[What is the host cussing for?]
The robot was ruthless but confused upon seeing Jass's real reaction. It came to comprehend her true attitude after connecting with her. Then it hastily analysed the data and immediately added.
[Of course, some authors' or mortals' imagination is just dreams. But… remember that this is the real world not a storyline. Certainly, You know what's going to occur in the future and alternate as you want.]
A vein throbbed in Jass's temple as she clenched her fist.
"Next time, say everything at once and don't delay anything in the middle."
Jass reported coldly, and the system agreed without any issue. As for Jass, she was an introvert. In her own world, she had conjured up many disturbing scenarios to torment her enemies.
Jass had even built some scenes of killing her own friends, picturing herself on the day of their deaths.
To be honest, they were all still alive... ahem. She just was terrified that her otherworldly characters would suffer a lot. That's all she is scared of…
"Show me my status!"
Jass ordered like a queen with a glacier tune.
===
Host ↣ Jass
Race ↣ Hybrid (Pure demonic bloodline + Human body)
Rank↣ Novice(Awakened)
Strength ↣ 15
Defence ↣8
Stamina ↣ 30
Stealth ↣ 10
IQ ↣ 170
Charm ↣ 350
Mg ↣ 100/100
Shop ↣ Purchase anything
School ↣ Necromancy
↣ Swordswomen
Affinity ↣ Ice - Level 2
↣ Dark - Level 1
↣ Light - Level 3
Spell ↣ Shadow reanimate (2%)
↣ Shockwave destruction(1%)
↣ Healing(4%)
Inventory ↣ $10000| Twins swords of creation
===
Jass internally softly chuckled at the transparent screen hovering before her eyes.
As far as she could recall, whenever she opened her status window, everything around her froze, including time itself.
The world would only resume its normal flow after she closed the status display. During this pause, she too was unable to move just like the novel mentioned.
The ranking system will be a separate matter.
Since It would be different once she climbed to the upper heavens, adopting a new structure to reflect the higher realm.
===
This ranking system applies to all races.
1 ↣ Novice
2 ↣Senior
3 ↣ Champion
4 ↣ Adept
5 ↣ Sage
Each rank is divided into four distinct stages:
1 ↣ Awakened
2 ↣ Beginner
3 ↣ Expert
4 ↣ Master
Individuals progress through these stages as they develop their skills and power within their respective tiers. The element has no limit. It will chart up as this is dependent on a person's talent and hard work.
===
"I see!"
Jass nodded in understanding and dismissed the screen window.
She couldn't help but ponder her role in the novel, which seemed oddly minimal.
Intriguingly, the villainess character appeared more complex than initially assumed.
She was questioning the origin of her demonic bloodline. It was not given by the system or was gifted by anyone.
While the story's antagonist was indeed a demon, Jass copying in mind that the primary adversaries facing the hero were actually a god and a fox queen - Clone the origins of first heroine.
Reflecting on her knowledge of the narrative, Jass mused on a few matters.
'I'm uncertain about the villainess's fate beyond her demise. Though I'm well-versed in five out of the eight volumes, the source of this demonic lineage has eluded me. It wasn't updated in the novel or any supplementary information on the browser.'
Curious, she addressed the system.
"Is it possible this world contains elements that are not in my awareness?"
The system replied.
"Yes and no. There are several aspects of presence that the author neither included nor envisioned. Even few of the major forthcoming events will be accurate. You have the power to commute to the future if you should designate."
"Oh!"
Jass observed the commotion outside with detached indifference.
The clock struck midnight, heralding her birthday - a day that held no significance for her or the story's antagonist.
There was a fireworks exploding noise in the distance, their cacophony falling on deaf ears.
"Can't do it in silence? Or in the forest? So others won't be disturbed."
She mumbled without any kind of emotion. A fleeting thought of her father crossed her mind, quickly freedom as irrelevant sentimentality.
She exited the room, surveying the expansive hotel she now controlled.
The property, acquired through the original owner's cunning machinations, stood as a proof to her predecessor's ruthlessness.
The novel's villain, an orphan of exceptional intellect, had orchestrated her ascent with cold precision.
On the Villainess's thirteenth birthday that 'benevolent soul,' the chairman of this hotel, had taken her in, oblivious to the viper in their middle of night.
Years later, that same benefactor met a criminal and was murdered, conveniently bequeathing all assets to their adopted charge — Jass.
"Efficient, if nothing else it is goodwill for me."
Jass doesn't have a clinical appreciation for the meticulous planning involved.
The victim, a solitary figure without familial ties, had unwittingly set the stage for their own downfall.
Time had marched on since that calculated 'accident,' leaving Jass to ponder the calculated cruelty of her predecessor.
The adoptive parent's misplaced affection had proven a fatal weakness for them, one expertly exploited by the novel's one of the antagonists.
"Very quiet."
Jass found that her own footsteps were resounding through the vacant corridors of the hotel.
The establishment was much like a deserted, its usual bustle replaced by an unrequired stillness.
All of the staff and guests alike were absent, savouring their holiday elsewhere.
This world is also a blend of fantasy elements and contemporary technology, glass the early 2020s in many aspects.
It is just that Magic and modernity coexisted in this reality.
***
Jass was seeking a change of scenery and ventured to a nearby forest.
The lush greenery provided a stark contrast to the urban landscape she had just left behind. As she wandered among the trees, her mind drifted to the beginning of the academic or campus term.
True to the events of the first volume, classes were set to commence on January 3rd.
Jass had already formulated a strategy: she would immerse herself in campus life while keeping a vigilant eye on the story's protagonist and his potential love interests.
This surveillance, she reasoned, would prove advantageous to her own agenda.
In this world, students entering campus are at least 17 years old.
Each individual has a unique ability or transformation called 'diffusion.'
It permits them to harness the ambient magical energy of the world to strengthen their bodies and enhance their capabilities.
Jass dashed into the forest to assess her newfound powers.
She belonged to a rare category, obtained two distinct classes - It was a kind of trait only 1% people will have in all of the living beings' population.
In comparison, the story's hero boasted three classes: Necromancy, Close Combat, and Swordsmanship and many more superpowers.
Rather than feeling envious, Jass accredited her greatest facility - the System.
Overall, she also understood that even with this advantage, success would require intense effort and dedication to be the strongest in the universe.
"Where have all the beasts gone? I want to have a small battle."
She contemplated aloud, a sardonic grin playing on her lips.
Finding no magical creatures to test her skills against, she pushed herself through rigorous exercises until exhaustion set in.
After tiredness, she climbed a tree and made herself comfortable among its branches.
While it was primarily too awkward, but her past life experiences and the original owner's adaptability made the improvised sleeping arrangement tolerable.
Rising with the dawn, Jass threw herself into practising various martial arts forms.
As fortune would have it, just as she paused to catch her breath - body weary but spirit invigorated - she spotted a magical winged lion in the early morning light after her exercise route.
"At last, a test subject showed up before I went back."
Jass muttered, brushing away beads of perspiration from her brow. She deeply locked eyes with the majestic lion beast, it has wings, sensing the palpable tension in the air.
Their shared gaze conveyed a silent ultimatum: flee or face the consequences.
To the opposite of her expectations, the male lion spoke, its voice resonating with authority.
"Human, why do you trespass in my domain? Have you no regard for your own mortality or death? If not, prepare to assemble with the eternal slumber."
Undaunted, Jass took a stylish combative posture, her lips curling into a provocative grin.
"Come now, oversized kitten!"
"... GRRAAAAOOOWWRRR"