10. Observation
Observation
Not a great draw. I'm the only one with shit luck.
But hey, it might just look lame by name—could actually be useful. I decided to check it out.
Reveals information on objects or living beings.
Hmm, kinda vague. Better test it out.
I stared at some random crap in my room and activated Observation.
Dried-up Tissue - Tissue stained with semen. Seems old.
Computer - Bought for 2 million won. About 3 years old.
Feels pretty damn useful. Surprisingly detailed descriptions. And best of all, no SP cost. Everything else guzzles SP like crazy—what gives?
'Said it works on living beings too, right?'
I fired up Diorama again to test if it worked through that. If it did, I could scope out live targets too.
Trash Can - Scribbled with "Trash in trash cans, Koreans on the Korean Peninsula."
'Oh, it works.'
Observation functioned through Diorama. Who the fuck scribbled that racist shit on a trash can? Some idle bastard with nothing better to do.
Confirmed it worked in Diorama, so time to test on people. I eyed a passing woman and triggered it.
Kim Chi-yeon - 24 years old. Non-virgin.
That's it? Fucking short.
When observing a target, info the caster desires is prioritized.
Aha. Got it. I was only curious about her age and virginity, so that's all it showed.
I hit her with Observation again.
Kim Chi-yeon - 24 years old. Myeongcheon University Creative Writing major. Experience count: 5. Pussy color: Brown. Nipple color: Brown. Non-virgin.
"Heh heh."
Way better than I thought. Ignoring the rest, being able to check women's virginity? Perfect. That's like 90% of this skill's value—totally busted!
I messed around Observation-scanning women on the street. Nighttime walkers were mostly non-virgins. The occasional virgin popped up, but none were hot. All the fuckable ones had been plowed already. What a shitty world.
'Should check Eun-byeol too?'
Might as well. I trusted she was a virgin, but with that face? Doubtful. I swung Diorama to the convenience store and hit her with Observation, heart pounding.
'Please be a virgin!'
So Eun-byeol - 23 years old. Virgin. Relationships: 0.
"She's a virgin!"
I whooped in joy. If I'd sponsored her as an apostle only to find out she was used goods? I'd have offed myself. Zero relationships too—no boyfriends ever. Pure body and soul.
'Heh heh heh.'
Confirming Eun-byeol's virginity put me in a great mood. Time for a midnight feast.
Chicken two hours ago? Whatever. In my room, I could devour 100 chickens a day if I wanted.
Ordered a pizza. Special occasion—crack open a beer too. Rifled the fridge: no beer. Too lazy to go out, so I Diorama-snagged a couple cans.
While waiting, more Observation fun. It pulled every detail: age, family, virginity, relationships—whatever I wanted.
'Wonder if it shows phone numbers?'
Easy test. Scanned a random chick.
Park A-jeong - 22 years old. Non-virgin. Phone: 010-6974-7469
Oh, hot damn? Had to verify. Calling from my phone felt off, so...
"Hey lardass, lemme borrow your phone?"
Perfect timing—Pig and Eun-byeol switching shifts. I Diorama-slipped my hand into Pig's pocket as he prepped, snagged his phone. Password? I'd peeped it before.
Dialed the number. Watched Park A-jeong in Diorama.
"What the—"
"Got it."
Phone buzzed; she fished it out, scowled at the unknown number. Hesitated, then answered.
I used Absolute Power to mimic Pig's voice, then growled at her.
"Hello?"
"SexPussyDick."
"What the fuck?"
"Get ready to get raped tonight, you filthy cumrag. You're at the Seven-Eleven, right? Wait there. Gonna feast on that pussy today."
"Wh-what? Hey, fuck, who is this?"
"Don't need to know. Wash that cunt and wait. Smells bad, and I'll rip your clothes off, let Seoul Station bums gangbang you."
"What? Hey, fuck..."
Click. Click. Click.
"Kekekeke."
I unloaded the filth and hung up. Watched her reaction in Diorama. She whipped her head around in panic. She was at Seven-Eleven—hard to dismiss as a prank. Freaked, she pulled out her phone and dialed 112.
'Whoops.'
Time to ditch the bomb. Slipped the phone back into Pig's clothes. None of my business now.
'Grab Eun-byeol's number too?'
I'd never saved it. Scanned her changing out of uniform.
'Huh? Hold up.'
Saving the number, a genius idea hit me. Why use Message when I could KakaoTalk her?
'Am I a genius?'
Shuddered at my own brilliance. Society buried my talent at this shit college, but yeah—genius confirmed.
Quickly added her to KakaoTalk, then paused before sending.
'My number might blow the mystique.'
My profile had personal deets. She saw me as a transcendent god—better keep the enigmatic constellation vibe. Pic of some random dude posing? Lame.
'Need a burner number.'
Paused messaging; searched "how to use two phone numbers." Methods galore, but too lazy—later.
Meanwhile, pizza arrived. Chowed down happily. Checked Upbit on my phone.
Shouldn't have looked. Mood killed. Deleted Upbit.
Devoured the pizza in a funk. Burned the trash with fire—another awakening perk: no trips to the bin.
'Come to think of it, awakening didn't change much.'
Fired up the PC, pondering. Thought I'd be a hunter or hero raking cash, banging chicks, living large. But nah—life same as ever. Just more fapping, gaming, sleeping in class, PC bangs, grinding Embi cycles.
Sure, small thrills piled up: peeping nudes/panties via Diorama, listening to Eun-byeol yap, all-night gaming marathons. Tormenting Pig or slutty high schoolers too.
But just petty fun—life unchanged at core.
'Least I wanna fuck.'
Sex? Yeah, but leaving the room? Effort. Thought a bit, then launched game. Thinking's a drag. It'll change eventually. Didn't plan to rot forever. Believed it.
Shoved worries aside, queued up. Time to hit Diamond 2.
Gaming melted bullshit thoughts away. LoL unbeatable.