Ouch~
"Do it nicely, at least."
"Sit straight, instead of moving your mouth."
Emi and I were sitting together while the grandma was accompanying the grandpa. She was applying so kind of healing paste on my face, given by my grandma. I do highly doubt her dical choice. But this was a part of the formality before I could sleep without getting disturbed by them.
And that monkey was soone they got to know a month ago. He had been coming quite often here to eat bananas and oranges, and beca a local here.
"These nail marks didn’t look like going to fade away soon," Emi said. After all, she clearly understood how valuable my looks are, and these scratches weren’t sothing that could be ignored, even if there was no infection.
"If you are done, then leave. I need so sleep now." I don’t want to talk about anything with her. But these marks would definitely stay for a long while. If I rember correctly, a few years ago, Emi had done the sa, and at that ti, those marks lasted for almost a month or two. This ti, these marks were even deeper.
After she left the room, I finally got a mont of silence, in which I could finally check out that evolution point.
[Evolve: Yes/No]
I looked at the shiny screen with a heart full of excitent. I have a lot of expectations for this evolution. I don’t know how it will turn out, but I have to try it and see what kind of changes it might bring.
I began the evolution and clenched my fist, strongly preparing myself for the sudden pain.
A few seconds later, the pain I was preparing for didn’t co. But I was able to feel the increasing strength in my body. I didn’t need to think about it for a while as the system prompt quickly appeared in front of my eyes.
[Congratulations, Host, on stepping into the ranks]
Rank: Primary
Grade: Awakened
Physique: 11/30
Skill: Regeneration (Passive)
Description: The host body can heal much faster and could even regenerate its severed parts. As long as the host isn’t dead, the recovery process depends on the wound and the host’s energy level.
"Well, not bad..." This wasn’t sothing that I was expecting, but it isn’t bad. It is still too early for to hope for Phoenix or dragon bloodline.
Looking at my new upgraded status panel, I noticed a small change.
Host: Ricky Watson
Species: Human
Rank: Primary
Grade: Awakened
Skill: Regeneration (Passive)
Talent: Hellfire, Eyes of Void, Summon, Cursed
Physique: 11/30
Mana: 1000/1000
Pervert Points: 510
Forbidden Points: 5
Storage: 1 (Tier 3 Dungeon Key)
Now my status panel was looking full, and the thing that I was confused about was the sudden increase in my Mana. There was also another tiny change; in the past, my talent used to show level 1 on them. Now it was also gone.
Thinking for a while, I shut off the system and lay flat on my bed to catch up on my sleep.
...
"Huh, what ti is it?" I woke refreshed with all pain leaving my body. As I checked the phone, it was 8:12 pm. I have slept for almost 12 hours.
At this mont, I rembered one important thing and quickly turned on the front cara of my phone, checking my face. Indeed, all marks had vanished like they never existed, the passive skill Regeneration working really well. I admired my own handso face for a bit before going into the kitchen to grab sothing.
What I saw in the kitchen made doubt my eyes. I stood there frozen in one spot, rubbing my eyes to confirm what I was seeing wasn’t a dream. That spoiled brat was chopping vegetables in the kitchen.
She was wearing an apron with a tiny panda head on it. As she was carefully chopping the lettuce. Her hands were sluggish, as she barely kept her fingers safe.
"You are awake..." She said, noticing standing there like a statue, but she didn’t complete her sentence, as she walked up to , her eyes squinting while looking at my face.
"Weren’t your face scratched by that monkey?" She asked, her finger reaching for my face.
I slapped her hand away and replied, "Grandma’s dicine worked pretty well, I think. Hasn’t your swollen face also gotten normal?"
I was giving the grandma’s trash dicine so credit, just for the sake of the love she put in making that disgusting dicinal paste. It had nothing to do with wanting to avoid telling anyone about my powers.
"Really, her dicine was that effective..." She squinted her eyes, unable to believe it. But there was no other explanation her little head could co up with, so she had to buy whatever I said.
"Are you making dinner today?" I asked, curiously. She and the kitchen are hard to put together for . She couldn’t even make a coffee or tea. Let alone the entire dinner.
"I’m done making half; the other half is on you." As if she were just waiting for to ask, she instantly threw her apron at and ran out of the kitchen. I knew that she was just being nice to Grandma. Well, it wasn’t the first ti; she had always been performative to everyone, except .
When she left, I decided to check what she had made. She did make a lot of dishes, an unevenly chopped vegetable salad, without any seasoning, and she also cooked water in rice.
I sighed and began making a al with my very average cooking skills. But my skills can be considered top-notch if compared with Emi and Grandma. No one would believe how bad a cook my grandma is, but at least her food is edible, but I highly doubt Emi’s cooking skills.
Once I was done cooking, four of us had the al together, not quite right, five of us, that monkey was also joining our dinner.
After the al, it was ti to sleep. And I gotta share my room with Emi, because other options were either to share it with Grandma or Grandpa. Obviously, compared to them, she was the better option to share a bed with and was easy to kick out.
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