Special Traits
“Yo, yo, yo, that Kai'Sa fucker's crazy! Go Kai'Sa, bite his ass! Fuck him up!”
“Roger that! That spoon-wielding prick who doesn't know his place—cut!”
Class ended, so I headed to the PC bang. I borrowed a silver account from some other guy and duoed with Kim Hyun-do. Sure, I couldn't use my Absolute Power outside my studio apartment, but after adapting to diamond-level games, these silver scrubs were no match for me. In front of my mech-Kai'Sa, those silver nobodies got trampled like ants.
“This is League.”
“Dude, you play pretty decent? You're almost on my level now.”
“Taking all the carry and no shame, huh.”
We kept queuing all the way to skipping school, and by the time we left the PC bang, the sun had already set. I split from Kim Hyun-do and headed home.
Maybe jerk off when I get back.
On the way, I spotted the convenience store where Eun-byeol works. It was about time for her shift, so why not swing by for a peek? I peeped on her through Diorama all the time, but seeing her in the flesh once wouldn't hurt.
I pushed open the convenience store door. Eun-byeol greeted me with a bright smile.
“Welcome~.”
She usually didn't say much, but she seemed in a good mood after awakening today. She'd probably quit this dump soon enough. Still, being the diligent type, she'd stick it out until a replacement showed up.
I wandered the aisles aimlessly. I was just there to check out her face, no real shopping in mind. Grabbed a random cola and headed to the counter.
It's been ages since I actually paid for shit. I'd always swiped snacks when that fat pig was on shift. Watching that porker curse up a storm while restocking with his own cash was one of my petty little joys.
“2,100 won.”
Eun-byeol scanned the barcode, her eyes crinkling in a smile that felt a bit sly. Pretending to fish out my wallet, I snuck a glance over her. Her naked body from the uniform overlapped in my mind.
Gotta go jerk off quick.
I planned to bust one to porn tonight. No way I could wait for her to get off shift. I fantasized about the best way to stroke it proper.
Eun-byeol finished ringing me up and handed over the card. Without thinking, I reached toward her chest. After poking tits through Diorama nonstop, it was pure muscle memory even in real life.
She flinched back, face twisting in disgust. Contempt flashed in her eyes. I played it off as a fumble and snatched the card quick.
“Sir?”
“Uh.”
“Need anything else?”
“Nah, nothing like that…”
I was a sexual harassment pro through Diorama, but face-to-face with a real girl, words failed me. I acted cool like nothing happened and bolted from the store.
Almost got MeToo'd. No way I wanted to rot in jail as a sex offender right after awakening.
I got home, stripped naked, tossed my clothes wherever, and flopped on the bed like always to drain my balls. Best part of awakening? I could jerk all day without tiring. Second best? No cleanup needed.
I snapped my fingers, evaporating the cum. The sticky white glop vanished in a blink.
Time to check on my apostle.
A bit of time had passed, so SP should be stacking up. I pulled up Eun-byeol's status window.
I checked the traits tab first. Curious what was there.
You can grant traits to apostles by consuming SP. Current constellation level: 1. Only F-rank traits available.
Increased Growth Speed (F) - 1000 SP
Sturdy Stamina (F) - 1000 SP
Agile Movement (F) - 1000 SP
…
Hmm, like passive skills? A ton of abilities listed out. Didn't check every one, but easily over a hundred. All legit trait-like powers. Kinda stingy only letting me buy F-grade at level 1, though. Won't even show higher tiers.
Well, might as well grab one.
Lucky I've got over 1,000 stacked. Burned most chatting with her this morning, but it regenerated quick. Normal SP recovery is 1 per minute—about 12 hours passed, so roughly 700 base. But her becoming my apostle boosted intake. Even her breathing nets me an extra 1 per minute.
Enough for a trait. I bought her Increased Growth Speed (F).
Increased Growth Speed (F) applied to So Eun-byeol.
A simple alert popped up, and it added to her trait tab. Let's see her reaction.
I checked her via Diorama. At the convenience store counter, she jumped at the sudden alert, eyes wide as saucers. Cute.
'The Observer of Fate' smiles.
“Ah, my constellation.”
Eun-byeol whispered softly, beaming. A total 180 from the look she gave me earlier.
“Really, thank you so much… I'll work hard. Booked a training room starting tomorrow. Hehe.”
'The Observer of Fate' shrugs.
She kept thanking me nonstop after. But emoticon-only chat was getting annoying. No real communication, just frustrating.
“Give me a Marlboro.”
“Ack?! Oh, yes!”
A customer wanted smokes. Caught mid-chat with invisible me, Eun-byeol startled and scrambled for them. Face red, probably thought she looked like a loon talking to herself. Anyone watching might think she was possessed.
But the customer didn't bat an eye. Everyone's on earbuds these days—no one stares at air-talkers anymore.
“Phew.”
Customer gone, she sighed and whispered to me.
“Um, constellation? Can you hear my thoughts…?”
'The Observer of Fate' shakes their head.
“Guess not…”
She pouted. Checked no one around, then talked to me again. Eyes darting like a rabbit plotting escape mid-sentence.
“So from now on, after school, I'll train there. Bit late to learn mana control, but better than nothing…”
Her chatter was all daily life stuff. I tossed occasional emoticons to nod along. But it started getting tedious. She talked a lot. Cute at first, but now I wanted something else. Couldn't just leave her yapping solo, though.
Time for a national decision. Leave her be, and I'd be trapped for hours.
'The Observer of Fate' says they're busy.
“So anyway…. Ah, s-s-sorry…. Did I take too much of your time, constellation?”
'The Observer of Fate' says it's fine.
'The Observer of Fate' says they're disappointed.
“Me too…. I wanna talk more with you, constellation. It's been forever since I chatted with anyone. Wait, you're not a person—you're a god? Anyway, been too busy to meet friends lately…”
So Eun-byeol started babbling again. I ignored her and panned the view. Couldn't keep up with an extrovert's pace—my comm skills sucked.
While Diorama was up, I scanned the university district. Bed-based stroll. Late night, crowds still milling about. Drunks staggering everywhere, living that social life hard.
Couples arm-in-arm. Probably stuff their faces with food and booze, then hit a motel to fuck like rabbits? Made me jealous. Or curious, anyway.
“Ah~ I wanna fuck.”
Muttered to myself. Got pissy for no reason. So I tailed a passing couple through Diorama. Lovey-dovey chat while munching chicken skewers. Dropping 5,000 won a pop like chumps.
Once the petty mood hit, everything looked shitty. Just didn't like 'em. Time to mess with them.
Pussy stab.
10 SP consumed.
“Kyaaak!”
Caught the guy reaching down and stabbed her pussy. She shrieked, jolting. Heads turned from the sudden scream. Dozens staring in seconds—she flushed crimson and clung to her guy.
Let's see your dick now.
11 SP consumed.
I yanked his hand—straight to her tit.
“Kyaaak! What the hell outside?!”
“Huh? Huh? Wait, my hand just moved on its own.”
Grabbed in front of dozens? Her face went beet red. I cackled at the sight.
“Ugh, forget it, perv. Condom tonight.”
“No, really, my hand moved by itself…”
“Shut up or no?”
Fuck.
They ended up heading to a motel anyway. Just ruined my mood. I wanna fuck too, shit!