Raymond Family Cabin
After the uncontrollable euphoria, my mind finally calmed down. And after the disaster I most likely caused for those damn programmers...
I couldn't help but smile at the mere thought of it: the collective paranoia among the dev team, the sheer panic of the coders, and the awkward silence of the upper execs...
Honestly, it was worth it.Still, here I was—now sitting on a rustic bed in a simple wooden cabin, bathed in the soft midday light seeping through the cracks. At peace.
— "W-well... I think I can finally relax a bit. I mean, with these stats... I'm literally invincible."
[NPC STATUS WINDOW]
Name: Sam RaymondRace: HumanAge: 12Title: Successor of the Supreme EntityLevel: 9thVitality: 1080 / 1080Mana: 2,002,100,000,000,000 / 2,002,100,000,000,000Unique Trait: Random NPC, Player's SoulJob: Slave (F)Class: None
Strength: 10,010Agility: 10,009Speed: 10,008Vision: 10,010Endurance: 10,009Intelligence: 10,011Wisdom: 10,010Adaptability: 10,008Luck: 10,010Charm: 10,009
Available Points: 00Skills: System Window (Ex)▼ View More
— "I have so much mana it's ridiculous. What even is this... 2 quadrillion? That's insane."
It was like having the energy of the freaking sun inside me... just in video game form.
And yet, here I was. Whole. Alive. Awake. Overpowered.
Although, to be honest...
— "This is a problem. A massive problem. With legs."
I've played everything in my past life as... oh right... my old life as Brian Dreifus, the legendary loser. RPGs, soulslikes, turn-based, even the ones people don't talk about out loud...
— "Otome and Eroge..."
And just as that thought crossed my mind, an intrusive voice echoed:
"Don't judge me! Who hasn't done it at least once?!"
Now, considering I don't even know the level cap here, there's one thing I do know for sure: if there's one thing I learned from games that include a Charm stat, it's that...
Charm < 10–40 = "You're hideous."
Charm > 100 = "Meh, average."
Charm > 200 = Pretty face.
Charm > 500 = "Irresistible."
Charm > 700 = Shirt unbuttoned, smoldering gaze, velvet voice.
Charm > 900 = "Take me off the screen or I'll fall in love."
Charm > 1000+ = Even gods might swoon.
Charm = 10,009 = 🚨 IMMINENT SOCIAL THREAT 🚨
— "And I'm in the body of a 12-year-old. Great. I'm gonna need therapy. Again."
The last thing I want is to be stalked by nobles, witches, village girls, queens, or any NPC with a built-in "romance arc."
Sure, my soul's pushing 30... but I'M IN A CHILD'S BODY.
So, for the sake of my sanity and my personal boundaries:
— "I need to regulate my stats. Now."
I remembered a novel I translated back in college—Sealed Infinite Power System.
The MC had a system that locked away his power until key moments when he could unlock it.
— "That's it. I need that."
But... I'm the analyst, the programmer, and the dev.
— "Shit…"
So, I played my trump card.
[Basic Skill: "Systematic Transcendental Omniscience" — Activated]
Thousands of lines of code floated in front of my eyes. And somehow... I understood everything.
— "Okay... let's build an AI. Modular. Sleek design. Adaptive. Smart… maybe give it a cool military-style acronym… Nah, better go with a name that screams 'elite corporate secretary.'"
[Interactive Assistant System: Quincy]
A soft pastel pink window popped up, the font elegantly curved, almost soothing in its silent presence.
— "Quincy, adjust all my stats to 1%."
[1% equals the stats of a level 100. Proceed? Yes / No]
— "Yes. (Wait—shouldn't you be more interactive?)"
[Adjusting…][Adjustment complete. All stats reduced to those of a Level 100 character.]
— …
I felt lighter. The problem was solved. I was still strong, but now I could breathe without breaking the environment. My body felt slightly off... but manageable.
— "Perfect. Now I can finally go unnoticed."
Still… something was bugging me:
— "I should probably create a mask for my Status Window. Something to hide my real info from other players if they ever show up in this world—or from any external entities that might access my data…"
But that could wait. For now—
— "Good job, Quincy."
Just then, I heard it. The unmistakable sound of a door opening.
My mother's voice:
— "Hello, kids, I'm home!"
I jumped off the bed quickly and headed to the entrance with my best innocent smile.
— "Ah, hello Mother. How have you been?"
But as soon as she saw me...
— "W-WHAT H-HAPPENED!? WHY AREN'T YOU IN BED!? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR BODY!? WHERE'S YOUR BROTHER!?"
Well... I expected this.
A few hours ago, I was literally waiting to die.Now, I looked more alive than ever. Taller. Leaner. My charm stat alone was in another league. But still my usual charismatic self.
No way I could explain all that... so I did what any good protagonist would do:
I lied. Sweetly.
— "Oh Mother… it was a miracle. I felt so alone... I started crying. And then... a beautiful goddess took pity on me. She healed me. She blessed me. And then... my body changed."
Mentally: Please believe me, please believe me, please believe me...
She looked at me, eyes brimming with tears.
— "Thank you, goddess… thank you… my son won't die now."
Mentally: ...SHE BOUGHT IT!?
She hugged me so hard my ribs cracked.
Then, as any overjoyed mother would, she said the words I feared most:
— "Everyone must know this wonderful news, my son!"
And all I could think was:
— "Damn it... so much for keeping a low profile."
Quincy... you've got your first official mission:☑ Hide me from the world.☑ And if possible… make me a digital coffee.