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"Get out already, you stupid fatso!" An annoyed female voice rang out from the other side of the door, followed by loud banging that shook it.
Julian's eyes snapped open. Fatigue still weighed heavily on his body, and for a moment, he felt completely disoriented. The memories of the previous night—the messages, the system, the electric shock—were a confusing blur in his mind.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the numbness enveloping him. Had it really happened? The events of the previous night seemed unreal, yet they were so vivid and fresh in his mind that it was impossible they were just a dream. But the echo of his stepsister Guinevere's voice brought him back to reality.
"Did you hear me or what?! If you don't get out right now, you'll regret it," Guinevere continued, her tone growing more threatening. Julian knew she wasn't joking.
"I'm coming, I'm coming…" Julian murmured with a raspy voice, his words barely audible. He knew Guinevere detested any kind of delay, and her patience with him had always been practically non-existent.
As he got up, he felt a sharp pain in his head, and in the next moment, a floating interface materialized before his eyes.
╔══⟦ ◈ JULIAN CROSS ◈ ⟧══╗
➣ Level: 1
➣ Destiny Rank: Ill-fated (★☆☆☆☆☆☆)
➣ Luck Points (LP): 0
➣ Occupation: Nerdy Student
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➣ Body Type: Obese
⤷ Height: 5 ft 10 in (1.78 m)
⤷ Weight: 216 lb (98 kg)
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➣ Stats:
⤷ Charm: 2
⤷ Intelligence: 7
⤷ Willpower: 5
⤷ Physical Condition: 2
⤷ Wealth: 2
⤷ Status: 2
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➣ Abilities:
1.[ Luck Parasite ](★☆☆☆☆) :
The user can drain a low amount of luck from a nearby target. The luck drained is converted into LP.
⤷ Activation: requires concentration and a distance ≤ 5 meters from the target.
⤷ Effectiveness: low (varies according to the user's relationship with the victim)
⤷ Frequency: once every 24 hours per person.
⤷ Risks: repeated use of this ability generates cumulative mental fatigue.
2.[ EMPTY]
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Julian blinked, bewildered, his mind unable to process what he was seeing.
*Am I hallucinating? he wondered. It looks like a video game character profile. I even have a level and stats.*
Before Julian could read all the information, Guinevere's banging intensified, demanding his attention.
With a frustrated sigh, Julian forced himself to open the door, coming face to face with Guinevere. Her face, though undeniably beautiful, was twisted in a scowl of annoyance and irritation. She had sun-tanned skin from hours under the sun, and her angular features were almost perfect, with blue eyes that at that moment reflected nothing but contempt toward him.
"I told you not to take long, idiot," she spat, not bothering to hide her displeasure.
Guinevere was a popular juvenile delinquent at school. She loved partying, smoking, hanging out with handsome guys, and bullying other students with her gang. People treated her like some kind of 'queen,' though she had the attitude of a neighborhood thug, being a true torment for Julian.
"Sorry, I got distracted for a moment" He replied through clenched teeth. He tried to keep calm, though his frustration boiled beneath the surface.
"You better had. Now do something useful and prepare the food. It's almost noon, and I'm hungry" She said, crossing her arms, momentarily drawing Julian's gaze to her ample bust.
Guinevere had short blonde hair, a small piercing in her lip, and another in her nose, giving her a rebellious look that matched her personality. Her athletic and curvaceous body was a feast for the eyes. She wore a white top that exposed her toned abdomen and shorts that accentuated her long legs.
"Sorry Guinevere, I'm not feeling too well right now. I need to rest and…"
"I'm not asking you, greasy fatso. If you don't do what I say, I'll make my parents throw you out of the house." Guinevere cut him off, jabbing a finger into his shoulder with unnecessary force, her long nail pressing into his skin.
Just then, a new information window appeared beside his stepsister, floating in the air, visible only to him.
╔═⟦ ◊ GUINEVERE CROSS ◊ ⟧═╗
➣ Level: 7
➣ Destiny Rank: Fortunate (★★★☆☆☆☆)
➣ Occupation: Popular Student / Juvenile Delinquent
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➣ Body Type: Slim with a toned figure
⤷ Height: 5 ft 7 in (1.70 m)
⤷ Weight: 132 lb (60 kg)
⤷ Bust: 34E – Big well-shaped breasts
⤷ Measurements: 34DD-24-33 in – Slim, narrow waist
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➣ Relationship Meter: Horrible (♡♡♡♡♡)
⤷ Affection: 12 / 100 (slight appreciation)
⤷ Friendship: 0 / 100 (no sympathy)
⤷ Attraction: -50 / 100 (evident repulsion)
⤷ Respect: -70 / 100 (deep contempt)
⤷ Trust: 60 / 100 (considers you harmless)
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➣ Stats:
⤷ Charm: 14
⤷ Intelligence: 4
⤷ Willpower: 4
⤷ Physical Condition: 12
⤷ Wealth: 7
⤷ Status: 8
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The information in this window left him stunned. Not only were Guinevere's stats better than his, but she also had far more luck. Julian's fingers tensed slightly on the door as he realized how unfair all this was.
A person like her doesn't deserve that much luck. Julian has seen her steal and beat people with her gang. She always targets weak individuals she knows can't defend themselves. She loves feeling like she has power.
"What are you staring at now?" Guinevere shot him a harsh look, clearly annoyed by his apparent distraction.
Julian quickly averted his gaze, feeling overwhelmed by the information he had just received.
"Nothing… I'll do what you asked" He replied hastily, before passing by her and heading toward the kitchen.
"Good little puppy" Guinevere sneered, turning to head to the living room. "And don't forget to clean my room and do the laundry. I have a lot of dirty clothes, so hurry up" She added as she walked away.