Chapter 6. Pikachu Soul

A month and half has passed since I started hunting pikachu with Emma and with my kill count at 99,812. I am sure today is the day that I will finally get my next skill.

Thanks for their somewhat cute appearance, it was easy getting access to those little yellow rats and our hunt went smoothly. Like always, the plan was simple, Emma does 90% of the work, I go in to collect the kills. As they say, don’t change what’s not broken and this strategy has served us well.

You might ask, what good are you if you didn’t have this beautiful blonde doing all the work for you? Well, I do have this blondie so shut the fuck up and go get your own if you are jealous. Besides, she benefits just as much as me from our exp sharing.

Since we started hunting things other than slimes, she has gone from level 26 to 32. If it wasn’t for my sudden discovery, she would probably still be slaying slimes for .5exp each and be at level 26. And before you complain that it was my fault to begin with that she was only killing slimes, maybe you should blame the fucking system that glitched my ability to level and made me have to do this bullshit to get stronger.

But whatever bullshit method it is, I am at least happy that I did find a way to get stronger. Afterall, what sort of lameass protagonist would I be if I didn’t have the ability to level or a way to get stronger. The fucking story would have already ended if was still stuck killing slimes for no reason.

The dungeon today was close to our school, and it was just a short walk away after class ended. With only 4 and half months left until the entrance exam for Tokyo Academy, I am sweating bullets hoping and praying that lady luck shine on my ass today and let me gain an op skill.

With Emma using an ice spear skill she picked up recently when no support skill was offered, the damage was just low enough where she was able to freeze those yellow rats right in place for me to deliver the final blow.

And right on cue, the moment I sliced the 100,000th one in half and its poor little body disappeared into pixels and faded away, I got a new popup window alert from my skills window.

Now that I am finally getting to experience those popup windows. I can see why some people get addicted to leveling and trying to get stronger. Other than sex, which I still haven’t had yet because of that stalking butler and maybe the pressure of meeting Emma’s dad so I don’t even know if this comparison even makes sense, but is there anything more pleasurable than hearing this ding and clicking on the popup window to see that you have gained power and is now stronger? Well, after hearing it for the third time, I can assure you there isn’t anything else as pleasurable. Maybe. Have to wait and see after I get in Emma’s pants.

Without having to tell her this time, my blondie smartly cleared up the remaining pikachu and teleported us out of the portal where we sold our extra worthless drops for some gold and headed to a boba shop where I was ready to check my new skill and celebrate with some sweet refreshment.

You know, somedays I wonder what exactly is the point of creating those weak mobs like a slime where even a 5 year old could defeat. It’s almost like the AI is trying to get people to go into the dungeon and kill those suckers. But what do I know, I am just glad I can finally fulfill my duty as the protagonist and eventually save the world from whatever danger that might or might not ever occur.

Bringing me my classic pearl milk tea, Emma sat closely with her body pressed up to me, waiting excitedly for me to check what skill I just gained like she is able to see my screen. While having a cutie like Emma so close is obviously something I enjoy, But like, girl… I can see your fucking butler outside through the window ready to come in and kill me.

“Hurry up Ken! What skill did you gain?” Emma asked eagerly, sipping on whatever thing she got that’s not a pearl milk tea.

"Passive skill acquired. Pikachu Soul. Passive bonus(Always Active), +20 to speed, +5 to lightning resistance, additional bonus skill, Active Skill(Cost 500 mana per cast), Thunderbolt!" Excited to see that I have gained my first ever fucking active skill, I wasted no time clicking on the skill thunderbolt to read the details to see exactly what it does.

Thunderbolt - baseline damage 90(Lightning), 10% chance to paralyze for 1 second, 2% damage/paralyze chance boost per matt, 2.5% damage/paralyze boost per int. 2.5% duration boost per int. If crit, double damage and chance of paralyzing.” I read out loud from my window to the eager blondie.

“WOW! That’s so good! My Ice Spear is only at a baseline damage of 10 with much lower boost for now! Even if I max it out, I think it will still be slightly weaker! You just got a great skill Ken! It will definitely boost your damage greatly.” Emma said happily to me as I sipped on my pearl tea feeling ecstatic.

Suddenly, I came to the realization and crushed my drink as it spilled everywhere as Emma wondered what’s wrong while trying to clean up the mess I just made.

“EMMA! THIS MOTHERFUCKING SKILL COST 500 MANA PER CAST!” I screamed, startling and causing all the other customers in the store to give me a nasty stare while Albert charged into the shop ready to incapacitate me. Probably thinking I was trying to do something to Emma.

Like dude, we are in a public place. What did you expect me to do to her? Sure, I got overly dramatic and caused a small scene over some spilled boba but you charging in like a madman is making it that much worse you stupid butler.

With my screaming and Albert suddenly bursting through the door, we were asked nicely to leave the shop. Hey, I don’t blame them, if I was the shop owner, I would have kicked that stalking geezer out as well.

“Sorry Emma for spilling some drink on your clothes.” I apologized while giving the butler dirty looks for getting us kicked out. If you want to blame me for us getting kicked out. First, you are wrong. Second, Fuck off.

“No worries, but why did you suddenly scream anyways?” Emma asked, not fazed by the situation.

I bet that butler probably caused her quite a bit of embarrassment over the years since it definitely couldn’t have been me.

“Emma, I just told you this skill cost 500 mana to cast. Now think.” I said, recovering from the secondhand embarrassment from the butler and getting riled up once again from the skill I have just gained.

Think blondie, think! I know you are smart! 500 mana girl! 500 fucking mana!!!

“OHH, how much mana do you have Ken? You got that 50 from the goblin passive and”

“No and… Emma. I got fucking 50 mana from that passive for a fucking total of 51 fucking mana and this fucking skill cost 500 mana to use. And guess what? I CAN’T FUCKING LEVEL TO GAIN MORE MANA!!!” I screamed as I got heated once again after realizing this motherfucking skill I just got is completely useless.

“It’s fine Ken! I will buy you some high mana rings and a high mana necklace. I am sure we can boost your mana up to at least a few thousand with some gear.” Emma said calmly, trying to comfort me with her loaded wallet.

“I just want to kill something that gives me a useful skill or some maxed out stat boosts or something that can level up like everyone else. Is that too much to ask? Was those slimy bastards a fluke? Are every skill I’m gaining from this point forward going to be some random shit that either gives me not much power or is completely unusable?” I complained, acting like a drama queen just to vent out my frustration while my blondie comforted me without any complaints.

“Lady Emma, why are you with this vulgar, unrefined, obnoxious, offensive and poor creature? You are the daughter of Christopher Lionheart! One of the strongest, richest and most respected men in the world!

You, yourself, is one of the most beautiful and smartest young lady with the best leveling exponent ever. There are millions of proper men that are much better suited for you. Yet you have wasted all this time messing around with this.” Albert pleaded to Emma while giving me dirty looks.

I mean, the old fucker is right that I am poor but I don’t think anything else he said about me is truth. Who is he calling vulgar and unrefined and did he just fucking refer to me as THIS? He is the fucking stalker that got us kicked out from the fucking boba shop!

Besides, I am the fucking protagonist! I have the protagonist's desk to prove that I am the chosen one! FUCK! Now that I think about it, there is literally a protagonist desk in every single fucking classroom. FUCK! Well, I am at least one of the chosen protagonists. I doubt there are millions of protagonist desks around the world so fuck you Albert!

“Albert, I know you don’t like Ken much but I can assure you there aren’t any men better suited for me. Because if there were, I wouldn't have spent all my time with Ken!” Emma said happily while grabbing my hand.

After telling me to cheer up and that she will buy me some mana gear while we discussed what’s the next monster on the annihilation list as my deadline to the entrance exam drew closer. I gotta say, this blondie is definitely the shiny bright star in my life.