Chapter 13
As the notification from the interface echoed inside my mind, I felt a surge of triumph and excitement. I had managed to boost my mental attribute: Luck to its maximum potential, a thrilling achievement that brought an exhilarated smile to my face.
[You've been affected by Luck! Your Physical Attribute: Luck further increased! Physical Attribute: Luck 10/10]
"YES! Finally! I'm ready to embrace the chaos!" I shouted, nearly startling Macaron, who looked at me with a combination of awe and concern.
"Master, are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked cautiously, his eyes wide.
I waved him off, excitement buzzing in my veins. "Oh, come on, Macaron. Think of all the possibilities! Now, let's make sure I can finally follow through on my plans. Time to boost my Vitality!"
With that, I allocated my remaining points into Vitality. I needed the ability to withstand the physical rigors of battle and the challenges this world would inevitably throw at me. I had no doubt that upping my Vitality would enhance my resilience.
[You've been affected by Luck! Your Physical Attribute: Vitality further increased! Physical Attribute: Vitality 4/10]
Before I could react, another message appeared:
[You've unlocked a hidden bonus based on your Luck! Stat allocation multiplied!]
"What?!" I exclaimed, my eyebrows shooting up in awe.
As I blinked, I realized the enormity of what the notification meant. The points in my Vitality hadn't just increased in normal increments—they multiplied!
I looked again with bulging eyes.
[Vitality: 4 points → 8 points!]
My jaw dropped, and a wild grin spread across my face. "Did I just max out my Vitality stat?!"
Macaron tilted his head, squawking in surprise. "That's… incredible, Master! You've really hit the jackpot with your luck!"
Giddy with excitement, I quickly glanced at my stats again, almost unable to believe my eyes.
—————— Status Window ——————
Name: Remillia Lockhart
Class: ???
Weapon: Dagger
Gift: Keen Sense
Physical Attributes
Strength: 1
Stamina: 1
Speed: 1
Perception: 1
Vitality: 8
Mental Attributes
Intelligence: 1 / 10
Perseverance: 1 / 10
Luck: 10 / 10
Charm: 1 / 10
Popularity Points: 5,000
XP Points: 0
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"Master, are you done? Before I forget, one more thing: if you want to shop for things that you need, just call me and say 'Open System Shop,'" Macaron said, flapping his wings excitedly.
"Nice," I replied, calling out to the system shop. A shimmering interface appeared before me, displaying various items, enhancements, and potions stocked neatly in an enticing array. "If I want to buy something, what should I pay? Money?"
"Using your Popularity Points, of course!" Macaron said with enthusiasm.
"...." I went silent, staring at the catalog of items.
"Master, you okay?" Macaron asked, noticing my sudden stillness.
"Macaron... Are you trying to bankrupt me?" I said, incredulity creeping into my voice.
"What? Of course not! It's just that the items in the system shop are more valuable and priceless than any items you can buy here in this world," Macaron explained, his little feathers ruffling in defense.
I raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched across my face. "Whatever... I'll go to the training facility to test my skills. Behave in here while I'm gone."
"Okay!" Macaron exclaimed, a small burst of excitement causing him to flutter up for a moment before landing on my bed.
It was already in the middle of the night when I sneaked out of my room, feeling the cool air brush against my skin. My daggers were securely sheathed at my sides.
As I approached the entrance of the training facility, I glanced down at my smartwatch, its digital face glowing softly in the dim light. I scanned it at the entrance of the training facility.
"Remillia Lockhart, Rank 925, CONFIRMED," A robotic female voice stated flatly, and with a sharp BEEP, the heavy doors slid open with a low hiss, inviting me into the depths of the facility.
I walked inside and entered a room.
Shooting Range.
[Remillia Lockhart, Rank 925, CONFIRMED]
The training facility was dimly lit, with soft neon lights washing over the sleek equipment and training dummies positioned around the expansive space.
As I approached the center of the room, a holographic interface flickered to life before me, displaying various training options: Combat Drills, Endurance Tests, and Weapon Proficiency. My heart raced at the choices laid out.
"First things first," I muttered to myself, scanning the options. "Let's start with the Combat Drills."
I selected it, and the interface responded with a prompt:
Combat Drills Initiated. Please select the level of difficulty: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced.
Considering my newly maxed Vitality and my unwavering Luck, I grinned with confidence. "Let's go with Advanced. I'm ready for a challenge!"
Advanced Combat Drills Engaged.
Its been years since I last sparred with someone or trained my body since I was stuck in a chair completing my work or creating new novels. So tonight, I'll try my best to find out how good I am.
The holographic display flickered again, overlaying the room with a digital grid that depicted various combat scenarios I might encounter, from one-on-one duels to multi-opponent engagements.
The first drill began with a burst of energy, a holographic opponent materializing before me. It mimicked the appearance of a skilled fighter, complete with a refined stance and a ready posture.
"Engaging in Combat Simulation," the interface announced. "Combat Sequence One: Solo Encounter."
Without warning, my holographic opponent lunged toward me, moving with impressive speed. My instincts kicked in as I sidestepped and countered with a swift jab from my dagger, the simulated blade glancing harmlessly off the holographic figure's shoulder.
"Not bad!" I encouraged myself, a grin forming as I felt my body moving fluidly in response to the tactics I had practiced. The fight continued as we exchanged a flurry of strikes.
I focused on dodging and weaving, my heart pounding behind the thrill of actual combat. I could see openings in my opponent's movements. I followed through with a series of calculated attacks.
The training was intense, but I was gaining the upper hand. Finally, taking advantage of a missed strike from the holographic fighter, I spun low and delivered a decisive slash that caused the opponent to dissipate into a gentle mist, signaling my victory.
"Alright! That felt great!" I breathed, a giggle escaping my lips as adrenaline coursed through me.
The interface lit up again with a new prompt:
Combat Sequence Complete. Proceeding to the next Encounter in 5... 4... 3…
The thrill of the previous encounter faded into motivation as the next opponent materialized—a swift and aggressive dual-wielding fighter this time.
"Great, two blades against one," I said, tightening my grip on my own daggers. "Let's see how well I can handle this."
The fight began, and my opponent attacked with a flurry of blows that tested my reflexes. I quickly found myself dodging and blocking multiple strikes, moving dangerously close to being overwhelmed. But I remembered my training in my past life—patience, timing, and precision.
As I adjusted to the rhythm of the dual-wielding fighter, I began to anticipate their movements. With a calculated sidestep, I repositioned myself and struck just as the opponent overcommitted, delivering a series of devastating counterattacks until the simulation ended in another victorious puff of mist.
"Two in a row! This is going better than I thought," I said, excitement bubbling within me.
The interface hummed again, moving on to the next combat scenario.
Combat Sequence Three: Multi-Opponent Encounter.
A wave of apprehension mixed with thrill washed over me. "This one might be tougher... but I'm up for the challenge!"
As the three holographic opponents materialized—a brute, an agile rogue, and a ranged fighter—I took a deep breath, centering myself.
"Let's do this," I declared, and charged headlong into the heated fray.
The fight was chaotic. I had to navigate multiple attackers while keeping my focus sharp and my movements fluid. I utilized everything I'd learned—dodging low, launching myself off nearby equipment, and using my daggers to redirect their attacks when needed.
When the last opponent fell, I took a step back, breathless and grinning from ear to ear. I had pushed my limits and tested my skills, and I felt more accomplished than ever.
Combat Drills Completed. Performance Review: Successful.
I looked at my smartwatch and noticed that it was already dawn, the soft light of morning beginning to creep through the windows of the training facility.
"Oh, shoot, it's already 4 A.M. I still have class by 8:30 A.M.," I muttered, realizing just how long I had been immersed in training. My body felt pleasantly exhausted but satisfying; I knew that if I didn't get some rest soon, I'd be struggling to stay awake in class.