am-books Chapter 7: Miraculous Stat Point.
Chapter 7: Miraculous Stat Point.
Chapter 7: Miraculous Stat Point.
Sanchez leaned back in his chair, regarding Hugo with a mix of amusement and seriousness that could only mean one thing—he was about to perform what he called "The Mentorship Ritual."
This wasn't just some casual pep talk; no, Sanchez took mentorship like it was a sacred duty, as if he were about to train the next James Bond.
He was about to pass on his sacred knowledge, so he had to find a worthy disciple!
He folded his arms, narrowing his eyes at Hugo as if sizing up a prized racehorse that had somehow gotten lost and ended up at a petting zoo.
"Alright, Hugo," Sanchez began, his voice low and intense. "Before we even start, I need to know everything about you. I'm talking habits, quirks, vices—anything that could derail your rizz journey. And no sugar-coating it. I need the raw, unfiltered truth."
Hugo blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone.
"Uh, well... I mean, I'm pretty average, I guess? I read a lot of webnovels, eat a lot of junk food... I once ate an entire pizza in one sitting. Oh, and I'm not exactly great with eye contact. Or any contact. And then there's the, uh, sweating problem—"
Sanchez held up a hand, silencing him with a single raised eyebrow. "Alright, let's start there. First question: How many hours a day do you spend reading webnovels?"
Hugo hesitated, knowing that the truth would probably earn him a lecture. "Uh... maybe... six? Sometimes more on weekends?"
He couldn't be blamed. Reading novels was so much more enjoyable than socializing! It was his only escape from reality!
Sanchez scribbled something down on an imaginary notepad. "Six hours a day, you say? Interesting. That's six hours a day you could be out in the real world, you know, interacting with actual human females. Next question: How often do you eat vegetables?"
Hugo scratched his head. He felt like Sanchez's questions were a little weird. What does eating vegetables have to do with getting chicks?
Still, he answered with as much seriousness as he could currently muster.
"Vegetables? Uh, do French fries count?"
"No, Hugo. Fries do not count as vegetables. Not in this world, or any other."
"Then... almost never? Unless someone forces me."
Sanchez shook his head, looking as if he were speaking to a lost cause. "We'll work on that. Next up, how many times have you watched Love Actually? Be honest."
"System, I add my stat point to my looks," Hugo declared, puffing up his chest as if he were making a life-changing decision.
[Ding! Allocating free stat point to looks.]
The moment he saw this message, he slapped his cheeks and stared at his reflection intently.
He was determined to look less like a poorly drawn caricature and more like someone who could at least pass as a background character in a rom-com.
The moment the system activated, Hugo felt a sharp, searing pain in his face, as if someone were trying to sculpt his features with a chainsaw.
He clutched his head, grimacing as the agony intensified, radiating through his skull and down his neck.
"Why... does it hurt... so much?!" Hugo gasped, tears streaming down his face as he writhed in pain. It was like a terrible beauty treatment that had been designed by the Marquis de Sade.
For the next three hours, Hugo experienced an excruciating transformation.
His face twisted and contorted as the system reshaped his features, each tweak sending a fresh wave of agony through his nerves. It felt like his bones were being rearranged, his skin stretched and pulled in all directions.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pain subsided, leaving Hugo panting and drenched in sweat.
He staggered over to the mirror, half-expecting to see a horror movie monster staring back at him.
But when he looked, Hugo blinked in surprise.
He actually looked... better.
His jawline was sharper, his skin a bit clearer, and his nose had lost that unfortunate crookedness. He was still recognisably Hugo, but a slightly upgraded version—a Hugo 2.0, if you will.
Hugo grinned at his reflection, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at his newly sculpted cheeks. "Well, I'll be damned... It actually worked."
As he admired his new appearance, a thought crossed his mind: If this was just one stat point, what could he achieve with more? Hugo's grin widened, and for the first time in ages, he felt a glimmer of hope.
"Maybe I really do have a chance," he whispered to himself, the memory of Sanchez's mocking words still fresh in his mind.