Chapter 11
As if it wasn’t already annoying enough to have a pathetic F-rank body, even these damn traits are all F-rank too. What the hell.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to calm the bubbling irritation in my chest. Chill. Being F-rank sucks, sure, but at least I have something.
If it’s clearly marked as F-rank, that means there’s at least a possibility to raise it.
'...Though I don’t know if I can raise it.'
The biggest issue right now was the probability. If I could just raise that crappy chance—currently not even 1%—the traits themselves would actually be useful.
‘The trait that can stun a target at random when attacking, and the one {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} that spots openings—those are good...’
But that first trait, the one that’s basically just good for drawing sympathy at best... What even is that? If that’s a trait I had from the start, does that mean I lived my entire previous life using that garbage?
Goddamn it. That’s horrifying. I just hoped the 0.5% chance never triggered.
Aside from whatever the hell “drenched kitten” or whatever is supposed to mean, I’ll need to look into how to level up the other two traits. If I can raise the rank, the probability should go up too.
The problem is, who knows how long it’ll take before any of those F-rank traits are worth using. I let out a sigh and looked up, feeling frustrated.
Enough about traits. The next thing was this.
[User Info: Cha Seohu (Supporting Role)]