Starting With SSS-rank: I Get A New Skill Every Livestream-Chapter 63: Bleeding
So, the problem was Layena. Hm... no problem. He wouldn’t use his powers during the whole trip. Simple as that.
Yes, he knew it sounded like he was pulling a rope tied to a glaring red flag, but Kyle would simply pretend to be the same unknown kid who had lived over twenty years believing magic was nothing more than a wishful fantasy for weebs.
Nothing could force him to use his abilities. And if he didn’t use them, there was no chance of getting caught.
"Hm... which one should I buy?"
He was currently browsing clothes in a shopping mall, using the card Blake had given him. Of course, he wasn’t foolish enough to send it back out of pride. If the other person was so eager to spend, why should Kyle miss out?
"Hm?"
As he reached for a jacket, another hand did the same. Both paused just an inch away.
Kyle glanced sideways, then froze for a moment, surprised to see her here.
Those lavender eyes, that small face... there was no doubt about it. The famous thorny princess of the university—Layena.
"I’ve had my eyes on it since I entered this section," she said, snatching the jacket away before he could react.
Kyle nearly snickered at the enthusiasm over a plain piece of clothing that clearly wasn’t even her size. Still, he kept quiet.
Instead, he moved toward the hoodies, putting some distance between himself and the girl who had become the source of his headaches.
If not for her, he wouldn’t have been attracting so much attention lately.
It was obvious she was a high-grade Nightwalker, judging by how often Veronica mentioned her. Still, out of curiosity, Kyle muttered inwardly,
’Appraise her.’
[Activating God’s Eye...]
[Locking on target...]
[Stats:
Strength: 25
Speed: 36
Endurance: 27
Intelligence: 18]
[For better understanding of the stats, host: each strength point allows a person to lift ten kilograms using their entire body. Each speed point determines how fast one can run, with one point equal to roughly 2 km/h. Endurance covers stamina, defense, and tolerance, which is why it requires varied training methods to improve over time. Intelligence governs reflexes, senses, and the ability to manipulate Genesis. To perceive an opponent clearly, your intelligence must be at least half of their speed.]
[The target before the host possesses a near-perfect balance between speed and intelligence. Excessive intelligence can become a hindrance in high-paced combat, while speed beyond one’s control creates a gap between mental command and physical execution.]
[To examine the target’s magical abilities, the target is required to use them in combat, host.]
Standing in the middle of a shopping complex with a massive system screen suddenly appearing before his eyes... yeah, it probably looked like he had spaced out while staring into nothing.
But this made things clearer.
’So... the maximum weight I can handle is a hundred kilograms?’
[Yes, host. Without the aid of Genesis, you can comfortably lift a hundred kilograms.]
Kyle hummed, digesting the information.
Who would have thought that this so-called princess could lift around two hundred and fifty? She must be a complete beast in the gym.
"Why are you staring at me? Do you know me?"
Layena’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She had clearly noticed his gaze lingering for a while.
Kyle gave a wry smile. "We’re in the same year, Layena."
She frowned slightly, then her expression shifted. "Right... Amanda’s guy."
Kyle let out a quiet chuckle. They had spoken a few times at the university, yet she still remembered him through someone else. Well, it didn’t matter.
He didn’t bother replying and simply walked away.
Layena narrowed her eyes at his back, annoyed. Then again, she wasn’t exactly polite herself.
In the end, she dismissed it and continued shopping.
"Ah—"
A sharp wince escaped her as something struck her side, right where she had been injured.
Her gaze dropped instantly, irritation flaring—
Only to falter.
A small child stood there, frozen, his face pale with fear.
"I-I am—"
"Nigel! How many times have I told you not to run around like that?"
The boy’s mother rushed in, her voice sharp as she grabbed him, then quickly turned to Layena and bowed. "I’m so sorry for what he did."
Layena shook her head. "No, it’s okay."
In truth, she was barely holding herself back from biting her lip. The pain was sharper than she expected.
As soon as they walked away, she slowly slipped her hand inside her shirt.
Just as she feared—
The wound had started bleeding again.
She glanced around.
The restroom was too far, and the shirt she wore was thin and light. If the blood seeped through, people would notice. That would only draw unnecessary attention.
Her eyes shifted to the side, spotting a changing room just around the corner.
Without wasting a second, she headed toward it and locked herself inside.
"That... damn Majin."
She cursed under her breath as she carefully removed her shirt and looked at her reflection.
The bandages were completely soaked through. If she didn’t tend to it now, the wound would worsen.
’Should I call someone for help?’
She disliked relying on others, but this situation was getting serious.
Then—
Knock.
A sharp sound echoed from the door.
Her gaze hardened. "Who is it?"
"Look up."
Her eyes narrowed at the familiar voice, but instinctively, she did as told.
A plastic bag dropped from above.
She raised her hand and caught it midair.
Inside... were medical supplies. Bandages, antiseptic...
Her eyes widened.
Did he... see her bleeding?
She quickly opened the door and leaned out.
"Hey."
She called after him, spotting his retreating figure.
The green-haired man glanced over his shoulder.
"What... is your name?" Layena asked.
A faint smile touched his lips.
"Kyle. I hope you remember it the next time we meet." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
"Kyle... Kyle... Kyle..." she repeated softly, as if imprinting it into memory. "I’ll make sure I do. And... thank you."
Kyle didn’t respond. He simply turned and walked away.
He had training to do.
