3. Reality Vs. Expectations

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A.N: Kinda angtsy. 

What would you do if given the power to constantly grow stronger...better... more advanced?

Honestly you'd ask what kind of Isekai and Shonen bullcrap they're implying.

Well Jin-Woo was no different, he himself found himself questioning if he belonged in Gotham Asylum...

But no the System, it worked, it worked too well in Jin-Woo's humble opinion.

To say he was overpowered would be an understatement, he was so powerful his own body couldn't take it.

He found himself constantly training and overworking his body to become a better vessel for his untamed powers.

It was no doubt a deadly way to live and the System knew that.

 It always gave him limits and warnings whenever his powers were acting up, which he was eternally grateful for.

Yet, it was still quite a disturbing experience.

If he could describe it he'd say it felt like curved nails stabbing his body and being tugged by wires, not strong enough to affect his performance, but just enough to annoy him.

But he's used to it now... he doesn't care now, because he knows that it's proof he is sane.

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[You Have Completed a Special Quest]

[You have gained 150,000 EXP Points in total today.]

[Do wish to add them toward increasing your level? Or do you wish to save them for use in M. Store?]

"Save them." A soft male voice Whispered.

'Blip'

The male sighed before gently removing his hood to reveal what was underneath.

A pale youthful face which looked vaguely Korean.

His features were sharp and placid making him seem rather intimidating, but due to how youthful he was it made him look a like the Second Male Lead from TV Drama.

Soft dark hair which seemed to be in the need of a trim because it kept falling and covering his eyes.

His eyes were a deep navy which seemed to glow an unnatural lighter shade of blue whenever they came in contact with light.

Yeah the teen no older then 15 seemed to be staring into nothing.

Well nothing anyone they can see anyway.

[You have opened the M. Store. Which type of memory do you wish to purchase?]

[Ability Memory 25,000 EXP]

[Identity Memory 50,000 EXP]

[Familial Memory 200,000 EXP]

An Ability Memory they gave vague information on the System and the Structure of Jin-Woo's Abilities. They were mostly blueprint like.

An Identity Memory gave a small Flashback-like memory on himself it gave him a small TV like Snipit of his life or a small 30 second voiceover of a random part of his life.

A Familial Memory gave a small flashback on someone important to him, but it blurred the faces and censored the names. They felt like a scam a good chunk of the time, leaving Jin-Woo mentally reeling at the person it showed.

He sighed before clicking Familial Memory once more.

To think a whole 24 hour day of nothing but running errands for random 'Heroes' and 'Villains' for something I'll know will never satisfy his own curiosity.

[Do you wish to purchase a Familial Memory?]

[Yes or No]

Yes, Jin-Woo's irresponsible spending habits would love to!

[Memory Purchased! Do you wish to view Memory?]

"No, I'll save it for another time." Man...the way he talked made it sound like he was waiting for 3 W*btoon updates cause he knew the chapter will be a cliffhanger.

'I still have 50,000 EXP Points leftover... I'll also save those for later.'

Who knows maybe he could save up to buy one of each memory is one go...

"My liege???"

Ok Jin-Woo jumped he'll admit but to be fair he was distracted in his own wallowing. 

He sighed, he didn't know why but he found the way he was adressed and the voice troublesome.

"Yes...?"

"▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ Wishes you luck in your quest and the rest of us would like to remind you we're here and will always be." The voice spoke.

He'd heard the voice multiple times, and he knew it wasn't his consciousness because when he spoke the System would censor certain things he'd say.

All he knew was that they were important to him somehow he'd hear his voice in some of the collected Familial Memories. 

He and the person he mentioned were important he just didn't know how or why.

Frankly, he feared he'd never know.

But they were the last thing he had in this place that he knew he could truly trust... and one day he'll figure out their true purpose for better or worse/

But for now he had no need to hold unto a past he knew so little of.

For now he needed to prepare.

He raised my head.

[Timer for First ⬛⬛⬛⬛: 01:22:7:59]

He knows be ready for whatever bullshit comes his way.

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