Every day was a monotonous waste of time—that was my life. The news was constantly blaring about "jobless youth" being a social problem. It felt like they were pointing fingers at me, so I avoided the TV. Not that I was doing anything productive. Mostly, I'd sprawl on the bed, scrolling through dumb memes on my phone and chuckling like an idiot. Looking as pathetic and grimy as dried ramen broth stuck to the floor, that's how I was that day too, glued to the humor posts.
— Title: Allocating 240 Points to Height + Weight + Dick Length.txt —There seemed to be a ton of people as idle as me. A post with zero substance had racked up over 100 comments. Folks were eagerly spilling their worthless opinions that no one cared about.
— Anon1Average height 174, weight 50, dick 16 lol— Anon2177 50 13Totally ordinary choices. They were probably the result of everyone agonizing over it seriously.
— Anon5Height 185 weight 40 dick 15↳ Anon1185cm and 40kg? Can you even function in daily life? lmao— Anon7160cm 45kg king dick 35cm↳ Anon1Bullshit lmaooooOf course, there were plenty of half-assed troll comments too. Suddenly, I got a bit serious. If it were me, how would I allocate it? No matter how I split 240, satisfaction seemed impossible. Feeling empty, I went to hit back—when the top-recommended comment caught my eye.
⭐ Top Comment— Anon32190cm 70kg -20cm↳ Anon31Minus what the fuck lol— Anon48I like strong women.↳ Anon50Woman at 190cm 70kg what lolll— Anon72Just be an athlete yeah 190/70 is perfect.— Anon54Genius— Anon12lmao roflWhoa, smart. I was genuinely impressed. Boldly sacrificing one thing lets you claim the others. Sure, the sacrifice was pretty damn important… but I read the post with interest. It faded into memory over time. Who'd have thought it'd resurface much later.
All because of this floating right in front of me.
⚡ Allocate Your Stats ⚡※Caution: Once set, stats cannot be changed. Allocate carefully.
What do you call this translucent window? Status screen? Stats? Message? It looked straight out of a game, but this was unmistakably real. If it's true I died from a falling sign on my rare outing, this might be the afterlife.
"I'm not in a coma now, am I…?"
A scary thought. But I heard the crowd around my collapsed body scream, "Eek, is that brains?" So yeah, I'm definitely dead. Tense as hell, I read the next line.
Available Points: 60
Allocatable Stats: [Mental Strength] [Health] [Luck] [Potential] [Origin]
"What the…"
I'd read tons of webnovels about dying and entering a game world. They were part of my time-killing routine. But I rarely played games, and these stats felt weird for a game system. Usually it's strength, agility, intelligence, mana, right? Potential and Origin? What even?
Probably 1 is worst, 20 is best. Helpfully, there was an explanation.
※ Average human stat is 10. Your next life is determined by allocation.
So Mental Strength 10 means average human mentality. Same for the rest. "How should I allocate then…"
Muttering that, I realized I was kinda excited. Second chance! Death wasn't even that sad. My heart was pounding. First, figure out the weird ones. Mental Strength, Health, Luck—straightforward. All crucial. Average 10, so my last life was maybe 4, 5, 7? My mind was rotten, body weak, luck shit.
"Even splitting evenly gives 12 each—not bad."
Way better than divvying up 240 ambiguously for height, weight, dick length. Even split means slightly better-than-average life! I went to assign 12 across the board.
"…"
But my finger wouldn't move. Compared to my gutter life, average sounded like a blessing. Still, I craved something special this time.
"…Potential, Origin."
Start there. Potential's vague. Talent? Study potential, athletic? Definitely something my last life lacked. Tried music, studying, art—no talent whatsoever. Partly 'cause I quit fast, no grit.
Origin hits home. Pedigree stuff. Born rich or poor, noble or peasant. If not Earth, maybe commoner vs noble.
Wait, if the rest are good, can't I overcome bad Origin?
Lightning bolt. Like that comment dumping dick length negative to max others.
Mental Strength, Luck, Health, Potential—all maxed, Origin dumped…
Unlike my pathetic life, my parents were loaded. Divorced, but I lived cushy—hence the NEET phase. Even shitty Origin, with good stats, I could thrive. After agonizing, the window flickered ominously. Decision made. Final allocation…
⚡ Final Allocation ⚡[Mental Strength] 20*
[Health] 10
[Luck] 9
[Potential] 20*
[Origin] 1*
"Oh…"
Bold choice—20s bolded thick. Uneasy, Origin 1 started blinking too. Sure enough, a voice echoed.
✦ BOLD CHOICE ✦Mental Strength set to 20. You gain Unbreakable Will. Even facing the most loathsome demon or greatest god, your mind won't break.
Atmospheric voice. Perfect explanation. Mental Strength was my top priority—my mentality was trash. Quit easy, self-pity, blame others/world. Not anymore.
✦ AVERAGE BIRTH ✦Health: Average. No incurables, but not super healthy.
Luck: Average. No life-shaking fortune or absurd misfortune.
Health and Luck average—fine. Key is Mental Strength and Potential to bloom through effort.
✦ BOLD CHOICE ✦Potential set to 20. Your soul holds infinite possibilities. Without quitting or crushing misfortune, you'll one day bloom brilliantly. You gain Diligence.
Perfect. This life will be different. No more apathy. Heart racing, then the tense Origin voice.
✦ EXTREME CHOICE ✦Origin set to 1. Born in the worst environment. The outcome is your responsibility. How your lowly start ends… unknown.
Extreme, yeah. Predicted. No average family, maybe orphan. Health average, hope no defects… I'll overcome. How naive that resolve was became clear soon enough.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇Siza Forest. Siza trees thrived in this border region's fertile, warm, humid soil—lush and dense. Thick leaves blocked sunlight, dark even midday. Damp ground, little wind, moss everywhere.
Figures strode through. Monster-infested danger zone, yet steps bold. Locals wary of vipers/bugs. But full plate armor clanking—what fear? The armored man was one even the lord dreaded.
His local farmer guide gulped. Gunter the Steel… not top of Eight Heroes, but terrifying.
Recently, a dangerous monster migrated to Siza Forest. After killing lord's soldiers, lord called capital for aid. Enter Gunter, one of Eight Heroes.
"That the place?" Gunter's heavy voice.
He pointed: cave in cliff crevice. Farmer quick: "Yes, Breath Gorge. It nested there."
"Wait here then."
Gunter, famed for turbulent rise from lowliest peasant. Steel will, shining talent. Merc to halberd-wielding hero—villagers saw myth.
How long waited? Perched on tree, Gunter stood abrupt. "Coming."
No one sensed. Ominous hiss from gorge. Shiiit, shhht. Farmer's back chilled. Massive something slithering out.
"Close eyes. Unless you wanna turn stone."
All squeezed shut. Few brave pulled hand-mirrors to peek Gunter's feat. Farmer too, peering via grimy mirror—avoid direct gaze.
"Hngk."
Unleashed horror. No snake—that. Serpent in name, but woman's face? Tree-trunk body, human face. Hair: wriggling baby snakes. Green snakes on head hissing fangs.
"Shhriiit—"
Medusa Serpent's purple forked tongue flicked. Glowing eyes locked Gunter. Weaklings petrify on eye contact. Gunter charged unfazed. Halberd high, reckless straight rush. Farmer near-screamed seeing closed eyes.
"Saaak!"
Maw gaped, lunging. Armored or not, crushed whole. Gunter's moves blurred for farmer: flash-jump, halberd swing—
Slaaash—thud!
Medusa Serpent's head severed. Body thrashed wild. Gunter shook blood off, ignored.
"Tell lord: beast slain."
"Y-yes, sir!"
Farmer's legs jelly. One blow. Gunter felled it in one. Lifetime brag.
"Eek, ugh!"
Gruesome scene. Hair snakes—thousands—poured from dead head. Tiny snakes fled to gorge, avoiding Gunter.
"What about those?" Farmer blurted.
Gunter cold stare. "You want me killing baby snakes too?"
"S-sorry!" Farmer knelt, bowed.
"…Cave blocked inside?"
"Yes."
"Send territory troops. Burn 'em."
Gunter turned, strode off. Farmers gawked gorge. Snake swarm bug-like into depths.
"Gotta guard here."
"Light fire… anyone got lunch?"
Babies not too dangerous, but sighs. One pointed swarm: "White one's mixed in."
"Albino maybe. Heh."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇Yeah. And I was one of those thousands. The tiniest, weakest—lone white one.
📜 Little White Snake lv1 📜Medusa Serpent rears young on head. Hatched, clung to mom. Till monster-slayer beheaded her.
Fuck, Origin included species?!
Beggar birth? Expected. Orphan beaten by mean director? Fine. But snake. Monster snake baby? Insane.
Then decapitated mom's thrashing body squished siblings. Near-death dodge. Barely slipped bloody mess.
⚡ SKILL ACQUIRED ⚡Slithering lv1
⚡ POTENTIAL BOOST ⚡Proficiency rises rapidly due to innate Potential.
Fuck Potential my ass. I slithered desperately.
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