The woman was perhaps 6 foot and her contrasting height to Kira's father was pretty much evident as they stood there together.

The difference of about half a foot was glaring enough to any observer of the odd couple. Kira was blessed that he had inherited this particular trait from his mother.

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He loved his father but he thought that there was really no advantage to being short.

"What is it, Kira? What's the result?! Tell us!" Delia said.

She had a beautiful smile on her face and though every single one of them were plain enough to the eyes, still, Kira saw the prettiest woman in her mother at that time.

And it broke his heart that he will have to fail them once again. So Kira did not utter another word but he only gave them the piece of paper that he wished erase from ever existing.

Yet it was there and so all he could do was escape. He ran towards the next room beside the one his mother had just exited from.

"CLICK!" Kira locked himself inside. It was really not his private refuge alone since he shared this together with the rest of his siblings. But he really could not care about it at the moment.

Only the tears that kept washing his face wet was the thing he nursed as real. His suffering and self hate exuded in aces that Kira embraced nothing but only the negativity of his feelings.

"HAK!" a single sob broke free from his constricted throat and he could only cover his mouth with his palms.

He did not want to add further pain unto his parents who had sacrificed much in the eight years that they've put all their hopes unto him.

Among them five in the family, he was the only one who appeared healthy.

They all rationed their food and sustenance for him in their ambition for him to succeed in the most certain path of wealth in this world. Becoming a Magus, the way towards godhood.

"I'm a loser! I wish i would never have been born into this life!" Kira wept. It was at this time that something changed. A voice.

"BOINK!"

"Congratulations, Kira Karsen! You have won the eternal raffle draw in the Fantasy Nexus Realm that happens once in a hundred eons.

A gift shall be given as reward. Good luck and may the Radiant Goddess guide your journey!" Kira was shocked when he heard the words.

It brought a pause to this sorrows and immediately after, he rubbed his eyes clean of his tears.

There was something there and that wasn't here before. Myriad unknown letters glinted over his eyes which caused him fear more than the voice ever did.

After a full minute of trying that made the corner of his eyes sore with the incessant wiping it went through, the blockade of the pinkish symbols still hasn't gone away.

"I'm really cursed!" Kira hated himself for being such a useless boy and now he thought that blindness was the next of his worries.

He gripped his palms tight and bit his lips until he tasted the iron flavor of his own blood. If he was alone in the deep abyss of nowhere then he would have long roared in defiance for his sorry life.

But the thought that his parents would definitely hear him held these impulses down for Kira. He tried opening his eyes again and for the first time, observed what these bright pink scribbles meant.

Kira Trent

Experience: 1/100

Strength: 1

Vitality: 1

Agility: 1

Intelligence: 1

Charisma: 1

Luck: 1

Unused Stat Points: 10

Bloodlines: 0

Techniques: 0

Inventory: 1

Chapter 4

"What is this?" Kira whispered to himself.

These things were familiar enough because even though he had not owned those advance technological gadgets of his classmates but he was smart to see how their things work.

If he was not mistaken, the arrangement that were displayed forcefully before his eyes was like a character sheet in RPG games. He lifted his hand up to touch at a particular word in the screen.

And he got nothing. This time, he tried using a voice command and uttered,

"What is strength?" Again, he got no response whatsoever.

"How to activate this thing?" he asked himself. Kira closed his eyes once more and bit his finger. HARD.

"FUCK!" He cursed in a barely held voice. It hurt like hell. He looked at the ever present screen once more and thought of something else.

Since he was not hallucinating, this was probably all true and not merely a figment of his depressed soul. So Kira said the word again and this time, he used his thoughts to do it.

If that eerie female voice could be trusted, that this was a gift and not another curse to add spice to his already spiraling life, then there must be a way to make use of this completely.

Else he feared he was going to walk, sleep, and eat with these bright words hanging on his eyes until the day that he died. That would be an unimaginable life indeed.

"FLASH!" It worked. The immovable words vanished to rearranged themselves to a new coherent phrase.

"Strength - determines physical power and damage." the words hang in the air and just like as Kira predicted, the attributes coincided with the mechanics of a game.

He opened the rest to know their descriptions as well.

Vitality - determines defense and regeneration.

Agility - determines speed and limb dexterity.

Intelligence - determines comprehension and analytical prowess of the mind.

Charisma - determines passive effect to befriend, influence, and control another's emotions. (applicable to anything that has life)

Luck - determines the favor Lady Trickster. (can twist outcomes and fates)

Bloodlines - innate talents of Immortal lineages.

Techniques - abilities and skills.

Inventory - storage device. (space unlimited)

Kira nodded in understanding when he finished reading the details on the attributes.

Of course, there was the unused stat points blinking their presence in and out to get his attention but it was not the time to use those things at the moment.