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[hider=𖦭]STR [b][2][/b] | DEX [b][3][/b] | MAG [b][1][/b] | DEF [b][1][/b] | RES [b][1][/b] | AGI [b][3][/b] | LCK [b][4][/b]

[b]《 Luck of the Devil 》[/b]
[i]Fortune favours the foul. +3 LCK.[/i][/hider][sub][@Zeroth][@TheMushroomLord][@PKMNB0Y][/sub][/center]
Monster? EXP? Video games.

The elf looked back down at the blob in his hands. He could see it now that the novelty of the yolk had worn: within was a core of a deep color, a nucleus. The center of control of a single-celled organism that had been blown up to the size of a ball. It would be easy. Just drop it and step on it.

He refrained though, as the creature began to rhythmically slap parts of itself together. An attempt at mimicking the movement of lips? Some form of morse code? But if that was the case, how could such movements somehow trigger a complex and [i]complete[/i] understanding? How could the slapping of slime become human language?

[b]“Ok.”[/b] He turned his gaze towards the ‘influencer’, whose excitement had mixed with anxiety now. [b]“If you want to die, tell him. He'll do it for 'EXP'.”[/b]

It was decided, just like that. Silent strides closed the distance with a dancer’s grace, and the blue yolk was thrust into the arms of the blue-haired human. He nodded at his fellow-in-misfortune, turning his gaze to the thread-bare rags that was all that separated the interior of the shack from the exterior. [b]“You seem to know about this situation. Let’s head out and talk about it. What's your name?”[/b]