Chapter 11: Loser (1)
The glossy, jet-black shine.
What I was holding felt more like a glove than a gauntlet.
It was like they’d stuffed some kind of ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) shock absorber material inside or something.
“I figured as much, but... it really doesn’t suit you.”
“......”
And the way I looked wearing it? Like a fragile little girl putting on black leather gloves to look scary.
If anything, it just made me seem even more pathetic.
Still, no matter how I thought about it, throwing away a trait I already had would’ve been a stupid move.
I didn’t have any money now, but once I got some proper equipment, I could offset the curse’s mental stat penalties. Long-term, this path made more sense.
But still...
Click.
‘Damn it, I really can’t give up on this one either.’