Taming the Master (1)
Players place the utmost importance on Traits.
Pick the wrong one, and your life is literally ruined—cases like that are a dime a dozen.
Plus, Traits vary based on each person's specialties and personality, so finding one that suits you is basically luck.
"Why can a Swordsman summon familiars? It's my Trait, but I just don't get it."
And there's one more element players don't know about.
Traits can be bestowed at the whims of the gods.
Of course, handing out overpowered Traits just because you like someone is frowned upon even among the gods.
It's the so-called "no munchkin" rule.
The gods tailor their concepts to their own mythologies.
For instance, the One-Eyed Sorcerer grants powerful magic and war-god authority.
The One-Eyed Sorcerer didn't like the ribbing from his closest ally one bit.
Finally got a champ who might see the ending, and this fucker's bitching again?
Not every Babel god enjoys the game.
The god of war, poetry, and madness wants it to end.
Sure, he enjoys Babel itself, but everything needs an end for a new beginning.
Ragnarok was the best. We wiped out all the stagnation back then.
Having endured one apocalypse already, he knew how great a fresh start could be—unlike the thunder god SupremeSexKing, who only saw it as a bad thing.
He wanted to do exactly that. This guy...
The war god thought: Please, champ, end this endless game. So we can start a new one.
Dating rumors? What a joke...
Did Ra Chae-young put this out? I messaged her in my snappiest tone.
They really know how to piss people off. I let out a deep sigh. For real...
"Why the pissed-off face? Hate it that much?"
"N-no, not pissed... Just, y'know, rumors like this are a pain to clean up."
Master either didn't get it or just grinned like an idiot.
"Captured some comments. Wanna see?"
"Why make me do hate-reading content? Master, your empathy's kinda lacking."
"No hate comments, obviously! My lawyer wiped 'em all."
Good if true, but still didn't wanna see.
"Why screenshot that crap anyway?"
"Hyunwoo... Thought it'd be hard for you to get, but you don't even know why? Guess your master has to explain from square one."
That damn psychological superiority complex?
"Bingo."
I hadn't even said it... Does she read minds or something?
"Humans feel relief seeing someone worse off. Plus a psychological edge."
"Never felt that. You're nuts, Master."
"What the hell, punk?! What's with that mouth lately toward your sky-high master?"
I barely held back a sigh, then stared her down straight.
"Fine... Let's learn about that superiority crap. What comments'd you grab?"
Arguing with Master always ends with me losing. Better play along to save time.
Looking at her screenshots...
"Sigh."
The sigh burst out anyway. Hopeless.
Comments that drain your sanity just reading 'em? And she screenshotted this? Impressive.
"So many total losers, right? Look, they're all raging from inferiority. Feels fucking great."
"Sigh... I tried holding it in. Master, you know how pathetic that is?"
Her face twisted more. Some self-awareness, at least. Small mercy.
"What'd I even do?"
Nope. Just mad I called her out strong.
What childish bullshit.
"Master, like I said before, fix that tantrum habit when you hear stuff you don't like."
"To your sky-high master...?"
"Master? Keep that up, and I've got thoughts too."
I'd avoided this 'cause it'd backfire. But no choice. Gotta fix her selfish ass now or it'll drag on.
"You got no dick."
"What?"
"Heard me right. Act up again, and no dick."
How's she react? Cocky brat, gonna fuck you raw! Something like that?
"You dare... try controlling me?"
"Yep, controlling you. But won't weaponize it."
As expected, she growled like a beast, glaring betrayal-style.
...One skipped fuck and that look? God, hate it.
"Reach out now, and I'll just grab it and moan like a bitch? Like a hen telling the farmer no more eggs?"
"Force me down, won't get the reaction you want. I'll hold moans, close eyes, lie still. Like fucking a rock."
"Eeeeek...!"
Of course, if she wanted, she'd fuck me easy.
So no reactions. Ever!
"Master, what's the plan? Listen a bit for ongoing fun sex? Or ignore and keep boring sex life?"
"Hmph."
"Haha, face stiffening."
I circled behind, patted her rigid shoulders. Sword Saint grabbed my hand, yanked to her chest.
"What do I gotta do?"
"Quit the loser shit you showed earlier."
"Eeeeek...!"
"Be real—can't stand calling you a loser then. I'm no extrovert, but not like you?"
From what I knew, no friends in school. Kinda gets why. Treat nice, she'll crawl up slow.
Looks total thug, but... deeper than that.
"And quit booze! How many beers a day?"
"...Only 6?"
"Not alcoholic level? Free health insurance or what? Making you chug like this? Snap out of it!"
Whatever else, gotta cut booze and smokes cold. Top life-ruiner, even healthy bod.
"Booze banned from now."
"...Fine."
"Smokes, max one pack a day. Saw you blaze two-three last time."
"Guh, guh...!"
Trim one by one, fix her health.
"No delivery food. I'll cook, eat that. Got it?"
"Fine, whatever! Your way."
"Run the vacuum sometimes..."
Dishes, cleaning? Nah. Real issue.
Problem child. Living together soon, this unhygienic?