The System In My Head
Fiction is more true than weird
With a groan, Ben got up from his bed. The experience of drinking a second potion for the same attribute was as terrifying as the last time. However, regardless of how terrifying it was, he immediately brushed it aside ...
Exhaling, he reminded himself of the stakes. "No pain, no hoe killed ..."
Now, Ben recognizes this truth; too few are born special enough that they need not struggle to get ahead. He's not special either. So he had to eat some discomfort if he wanted to make progress. At least for him, the effort showed a benefit he could measure. 'Let's check the potion effect.'
He changed into running clothes and left his dorm room...
A few moments later...
Returning to his room, Ben was wiping his face with a towel after returning from jogging. "Another 20% increase in stamina." The push was consistent with his expectations, which was one point that the system proved reliable. If he had to give one characteristic to describe the system, it would be b*tch.
...
If he has to give the second one, it's because he's consistent ...
"Okay, what's next?" With the booty chest exhausted, it only leaves Ben with a few points and a live flag. After some thought, he decided to use his points first to lure out useful items, as he did not need to save much for the stat growth multiplier. There were still a few days left in his social status multiplier, and he already knew which multiplier he wanted to activate next.
[Medium Level Growth Multiplier (Consumption, Rare, Masculinity) x1]
He accepted this after completing the plunder thief challenge for Penelope and kept it until now. If no new problems arise, with the university and its financial problems resolved, Ben can focus on the next manhood. He had already thought of a plan to develop it, but he would study it further next week.
For now, since he had no other important uses for them, he prepared to spend 5000 of his 9300 points on the mystery box and save the rest. It will serve as a buffer if something urgent comes up. So with that in mind, Ben opened his shop screen, and bought a high-level mystery box.
Immediately, he held the shiny silver box, and opened it without delay.
The moment the light appeared and the thing appeared in his hand, the first feeling Ben received, was heavy...
His arm sank.as a non-trivial burden fell into it.
Sensing the cold metal in both of his hands, he opened his eyes once the light dimmed, and found he was holding something he had never touched the typewriter—...
Sitting still for a while, Ben experienced something unexpected - awe...
He had never seen a device with such a pure and beautiful appearance ...
It has a pure white chrome exterior with pearl locks, is smooth to the touch, and weighs about 40 lbs. Although it wasn't too heavy, she couldn't lift it, holding it was uncomfortable, so Ben placed it on a table next to his monitor and laptop.
Sitting next to a modern machine, the ancient nature of this typewriter is very clear, but it still has a strange magnet, pulling its eyes, as if just by looking at it brings a refining effect.
There is no brand. In fact, he could not find any writing on the typewriter, until he read a small black print on a piece of paper inserted at the top. It was just a few letters, like someone wanted to start Ben's first job well. It reads, "Suicide Note."
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"CK!"
Ben hopes it's a drinking hatorade system and not a sign of this thing's function...
In reality, when the typewriter first came out, his mind developed a certain expectation for it: 'Please be the Death Note...'
He thought maybe it belonged to a hipster shinigami...
Although Ben did not see any shinigami around him, let alone one with vintage clothes and a handlebar mustache. Although, it's hard to say whether Ben will use it to bring justice to the world or to take revenge on the boy who stole his ice cream in 8th grade...
"At least give me Misa Amane..." Even if it wasn't the Death Note, he would be fine if he could get a ride or die from it...
Then, he realized a potential problem, and frowned. "If you end up making my story like the Netflix version...I'd rather make a suicide note."
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He guessed what the suicide note was for and instead thanked her... "This will save me from a lot of trouble, and everyone else 1 hour 41 minutes..."
With the guess completed and no further clues available from the typewriter's appearance, Ben unlocks the system information on the item.
[Truth Type Machine (Item, Epic) x1 - When typing, increases the user's communication stat by 2 to a maximum of 9, but the author cannot use it to write lies. It may be beneficial to write a letter to a beloved spouse, but it is less useful for a mistress]
Looking at this unusual description, Ben's first thought was, 'Is it worth it to chat with the girls while carrying around this?'
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+2 Increases in communication too tempting! Of course he wanted it when approaching women! However, upon review, he realized that taking a walk with it was not a good idea. Not only is the engine heavy but Ben will also look crazy!
"So I guess I can only use this to write?" He sat on his computer chair and rolled forward to the typewriter. "Can't lie..." First, Ben wanted to test that limitation, and soon, he thought about what he was going to type.
"Kim Kardashian is .. a good wife ..."
