My Evil System

Along the way to Euclid village, I passed by a group grinding some monsters along the vast grass field. Mostly the youth who couldn't wait to try out their newly found powers.

Well . . . they were not really monsters. More like animals with weird features like horns or fangs and sharp claws. They were kinda cute, though.

I felt kind of pity for them. They were minding their business when suddenly a group attacked them out of nowhere. It was a good thing that I was not motivated to grind since I wouldn't get any EXP.

Though the drops . . .

Come to think of it. Are monsters going to attack if they see me?
I made sure to stay on the dirt path between the vast plain of grass on one side and the lush forest on the other side.

Wait . . . can we attack each other?
. . . Is that so?

I shook my head.

I don't want it!

Talking to the system was taking years off my life.

I thought so.

I never finished high school, but I did pick up a life skill in my jobs at ordinary stores. It was calculating orders using the brain. In my line of work, I had to be fast in taking orders and calculating costs. Every second counts when customers line outside waiting in impatience for their items.

It was not even a second when they said their orders, and they'd immediately asked about the entire cost of their purchase.

Using mental computation, with the bonus EXP, everyone should have their attributes below 10. If there was higher than 10, then that meant that the other attributes were low.

As for me, all my ATP were already passed 10 except for my LCK, which was 10.

Then that meant . . . my face lit up. I could probably kill that wolf with a punch.

The man's dagger pierced the wolf's heart, and the wolf shattered into particles leaving drops of rewards on the ground.

Oh . . . there isn't actually blood. There wasn't even a gory part.
". . ."

KyaAa!

My attention was flung to the fight when the man finished his enemy off. The dagger disappeared in his hand, and he faced the screaming ladies with a sparkling face while the background dimmed.

"You girls okay?" he said with a dazzling smile. His shoulder-cut golden hair was tied behind his back and a pair of striking blue eyes were mesmerizing on his sculpted face.

He was a good fighter and handsome to boot. I bet he'd instantly become famous in the future.

I heard one of the women call his name.

Lancelot.

Even his name sounded manly and handsome.