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."
"Uh? UH? Bitch, are you serious? Are you telling me you've just been walking around with one of the most broken, overpowered abilities in existence and haven't even tried to figure it out?"
I winced. "Hey, I was kinda busy not dying, Damien—"
