Chapter 4: Mother and Daughter
'This... system, what kind of perverted skill is this? Can't you give me something else, something decent?'
I asked the system.
[Host, the rewards are something that either the host desires or needs. They can't be changed.]
I wanted to retort that I didn't desire these kinds of skills when I suddenly recalled the times when I read those cultured novels and found myself wishing for those perverted skills, thinking how amazing it would be if I had them.
The corners of my lips twitched, and I became silent.
But then, I quickly shook my embarrassment away and looked at my unconscious mom on my shoulder and thought, 'I can help her with this.'
Of course, I meant by giving her my blood, not the other stuff...
We arrived in front of Vicky as I was thinking about the skill's uses.
I greeted her and asked, "Hello, Vicky. Can you take us with you?"
"Ryan, I want to, but there isn't much space in the car." She said, pointing toward the backseat stuffed with her things.
"Don't worry. We will manage." I said. We had no other choice because no one except her would bother helping us in this neighborhood.