[Mission in progress...]
[Mission complete.]
[Let the game begin.]
[Objective: Get 200 points on the first day (00:19:58:42).]
[Progress: 100%]
[Reward: A shadow skill.]
[Failure: All stats set to negative.]
[Ding!]
[User has obtained a shadow skill]
[Ding!]
[Skill acquired: Shadow Manipulation]
[User Stats:
Name: Leo
Age: 18
Class: Lunar, Year 8
Affinity: Shadow
Skills:
– Shadow Manipulation: Allows the user to manipulate darkness at will.
Details: No specific usage; depends on the user.
Mana Usage: Dependent on level of manipulation.
Reset Timer: None.
Proficiency: 20%.
Strength: 7
Endurance: 5
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 23
Mana: 110/200
Charm (AFP): 100 (Limit of human)
Available Points:
– SP: 0
– AFP: -243 (Negative) / +800 (Positive)]
"Huh...? Why do I have so much positive AFP?" I muttered in confusion. There were so many questions in my mind, but this one took precedence. It didn't make any sense.
[I have no idea... maybe because someone broke the limits of the charm stat?]
It replied, dripping with sarcasm.
"But... from who?" I asked, still baffled. The only girl I'd encountered so far had tried to kill me without hesitation.
[Are you sure ALL of them were ACTUALLY attacking you?]
"Huh?" I muttered, confused.
What the hell is that supposed to mean? They were all trying to kill me! Especially that archer girl—
*Whoosh!*
"Speak of the devil..." I muttered as I barely dodged an arrow by sheer instinct.
Haah.
This isn't looking good.
There she was again, the archer girl. Her once emotionless eyes were now burning with pure hatred. I instinctively took a step back, retreating one step at a time. Her brownish-green hair was disheveled, probably from the stunt I pulled earlier, and her dress... well, it was a bit more revealing, but now wasn't the time to appreciate her figure.
"I will kill you," she hissed, and that was all I needed to hear to start running.
Tsk.
How am I supposed to kill her with this shadow manipulation skill? Its usage is too ambiguous!
*Whoosh!*
"CRAP!"
*BOOOOOOOOM!*
I was sent flying like a ragdoll through multiple shelves.
Damn. I think I broke a rib or two.
"Damn it!" I groaned, rolling out of the way.
*BOOOOOOOOM!*
"No...!" The strap of my bag snapped, spilling its contents all over the floor.
But in that moment of hopelessness...
... I saw something.
"Can this work?!" I thought, but there was no time for second-guessing as another barrage of arrows rained down.
*Crap!*
*BOOOOOOOOM!*
All the arrows exploded, but this time, something happened.
"... This again?" she muttered in annoyance.
The veil of darkness had managed to shield me from the explosion, but it was no match for light. It was already burning up. But that wasn't my immediate concern—I dived forward and grabbed the gun I'd been carrying in my bag.
Seeing this, the archer nocked more arrows and fired to interrupt whatever I was planning. But I anticipated the move and dived out of the way, colliding with a shelf. Painstakingly, I pointed the gun toward her. Now, it was time to work my magic.
[You know... this could blow up in your face, right?]
"I know... that's why I need the size to be perfect," I muttered through gritted teeth as I felt the darkness coalescing inside the barrel of the gun.
Yes, I was creating a bullet.
This was a gamble—it could backfire spectacularly. But with my back against the wall, I had no choice.
At the same moment, she nocked a single arrow, aimed directly at me, and then...
... we both fired.
PUM!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!