Dual System: Ascension of A Nameless Nobody

Kamou looked at him for a moment in surprise with cheeks completely red. As they stared at each other for a second in silence, they were interrupted by a call from the main room.

"Is it almost done? I'm starving here!" Myung-Hee called out.

Of course, he sighed out.

"Give it a bit!" He shouted back.

After that, he and Kamou both shared a quiet laugh before tending to the pot again. This time, as the lid was removed, the contents had cultivated a stomach-alluring fragrance that quickly filled the apartment with the wonderful smell of spices.

"Seems like it's coming along well," he said with a smile, "I'm surprised."

"You should have more faith in yourself," Kamou told him.

"...Yeah, baby steps on that one," he mumbled.

Adding the finishing touches, the stew was finally complete as he prepared each bowl, bringing them out with the help of Kamou before settling at the low table in the center of the main room.

"I'm surprised, this looks pretty killer!" Myung-Hee said with a gluttonous look in her eyes.

"Really? Thanks," he bashfully accepted the complement.

This time, Kamou sat to his left, and Myung-Hee to his right. Steam rose from their bowls as the fresh stew allowed its enticing aroma to fill the apartment, urging them each to dig in.

"Fantastic!" Myung-Hee let out.

"Ah, really–?" He looked at the woman with pierces.

Myung-Hee nodded her head, shoveling another spoonful into her mouth, "You bet! This stuff is the best! You should make more dishes like this!"

"Really?" He scratched his cheek bashfully, adjusting his glasses.

Kamou looked at him as well, nodding her head, "It really is good. I couldn't do much to help…you were in your own world when you made this, Jeong-Hui."

"How about every day, then?" He offered with a smile, holding a bashful tint to his cheeks.

"Yes, please!" Myung-Hee accepted.

It was a fulfilling feeling, one he had forgotten for a while now; creating a meal that others enjoy, appreciate, and look forward to.

I guess that's the end of instant noodles, he smiled.

[Status: [Hunger] fulfilled.]

Yeah, thanks, System. I totally needed to know that, he thought.

Finishing a much needed, hot meal, Kamou insisted on taking care of the dishes, which led him to bringing himself into bed early as he sat against the wall while resting on his bed. Myung-Hee turned on the T.V, though cable had been long gone, so all that was available to watch were whatever DVDs he had available.

Finally, let's check out this "sub-class"...He thought.

[Sub-Class Available.]

Come to think of it, I got this prompt at level 10, but I didn't notice either of them having a sub-class. I wonder why? He thought.

The personal interface filled his vision with the gilded text of the system as he was greeted with a new, unfamiliar prompt.

[Sub-Class being determined…]

[Processing…]

Determined? I don't get to choose? He questioned.

[Sub-Class Decided.]

["Martial Artist']

"Wha…?" He mumbled in confusion.

"Martial artist"? That's a class? That totally sounds useless, if I'm being honest here, he thought.

"What's up?" Myung-Hee looked at him, lounging on a futon as a random action movie played on the T.V.

He fiddled with the new skill tree branch that opened up with the addition of a sub-class, "...Question: did you ever get a sub-class?"

Myung-Hee raised an eyebrow, "Not yet, but Kamou did."

"Really? It's not a set unlock for reaching level ten? Weird," he commented.

After taking a closer look at the skill tree, he decided to put his remaining two points into the first skill presented: [Breaker Fist]

"Are you telling me you got a sub-class?" Myung-Hee sat up, looking at him as she folded her toned arms across her chest.

"Yeah…"Martial Artist", seems kinda redundant in this environment, right? I mean…I don't really feel like fist-fighting End Titans," he chuckled.

Myung-Hee looked a bit bothered that the other two got a sub-class before her but let out a sigh, ruffling her short, black hair, "Well, you can give it a shot when we go to the shop."

"Yeah," he nodded.

A minute later, Kamou walked back into the room, wiping her hands with a small towel after finishing the dishes with a small sigh before smiling.

"All done?" He asked.

"Mhm," She gave him a confirming nod, "Oh, right! I almost forgot!"

"Huh?" He looked at her.

Kamou smiled, swiping her finger to summon her interface for herself, "I'll invite you to our party, formally."

Just as she told him that, a prompt appeared for him:

[Party Invitation from: Player [Kamou]. Accept?]

"Accept," he told the system.

Bing.

[Party Joined.]

Now he could see both of their statuses when his interface was up, in the top left corner of his vision.

[Kamou Yoo. Level 12. Health Points: 2700/2700]

[Myung-Hee Yun. Level 12. Health Points: 3000/3000]

They've got much more HP than me. Guess that's part of being an assassin, I guess, he thought.

By that point, the sun was already down, prompting each to get ready for bed.

It was less awkward than expected, which he attributed to the fact that the two girls were just honestly easy to talk to. Settling into bed, it felt nice to just have a bit of company in the same room–no lecherous feelings involved.

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