A Proud Owner

Damien snorted. "Welcome to reality, kid."

My eyes darted over the stats, my brain struggling to process them.

This was me.

My power, my skills—everything, quantified into a data system.

"This is your status." Damien's voice was unreadable again. "I was going to let you figure things out on your own, but…"

I could hear the smirk in his voice. "…I suppose that'll speed things up."

I swallowed, staring at the screen.

This wasn't a game.

This was real.

"...Fuck!!"

"Yeah—" I could imagine Damien almost rolling his eyes.

"Okay so let me clear. You are a totally bullshit character, if anything."

"It's been almost a week or maybe even more since you awakened your physique and you don't even know what it does? Bitch—"

I blinked. "…Uh."