"Status"
[STATUS WINDOW]
[Name:] Rowan
[Age:] 18
[Level:] 3
[Grade:] D
[Class:] Healer
[STATS]
[Strength:] 11 (+3 per level)
[Agility:] 13 (+3 per level)
[Endurance:] 15 (+4 per level)
[Mana:] 48 (+8 per level)
[Vitality:] 15 (+5 per level)
[Health:] 150 / 150
[Max HP increases by +10 per point of Vitality]
[SKILLS]
[Danger Sense] (E-Rank)
→ Instinctive warning of incoming threats.
[Mana Sense] (E-Rank)
→ Detect mana flow in surroundings.
[Basic Heal] (D-Rank)
→ Restore minor HP to the target. Cost: 15 MP
"This is so trash."
I stared at the translucent blue screen floating before me. The only thing even remotely impressive was the mana stat. Everything else hovered somewhere between mediocre and NPC material, so low it was hard to believe these belonged to a D-rank hunter.
To put it in perspective, the protagonist's starting stats were already around 100, and her highest mana even pushed past 120.
"It's probably a mix of being a support class and only level three."
Just then, the driver's voice came through the cabin. "We've reached the train station, kid."
I paid him 10 credits and stepped through the entrance. The station was nearly empty at this hour. A handful of late-night travelers dozed on benches, while a bored clerk sat behind the ticket counter, scrolling lazily through her phone.
I walked awkwardly toward her. I always got nervous around women; their reactions were never pleased to see me. In my past life, I'd mastered the art of being invisible to the opposite sex, a true stealth build, if you will. But this time, the female clerk glanced up from her phone and, to my surprise, offered a pleasant smile.
"Can I help you?" and asked in soft voice.
Oh my god! Is she the one I've been looking for my entire life? She smiled at me. She smiled at Uncle Muk.
What should I do? Should I ask for her number? No, that's too fast. What if she asks me to marry her? What would I name our kids?
"Sir?"
"Huh? Ahem… can I get a ticket to Virelia?"
Virelia was the nearest town to Mount Fushi with a train connection.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and began typing. Wow… she's totally my type. (Note: MC's type is literally requirement that she should be girl and kind)
"That'll be 50 credits," she said, glancing up from the screen. "Next train's in twenty minutes, Platform 3."
I tapped my phone against the scanner, the payment going through with a soft beep. She handed me the digital ticket, her fingers brushing mine for a microsecond.
That was definitely intentional. We're practically engaged now.
"Thanks," I mumbled, already planning our beach wedding in my head as I turned to leave.
"Wait—"
I froze*, She's calling me back. This is it.*
"Can I get your number?"
I'm going to cry. I'm actually going to cry right here in this train station.
A random train station clerk—no, an angel—just asked for my number. Me. Former Uncle Muk. The guy women used to cross the street to avoid.
"I—uh—yeah! Yes! Absolutely!" I spun around so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet, fumbling for my phone.
She smiled again, fingers already poised over her keyboard. "Perfect. Can you confirm your contact number? It's required for regional travel registration, new policy since last month."
My brain skidded to a halt.
Oh.
OH.
"Right. The... registration" I rattled off my details like a malfunctioning text-to-speech program, watching her type each digit into the system.
"All set," she said brightly, hitting enter. "You'll receive a confirmation message within the hour. Safe travels!"
"Thanks," I croaked, already turning toward Platform 3 before my face could burst into flames.
I reached the platform and collapsed onto a bench, staring at the ceiling.
"I need that artifact," I whispered. "Before I die of embarrassment instead of a dungeon boss."