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Quest: Defeat members of Sona Sitri's peerage in combat (0/4)
Reward: 1 Character Card
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*This better be worth the effort* I thought, feeling that familiar itch in the back of my mind. Could be anything from a joke character to someone who could actually tip the scales in my favor.
The rational part that had kept me alive this long whispered that I was playing with fire.
But hell, when wasn't I?
And today, was one of those many days.
The screen blinked out as I walked through the corridor to the Occult Club room, my footsteps echoing against polished floors. Students had mostly cleared out, leaving the building in that weird liminal space of after-school emptiness.
*The attack on Sona's pride made everything go as smoothly as I'd predicted*
Pride was currency in this world. I'd just purchased a demonstration with it, and now I had to make sure the price was worth paying.
*Time to arrange the rest of the pieces.*
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The Occult Research Club room hit me with its usual mixture of black tea and old books—the kind of smell that screamed "mysterious" but was probably just mildew and expensive imported leaves. Rias sat at her desk, paperwork spread before her in what I'm sure she thought was organized chaos but really just looked like chaos.
She looked up as I closed the door.
Something in her expression made my internal alarms start ringing.
"Yuuto," she said, and there was an edge in her voice I rarely heard—the one that meant she was about to ask questions I didn't want to answer. "Sit down. We need to talk."
*Ah, shit.*
I settled into the chair across from her, adopting my usual relaxed-but-attentive posture.
"About contracts?" I asked, keeping my tone light as morning mist.
"About why you challenged an entire peerage" Rias set down her pen with the kind of deliberate care.
Her blue-green eyes fixed on me with uncomfortable intensity—the kind that probably worked great for intimidating lesser devils "Yuuto, You've never shown interest in proving yourself before. You avoid unnecessary conflict, prefer quiet training over flashy demonstrations. And yesterday, you essentially insulted Sona's entire group to their faces."
She leaned forward, crimson hair catching the light streaming through the windows like she was posing for a shampoo commercial.
"You've also been training consistently. More than usual. The past few weeks, I've noticed you're always tired in the mornings, like you haven't been sleeping properly." Her voice softened slightly. "Is something troubling you, Yuuto?"
This was the Rias that her peerage actually loved—not the spoiled heiress playing at rebellion that some people saw, but the one who genuinely gave a damn about her servants beyond their utility in Rating Games. The one who'd taken in Asia without hesitation, who treated Koneko's trauma with patience, who valued Akeno despite her... interesting tendencies.
"I'm fine, Buchou," I said, and the lie came out smooth as silk "I just want to test myself properly. Show you that I can handle threats like the Fallen Angels. Demonstrate proper control over my breathing technique."
"That still doesn't explain your challenge," Rias countered, her fingers drumming against the desk—*tap tap tap*—a nervous tell she didn't know she had. "You could have asked for a sparring match with Sona's knight or maybe her queen. That would have been reasonable, expected even. But all four of them at once?" She shook her head, hair swaying like she was in a goddamn anime. Oh wait. "That's not testing yourself. That's more like you want to make a point."
*Sharp as always*, I thought. *Fanfiction really undersells her intelligence.*
"It's true, Buchou" I admitted "The Fallen Angels caught me off guard, Buchou. If I'd been better prepared, stronger, faster—Asia wouldn't have been in danger at all. I need to push myself harder, and that means facing challenges that actually challenge me."
Not wrong. Also not the whole truth, but she didn't need the whole truth.
Rias studied me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she sighed, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.
"I understand. You want to improve. But Yuuto, you're already incredibly strong for a mid-class devil. You killed three Fallen Angels by yourself—do you know how rare that is?" She gestured at the papers on her desk like they contained the secrets of the universe instead of probably just contract quotas. "I've been reading reports on similar incidents. Most mid-class devils struggle against a single two-winged Fallen Angel. You took down three. Your strength speaks for itself."
"Which is exactly why I need to keep pushing," I said. "Because what happens when I face something stronger than three Fallen Angels? What happens when the enemy comes actually prepared instead of underestimating a 'mere devil'?"
I wasn't just talking about the sparring match anymore, and we both knew it.
Rias's expression shifted, concern bleeding into something more calculating. "Are you expecting something to happen?"
"Not specifically," I said carefully, threading the needle between truth and lies. "But this is your territory, Buchou. Someone tested your defenses and got their answers. Whether it's more Fallen Angels, another devil stray, or something else entirely—we need to be ready."
Not wrong. Kokabiel was probably already planning his dramatic entrance complete with light spears and monologuing. But vague enough that I could claim reasonable paranoia rather than actual foreknowledge.
"You're not wrong," Rias admitted. She stood, walking around the desk to lean against it, closer to me now. Close enough that I could smell her perfume—something floral and expensive. "Which brings me to my next point. Are you aware of the strengths of the opponents you'll be facing?"
"Some," I said. "I know Tsubaki-san is Sona's Queen and supposedly quite powerful. The others I'm less familiar with."
"Tsubaki Shinra," Rias began, slipping into lecture mode like a hot teacher in an anime—*stop that brain*—"She's a skilled magic user with excellent control over demonic power. Her Sacred Gear, Mirror Alice, is particularly dangerous—it creates a mirror that reflects damage back at the attacker if they destroy it. She can't use it consecutively without a cooldown, but if you're not careful, you could end up hurting yourself more than her."
*Mental note: don't attack the mirror head on like an idiot.*
"The red haired one, is Sona's Knight," Rias continued. "Fast, probably comparable to you in terms of speed of Knight. Good swordsmanship, relies heavily on demonic power enhancement for her physical abilities. Straightforward fighter, but don't underestimate her—she's got good combat instincts."
"The next one is Bishop?" I prompted.
"Momo Hanakai. Specializes in ice-based magical attacks. She's scholarly, analytical—she'll be trying to figure out your patterns and exploit weaknesses. Her raw power isn't as high as Akeno's, but she's efficient with what she has." Rias paused. "Think of her as the tactical brain during combat."
"And the blonde guy?"
Rias's expression soured slightly. "Genshirou Saji. He is new addition to Sona's peerage, reincarnated fairly recently. I don't know much about his abilities, but he likely has a Sacred Gear. He's enthusiastic, aggressive, and probably the least experienced compared to the others."
She paused, then added with emphasis, "That's four opponents, Yuuto. Four devils who work together regularly, who know each other's fighting styles and can coordinate. And you're planning to take them all on simultaneously."
"That's the idea, Buchou" I confirmed.
"This isn't arrogance, is it?" Rias asked quietly, something vulnerable flickering in her eyes.
"I have confidence in my abilities, Buchou," I said, which was true enough. "And I think this is exactly the kind of challenge I need to grow stronger."
Also true. The quest reward was just a bonus.
Rias looked at me for a long moment, those eyes searching for something I couldn't quite identify. Then, to my complete surprise, she moved forward and—
*Oh.*
*Oh damn.*
The embrace was sudden, warm, and entirely too pleasant for my mental coherence. Rias's body pressed against mine, soft in all the right places, her crimson hair tickling my cheek and carrying that floral scent directly into my brain. I became acutely aware that she smelled like jasmine and something uniquely *her*. The soft pressure of her chest against mine made several thoughts evacuate my brain at high speed.
*This is Heaven*, I thought, closing my eyes and trying to memorize every detail of this moment. *Forget the actual Heaven with its stuck-up angels. This right here. This is it.*
"You don't have to carry everything alone, Yuuto," Rias murmured against my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck. "I'm your King. Your burdens are mine to share. Whatever you're dealing with, whatever is making you push yourself this hard—you can tell me."
The genuine care in her voice hit harder than any Fallen Angel's light spear.
"I know, Buchou," I said softly, my voice firm than intended. "Thank you."
The hug lasted another moment—too short and too long at the same time—before Rias pulled back. Her hands rested on my shoulders, warm and solid. She smiled, and it was the warm expression she reserved for her peerage when she was genuinely pleased with them.
Not the political smile. Not the seductive smile. The real one.
"Win tomorrow," she said. "Show Sona that my Knight isn't all talk. Show her what you're really capable of."
"I'll do my best," I promised.
*And you'll trust me enough afterward to let me train without restrictions.*
That was the real goal here. Demonstrate enough strength that Rias would ease off, stop treating me like I might break if I pushed too hard. The quest reward was secondary to the freedom I'd gain.
We spent the next hour going over paperwork and upcoming contracts. Normal peerage business, comfortable and familiar. But I could feel her eyes on me occasionally, assessing, wondering.
I left the clubroom as evening settled over Kuoh, the quest notification still lurking at the edge of my vision like a promise and a threat combined.
Only few hours until the sparring match.
Time to see if my confidence was justified or if I'd just committed to getting my ass handed to me by four devils at once, which was too much of an exaggeration.
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The clearing behind Kuoh Academy had probably been designed for outdoor club activities back when the school was first built. Instead, it had become the unofficial arena for devils who needed to beat the crap out of each other under the thin veneer of "friendly sparring."
Evening light filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across grass that had probably seen more combat than the average dojo. The space was large enough for proper combat, isolated enough that no humans would stumble across us, and had apparently been used for this exact purpose before—judging by the scorch marks I spotted on some of the surrounding trees and the distinct lack of plant life in certain circular patches.
Sona stood at one edge of the clearing, her peerage arrayed behind her like chess pieces on a board. Rias mirrored her position on the opposite side, though I stood apart from her group, already moving toward the center of the impromptu arena.
*No backing out now*, I thought. *Not that I want to.*
"The rules are simple," Sona announced, her voice carrying the authority of someone who'd probably organized a dozen of these matches and had contingency plans for seventeen different scenarios "No lethal force, fight ends when all members of one side are unable to continue or yield. Tsubaki will signal the start."
I stretched, rolling my shoulders and feeling the comfortable weight of my Sacred Gear humming beneath my skin like a second heartbeat. Sword Birth responded to my intent, ready to manifest blades on command. The power felt eager, almost hungry.
*Easy there*, I thought at it. *Save it for the actual fight.*
Tsubaki Shinra took point, her long black hair tied back for combat in a high ponytail that swayed with her movements. She moved with the fluid confidence of someone who'd been fighting longer than I'd been alive in this world, each step precise and measured. Next to her, Tomoe Meguri settled into a ready stance, her athletic build coiled with potential energy like a spring wound too tight.
Momo Hanakai hung back slightly, already beginning to gather demonic power around her hands in preparation for spell work. I could see the faint shimmer of frost forming in the air around her fingers. And Genshirou Saji bounced on his feet like a boxer before a match, grinning with aggressive enthusiasm that screamed 'inexperienced but determined.'
*They're already making their first mistake*, I noted. *Standard formation. Frontline, support, and wild card. Too Predictable.*
"Last chance to back out," Saji called out, his voice carrying across the clearing with more confidence than skill. "We'll go easy on you if you admit you were just talking big!"
*Boy got the spirit*, I thought. *Shame about the brain though.*
"Where's the fun in that?" I replied, summoning a single sword into my right hand with a thought.
The blade manifested with a whisper of displaced air, standard demonic construction, nothing fancy. Yet. The edge caught the dying light, and I settled into the first stance of Mist Breathing—feet shoulder-width apart, weight distributed evenly, sword held low and loose.
Ready to disappear.
"BEGIN!" Tsubaki's voice cut through the clearing like a blade.
**WHOOSH—**
*First priority: eliminate tactical command.*
I moved.
Not toward the frontliners. Not toward the obvious threats. I angled left, putting Tomoe between Tsubaki and me for exactly two seconds while I closed distance on Momo.
*Seventh Form: Obscuring Clouds.*
My tempo changed drastically, movements becoming deliberately slow, then **impossibly** fast as the mist breathing technique kicked in. To an observer, I probably looked like I was moving through mist one moment, then vanishing the next.
Tomoe tried to intercept—**SHING**—her blade cutting through the space where I'd just been. But I'd already shifted my position again, now five feet to her left and still accelerating.
"He's going for Momo!" Tsubaki's voice, sharp with realization.
Too late.
Momo's eyes widened as I closed the remaining distance in less than a heartbeat. She threw up a hasty ice barrier, crystalline walls erupting from the ground between us with a sharp **CRACK** of freezing air.
*Second Form: Eight-Layered Mist.*
Eight slashes in rapid succession—**SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH-SLASH**—each from a different angle, each targeting a different stress point in the crystalline structure. The ice barrier spider-webbed with cracks, then *shattered* with a sound like breaking glass.
I was through before the fragments hit the ground, my blade—turned flat for safety—catching Momo across the shoulder with a solid **THWACK**.
She stumbled back, demonic power flickering as the impact disrupted her concentration. "I yield," she said, nodding acceptance.
Total elapsed time: four seconds.
*One down*, I thought. *Three to go.*
"Damn it! Absorption Line!"
**WHOOOOSH—**
Saji's Sacred Gear activated, a black chain shooting toward me like a striking snake. The thing moved fast—faster than I'd expected from a newbie—wrapped in dark energy that screamed 'trap.'
*Can't let that make contact.*
I manifested three swords from the ground directly in the chain's path with a thought—**SHINK-SHINK-SHINK**—metal erupting from earth. The chain wrapped around them instead of me with a rattling **CLANK**, and I was already moving before Saji could retract it.
"Absorption Line!" He tried again, this time aiming to cut off my escape route, the chain whipping through the air with a sharp **CRACK**.
*First Form: Low Clouds, Distant Haze.*
I blurred into motion, movements becoming as fluid and unpredictable as drifting mist. The chain passed through where I'd been standing, finding only empty air.
I used one of my planted swords as a springboard—**TANG**—leaping straight up easily fifteen feet. Saji looked up, realizing his mistake too late as gravity became his enemy.
I came down with both feet first, catching him square in the chest with a **WHAM** that drove all the air from his lungs. The impact sent him crashing into the ground hard enough to leave an indent, his Sacred Gear flickering and vanishing as he lost concentration.
"*Guh—*yield—" he wheezed, too winded to continue.
Two down. Twelve seconds elapsed.
**ZING—**
Steel on air, incoming from my right. I twisted, bringing my blade up just in time to catch Tomoe's strike with a ringing **CLANG** that sent vibrations up my arm.
*Fast*, I noted appreciatively. She'd charged from my right with Knight-class speed—genuinely impressive speed—and her timing was perfect for a counterattack while I was supposedly vulnerable after taking down Saji.
She pressed the attack, blade work sharp and aggressive. **CLANG-CLANG-CLANG**—three rapid strikes that I parried with minimal movement, testing her rhythm and patterns.
"You're better than I thought," Tomoe said between strikes, her breathing controlled despite the exertion.
"Likewise," I replied honestly.
She was good. Really good. Her footwork was near perfect, her strikes were heavy and precise. In a straight sword fight, she'd probably give most mid-class devils a run for their money.
Unfortunately for her, I wasn't fighting straight.
*Fifth Form: Sea of Clouds and Haze.*
My form blurred, becoming indistinct as I generated multiple after-images through rapid movement and mist manipulation. Tomoe's next strike cut through empty air—**WHOOSH**—as I was suddenly behind her, an ice sword manifesting in my left hand with a whisper of cold.
She spun on instinct, combat senses screaming, bringing her blade around in a defensive arc—**SHING**—fast enough that most opponents would have been caught off guard.
I caught her sword with mine, the impact ringing out with a sharp **CLANG**. Then I twisted, using her own momentum against her, redirecting her force while my foot hooked behind her ankle in a classic trip.
She went down with a **THUMP**, controlled but definitely down.
My blade touched her throat before she could recover—gentle, controlled, but the message was crystal clear.
"Yield," I said quietly.
Tomoe looked up at me, frustration and respect warring in her expression. She could probably keep fighting, but we both knew how it would end. "I yield," she said finally.
Three down. Eighteen seconds total.
**SHHHHHING—**
I rolled sideways on pure instinct, a spear of demonic energy scoring the ground where I'd just been standing. The grass **sizzled** and blackened from the heat.
Tsubaki stood twenty feet away, and now her Sacred Gear was fully manifested. Mirror Alice hung in the air before her, its surface rippling with power, perfectly reflective. Her hands were already moving through spell patterns, and I could see the tactical calculation in her eyes.
*The smart one*, I thought. *She held back, observed my techniques, waited for her moment.*
"You're fast," Tsubaki acknowledged, her voice calm despite the situation. "Faster than the reports suggested. And that breathing technique—it's more than just enhanced physical abilities, isn't it? You're manipulating perception itself."
"Something like that," I admitted, circling slowly. The mirror tracked my movement, repositioning itself to stay between us.
"Mirror Alice," she said, more for her own focus than mine.
The mirror pulsed with power, and I understood the tactical situation immediately. Whatever I did to attack would be reflected back at me, doubled. Direct assault was like a striking hammer at your own feet.
She'd positioned herself perfectly—enough distance to react to any approach, the mirror as a perfect defensive tool, and she still had enough demonic power left for offensive spells.
*Checkmate position*, I acknowledged internally *Against most opponents.*
"You're planning to circle around it," Tsubaki said calmly, reading my body language with practiced ease. "But I can reposition the mirror faster than you can flank. And if you try to go through it, the damage will incapacitate you. This is checkmate, Yuuto-san."
I could see Rias and Sona watching intently from the sidelines. This was the moment that mattered—how would I handle an opponent who'd successfully countered my advantages?
"Is it?" I asked, a small smile tugging at my lips.
*Third Form: Scattering Mist Splash.*
I didn't move toward her. I didn't move toward the mirror.
I moved *up*.
Using a sword I manifested in the ground as a springboard—**TANG**—I vaulted high, easily twenty feet into the air. Tsubaki's reflected spell tracked me, but I was already twisting mid-air, using my devil wings to change my trajectory in a way that shouldn't have been physically possible.
"Impressive," Tsubaki murmured, already repositioning.
But I wasn't coming down where she expected.
I manifested multiple swords around her position while still airborne, not attacking but creating geometric constraints. Each blade hummed with potential energy, positioned precisely to limit her movement options. The mirror could only defend one direction at a time, and I'd just created six potential attack vectors simultaneously.
Tsubaki's eyes widened as she realized the tactical trap. She could block one, maybe two, but not all six if I attacked from multiple angles at once. She had no choice, but to use, defensive spells to deal with each and every attack, since mirror alice, only deflected frontal attacks.
But to her surprise, I didn't attack from multiple angles.
**WHOOOOSH—**
I came down directly from above. My blade descended like falling mist, too dispersed to be effectively reflected or to be blocked.
She tried to reposition the mirror overhead, tried to cast a defensive barrier, but—
*First Form: Low Clouds, Distant Haze.*
My final approach became completely fluid, launching before her desperate defense like a drop against a wave. My blade touched her back, right between the shoulder blades, with the gentlest pressure.
"I win"
The clearing fell completely silent except for the sound of heavy breathing—from them, not me. I'd barely exerted myself, my breathing still controlled and steady.
**THUD—**
Tsubaki dropped on her knees and she slowly dismissed her Sacred Gear, the mirror dissolving into sparkles. She turned to face me, and despite her loss, she was smiling slightly.
"Twenty-three seconds," she said with a forced smile "You defeated all four of us in twenty-three seconds. You not only dismantled our formation, eliminated our tactical advantages, and countered our coordination before we could effectively deploy it."
"I think it's....Twenty-five?" I corrected. "You lasted two more seconds than the others. That defensive position was genuinely difficult to crack."
"How generous," Tsubaki replied dryly. But there was respect in her voice, in her posture.
Saji sat up from where he'd been winded, still rubbing his chest "What the hell was that? We didn't even—we couldn't—I didn't even see half of what you did!"
"You fought well," I said "Your coordination was solid, even if you lasted a second. Tsubaki's tactical positioning was near perfect. But, not enough for someone like me"
Tsubaki observed, her analytical mind working even in defeat. "You eliminated our ranged support first—Momo, who needed setup time for effective spell work. Then you targeted Saji, the most unpredictable element who could disrupt your rhythm with his Sacred Gear. Then our speed fighter when she tried to capitalize on your apparent vulnerability. And finally me when I was isolated from support."
"Did I do that?" I asked
"Don't tell me it was just on a whim" Tomoe said, accepting my offered hand up with a grimace "You shouldn't play dumb, it's clear from your strategy that you were well aware about Tsubaki san's sacred gear"
"But that doesn't change the fact that I won?" And with that, I won the battle of verbal exchange as well.
I glanced toward where Rias and Sona stood watching. Sona's expression was unreadable behind her glasses, but her posture was stiff, shoulders tight with tension. Rias looked satisfied but also concerned, like she'd gotten confirmation of something she'd suspected but wasn't entirely happy about.
Tsubaki announced, bowing politely to both Rias and me. "Thank you for this match, Yuuto-san. I learned a big flaw about my sacred gear."
"Thank you for the practice," I replied, returning the bow. "You all pushed me appropriately."
*Around 5 percent?*
Sona's peerage began gathering themselves to her. Saji shot me one last look—less competitive now, more respectful and slightly awed. Tomoe nodded acknowledgment of a fellow Knight who'd thoroughly outclassed her. Momo simply looked thoughtful, probably already analyzing everything that had happened frame by frame.
"All of you, head back to the student council room" Sona said, to her peerage "I'll join you shortly."
They exchanged glances but complied, disappearing into the growing darkness between the trees.
That left three of us in the clearing—me, Rias, and Sona.
Sona approached, each step measured and deliberate, until she stopped a few feet away. She studied me with uncomfortable intensity, those purple eyes behind her glasses analyzing every detail like I was a particularly complex chess problem.
"You must be thinking my peerage is too weak, aren't you?" she asked, as she pushed her glasses up.
"They're skilled, Kaichou" I said honestly. "Thanks to The Fallen Angels, they taught me not to give opponents time to coordinate their attacks. It was luck, I guess?"
"Twenty-five seconds," Sona repeated "My entire peerage—four skilled devils who train together regularly, were neutralized in twenty-five seconds." She adjusted her glasses with one finger, pushing them up her nose—a tell that she was both impressed and deeply annoyed. "I underestimated you. Badly."
"Thanks?" I said, not really sure how to respond to something like that.
Sona sighed "I should have recognized that anyone who could kill three Fallen Angels alone—not just survive, but kill—would be capable of handling my peerage in a sparring match"
She then looked at Rias, as she fixed her glasses.
"This time, it's Your win, Rias," Sona said quietly. "Next time, my knight will defeat your knight in one on one match. So be prepared for it"
"Always," Rias replied with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Sona turned to leave, then paused. "One more thing, Yuuto-san. That breathing technique, the after-images, the way you manipulated perception itself—it's not just demonic power enhancement, is it? That's something else entirely."
I said nothing, just met her gaze evenly, not giving her any clue about it, for our future rematch.
She departed without further comment, leaving Rias and me alone in the darkening clearing. The shadows had grown longer, deeper, and the temperature had dropped several degrees.
"You didn't hold back much, did you?" Rias asked, moving closer until she stood directly in front of me.
"Why would I? When my opponents haven't" I replied honestly. "They never saw me fight seriously, and the fact I challenged them all at once, made them underestimate me even more. But it still doesn't change the fact, they are strong"
"And yet you defeated them in under half a minute."
"Yes."
Rias moved even closer, near enough that I could feel her body heat, smell her perfume. Her expression shifted from satisfaction to something more serious, more searching.
"You manipulated this entire situation," she said quietly. "You knew exactly how it would play out, down to the specific order you'd eliminate them in. Didn't you, Yuuto?"
*It wasn't hard to deduce that I did plan, all this*
I nodded and replied carefully "And it's all thanks to you, If it wasn't for your information about them, I would have been the one, to lose in this sparring match" as I continued "Now, Buchou can I train by myself anywhere in this town, like I used to? I've proved myself"
Rias studied me for a moment and then finally sighed.
"Alright, Yuuto. You have permission to train by yourself" she decided finally. "No more restrictions on when or how you train. Just..." she paused, a slight smile tugging at her lips, "try not to push yourself too much. I can't see my precious knight get into unnecessary trouble"
She turned to leave, crimson hair swaying with the movement, then paused.
"And Yuuto? When you're ready to tell me what you're really preparing for, I'll be listening. I'll always be there for you"
With that, she disappeared into the night, leaving me alone in the clearing with only the stars overhead and a quest completion notification blinking at the edge of my vision like a slot machine announcing a jackpot.
**[QUEST COMPLETED]**
*Reward: 1 Character Card*
I pulled up the system interface with a thought, the blue screen materializing in my vision. Time to see what the cosmic dice had rolled for me this time. Time to see if the gambling gods loved me or hated me.
*Please be good*, I thought. *Please don't be a joke character. Please don't be—*
The character card materialized on the screen, glowing with soft light that pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat. It flipped over, and—
Well.
That was... unexpected.
Very unexpected.
I stared at the card, reading the name three times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.
The system, it seemed, had a sense of humor.
And I had no idea if I should be excited or terrified.
Probably both.
Definitely both.
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