punch me with those hands? Maybe grab something to hit me with? He was moving too slow for something like that though.'

Carefully watching his every movement, I watched as he finally succeeded in revealing a pale, unsullied hand. Next, he reached up to remove the hood off their hidden head, unveiling long locks of snow-white hair. They seemed to glimmer every time the person breathed, halting all of my previously cruel thoughts.

Blankly staring, a soft voice reverberated in my ears, waking me from my reverie.

"Uhm..."

Taking a moment, to gather her thoughts, she then continued.

"...I'm sorry if I did something wrong."

Yet again I was stunned, this time by the angelic voice that is still clearly echoing in my mind. Her voice continued to stick, but it wasn't unpleasant at all.

It was similar to staying in the city for all your life, then suddenly waking up to a quiet forest, away from all the noises, all the distractions constantly around.

Hearing her was like a breath of fresh, clean air that calms the mind. Without all the other thoughts, I began to wonder,

'...Why did I think she was a guy again?'

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"Uhh... Hello?"

Calling out to attract her attention worked like a charm since the employee with the nametag 'Diana' quickly responded, albeit in an odd and funny way.

"A-ah! Sorry about that! I thought you were a guy..."

Now seeing the apologizing worker, I wondered to myself,

'Huh. Well, that's weird. I doubt that anyone looking at me would automatically assume that I'm a guy since I really don't. Even with the getup, it doesn't make sense for her to mistake me for a guy when really, I could be anyone, so why?'

[Notice]

[The host was using the Disguise Skill earlier, which has the effects of not attracting attention and hiding the host's real identity]

[With the use of the Disguise Skill, the host's body language and overall aura changed to make it harder for people to recognize that it is the host]

'That makes sense, although that really isn't helping with my situation here. I just want to buy some clothes, so why is this so hard?'

"It's okay, it happens sometimes" That's a lie.

The atmosphere after that turned awkward, and this was about 20% my fault, 80% shared between the other guy and Truck-Sama, so trying to salvage the situation, I ask her.

"Can you help me pick some clothes?"

My arms rose to flap my long sleeves to show that I needed clothing that fit me, to which she responded enthusiastically.

"Of course! So what kind of clothes are you looking for?"

Sheeesh, awkward and uncomfortable atmosphere averted!

"I'll need a top, preferably a hoodie to cover my head with, pants, underwear, a pair of shoes, and a pair of socks."

"So... one of everything?"

"Yes please."

"...Follow me."

She looked at me as if I were some kind of dinosaur, but she still complied and brought me around. Luckily she didn't seem that interested as to why I was wearing this kind of clothing, so that saved me from the trouble of making up excuses.

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As I didn't know my size, we had to go through the process of trial and error. Luckily though, Diana seemed to know the store's measurements quite well, as it only took one try until she would grab a size that fitted me most appropriately.

I thought this little shopping trip of mine would end fairly quickly, but for some reason, Diana was eager to try out EVERY SINGLE KIND OF CLOTHING in the store. There wasn't much variety, yes, but it still took quite some effort.

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At the end of it, I was wearing a similar hoodie and sweatpants that fit my size, a plain white T-shirt, plain white underwear, white socks, and black shoes. (How dull)

In my right hand are shopping bags containing another pair of white T-shirts, lounge pants, four sets of different colored underwear, and two pairs of socks. I also had two new hair ties on my left hand and a shopping bag that has my old clothes, but I won't use them in public, mostly at home though. Wearing an oversized hoodie is pretty comfortable.

Seeing that I have everything I need, I turn towards smiling Diana.

"Thanks a lot, Diana. It would have taken me much longer if it weren't for you." That wasn't a lie.

Compared to someone like me who's only visited once before, she was very knowledgeable about the store products, so just having her around was like having a System but for fashion. I after all only ever browsed the Men's Section, so I had no idea about the women's side at all.

Diana measured my body and then quickly helped me find the types of clothing I like to wear, saving me so much time. Unless you take into account the part where she played me like some dress-up doll, but it didn't hurt me in any way so I let it be.

"No problem at all! Just come back if you need more clothing, especially underwear, okay? You should know how durable our clothing is from your older brother!"

Diana didn't seem interested in why I was wearing oversized clothing earlier, but I was wrong. Turns out she was veeery interested, so I told her about me visiting my overseas 'older brother', but in the process of doing so lost my luggage that had all of my clothes.

I met up with my 'older brother' and told him about what happened, so he let me borrow his clothing and some money so that I can buy my own clothing in the city.

It wasn't the best excuse, but she accepted it quite easily, although I heard her mumbling about how I have a 'shitty older brother' for not buying me clothes instead. As for the choice of clothing and accessories... It's self-explanatory. Diana rightly guessed that it was because of my face.

'The best part about all of this? I get a discount because of her earlier misunderstanding, so I'm pretty happy now.'

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Saying my thanks again, I leave the shop and the for-some-reason, nose-bleeding Diana. I still had my hood, mask, and shades on, and even with all of the earlier clothing changing, my mask and shades never went off.

'Now, it's time to go to the internet cafe!'

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Taking a moment to establish a route in my head, I continued walking. The internet cafe is inside the huge, interconnected shopping mall, and I say interconnected since, while the mall itself is composed of multiple buildings, their entrances and exits are just opposite streets.

I know this as in the past, I was trying to find where I can buy the cheapest and most fulfilling food in the mall, so I have a vague idea of its structure.

Going inside one of them again, my stroll continued, taking this opportunity to fully remember all the stores with the help of my enhanced mental faculties and the system. There were many more clothing stores that I passed by, a food court, grocery stores like Aldi, Walmart, Target, Costco, and more. (That's right, they exist. What a plot twist.)

While looking out for any interesting shops selling interesting items, I caught sight of a store that sells scratch-it tickets. Remembering my high luck stat, I decided to test it and head in. Looking at the colorful tickets, I was about to buy some of the $1-$2 cards when a screen appeared in front of me.

[Notice]:

[The System Function: Omniscient Scan can be used by the host]

"A scan? How do I use it?"

[The host can use the Omniscient Scan function by simply willing it]

[The host can also will for the scan to view specific details about the object/animal/person/entity///???///]

Doing as I've been told, I scanned a nearby ticket.

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Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: G|

Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: G|

Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: G|

Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: G|

Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: G|

Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: F|

Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: G|

Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: F|

Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: G|

Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: G|

Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: G|

Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: G|

Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: F|

Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: E|

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Looking towards the Rank E ticket, I willed for its value to be shown.

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Instant Lottery Ticket |Rank: E|

A ticket that contains hidden information that can only be revealed by scratching away an opaque layer.

<Cost>: $2

<Value>: $1000

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Without hesitation, I bought the first 7 tickets just to reach the valuable one. After the cashier gave me the tickets, with the use of my durable nails, I quickly scratched every single one except for the jackpot. I had to act all bummed out, even if the cashier couldn't really see me through my disguise, just to make my cheating less obvious.

'Who needs luck when you've got a system.'

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[Ding!]

[Acting |Rank: G| Skill Successfully Obtained]

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'See what I mean?'

Scratching out of 'irritation', the figures of dollars slowly emerged showing numbers varying from $5, $50, $200, $500, and finally, $1000. Seeing two $1000 dollars with a remaining concealed number, my face started to form a grin.

'It looks like I won't have to worry about money anymore.'

Skipping towards the cashier, I practically showed off my winnings. Seeing the number of zeroes, his mouth gaped for a few seconds until he regained his composure to finally say,

"Congratulations!"

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Arriving in the internet cafe much faster because of my carefree skipping, I had to wait for a few minutes for the employee over the counter to die in the game he was playing.

Handing over enough money for an hour, he told me my computer number and continued playing as Wraith in Apex Legends. He isn't bad, but he is one of those rage quitters that leave straight away after dying. Detestable.

Going through rows of computers to find my spot, I finally found it and got comfy. Turning it on, with extreme care this time, I only had to wait for a few seconds for the screen to pop up.

I was already typing up keywords in Chrome when the system notified me.

[Notice]

[The Omniversal System allows the host to swiftly absorb information through any form of media]

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This. is. freaking. awesome.

Systems, wait no, MY SYSTEM, is awesome.

'How much information can you absorb exactly?'

[Everything on the internet]

'Will it hurt me in anyway?'

[Negative, as one of the effects of the Protogenoi-K skill allows the host to safely store the information]

'...'

I... made really good choices, didn't I?

"Whoever the Creator is... If you're watching me right now, you are a homie. A BIG homie"

'I owe the Creator a big one since he did give me all those wishes. IDK why he did what he did, but frankly, I am thankful.'

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Giving a few moments of silence as a sign of respect, since I don't really know how to respect him HIS way so I did it my way, I told the system,

"Don't download anything."

That's right, nothing will be downloaded.

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It's only at this moment did I truly realize how much of a cheat the existence of my skills are, making me just as ridiculous. At first, I was going to use this body to learn how to hack and create an identity for myself, but now I realize how unnecessary that is.

'I am the strongest being in this world.'

'I am the strongest being in this Universe.'

'I am the strongest being in this Multiverse'

and most importantly...

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'I am the strongest being in the Omniverse, second to the Creator of course.'

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'Why should I worry about money, when I don't need to buy anything out of necessity.

Why should I worry about my identity? What are they gonna do, shoot me? Nuke me?

Why should I continue to watch and read anime, manga, the whole package, when I can visit their worlds and experience it instead?'

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In spite of all of those things... I still live this normal life of mine.

These wishes were never mine in the first place, and the only reason why I wished for the things I have, is because of the other guy's influence.

The other Elias Williams wasn't the only guy with wishes prepared, I had mine as well. It was all because of him that my eyes were fully opened to just how small I and everything I knew was.

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All this thinking may have seemed long, but only a second has passed in the real world. The small pause in my typing resumed, but it was not about hacking anymore.

Clicking towards one of the links, I find myself in an anime streaming service. Searching up Season 2 of Tensura, I tapped the first episode.

Listening to Rimuru's voice somewhat calmed my chaotic mind, allowing me to remember what my three wishes were supposed to be.

1. Become more handsome and smart

2. Longer little bro

3. A little island only I can enter that has a house, inside it has a computer with the best specs, the fastest wifi speed, An AI that listens to me and robots it can control for cleaning, cooking, whatever I need, a self-automated farm that grows my food, and finally, a pet cat.

How... underwhelming, right?

To me, however, this was paradise. To me, this was my escape from reality, from all the responsibilities, and the place where I can just grow old enjoying what I've always liked: Anime, Manga, Novels, and Fanfics.

I was never the type to want to go to other worlds, since just being able to read so many stories was more than enough for me.

Thinking about it, there really isn't anything preventing me from fulfilling those wishes, it will just take some time.

[The first two wishes are currently impossible to accomplish]

...okay maybe just the last one, since that is the most important wish (uso. little bros before ho-).

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For now though, apart from me being second only to the Creator, I'll continue this normal life of mine in this world. I can always do something different whenever I get bored, like joining E-Sports since I feel I might own that.

'System, can I visit other worlds?'

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[Affirmative]

[One of the effects of the Protogenoi-K skill allows the host to travel to any world she wishes]

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I'll do some traveling as well since it would be pretty fun to interact with the many characters I've only thought fictional, and I can ruin the plot as well! In a good way of course. Maybe not the ones I didn't like, like Boku no Piko. I'll destroy that one.

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[Notice]

[The host can 'destroy' the infinite number of 'Boku no Pico' worlds with the use of the Protogenoi-K skill]

'...'

'Can you show me the effects of the Protogenoi-K skill, but in my language please?'

[Affirmative]

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Protogenoi-K |Rank: XX|

- TheSoul: Never to Depart <Consume> Anything and Everything. You're not you when you're hungry.

- TheFragment: Never to Create <Annihilate> Complete Annihilation. No witnesses.

- TheRoom: Never to Escape <Contain> Endless Imprisonment, for like, forever multiplied by eternity + Storage for a ton of things.

- TheFabric: Never to Sway <Reign> Absolute Authority over Space and Time, and anything remotely similar to it or based upon it. Who needs infinity stones amirite?

- TheRefuge: Never to Distress <Secure> All-Powerful, Impenetrable, Unbreakable, Non-Breakable, Everlasting, Everything-Proof, Protection.

- TheMemory: Never to Forget <Recall> Stronk Mind. Like, really strong.

- TheBlade: Never to Remain <Augment> Summon a sword, but really, really, sharp.

- TheWay: Never to Stray <Attain> What Zoro, the mosshead, needs. Teleport anywhere.

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'System, why must you smear my non-existent reputation with mud in this way? THIS ISN'T MY LANGUAGE?!?!?!'

[...]

*Sigh*

Even with everything that's happened to me, nothing much has changed. I'll still continue my daily routine of reading and watching and probably quit my job in the process...

...and I wouldn't have it any other way.

(A/N: Should I make my chapters shorter [3K words or somewhere around that number] or Nah.)