[Name: Alex]
[Charisma: 5]
[Health: 9]
[Strength: 7]
[Wisdom: 9]
[Dexterity: 7]
[Luck: 1]
[Creativity: 4]
[Cooking: 3]
[Empathy: 3]
Dramathor placed a tiny gauntlet to his chin, assuming a pose of deep thought.
"Ah, a fair question. Allow me to enlighten you!"
He leapt onto Alex's nightstand, pointing his miniature sword dramatically at the ceiling.
"In the grand tapestry of life, most commoners—uh, normal humans—possess stats ranging from 1 to 5. This represents the average capability of your kind."
He paced back and forth, his cape trailing behind him.
Alex leaned forward, intrigued despite himself.
"So, I started at the bottom of the barrel with ones and twos, huh?"
Alex remembered his not so generous stats before.
"Precisely!"
Dramathor affirmed, wagging a finger.
"For Health, a 3 or 4 means robust vitality—someone who rarely falls ill or tires easily. But a 9? That, my dear master, is approaching peak human resilience! You could outrun most mortals, withstand the harshest of colds, or survive a mild tumble off a rooftop."
"Mild tumble?" Alex blinked.
"I said mild," Dramathor reiterated, his tiny arms crossed.
"What about the others?" Alex asked, scrolling through his stats.
"Strength, at a 7, makes you quite formidable—stronger than most, though not yet at heroic levels. Dexterity and Wisdom at 7 and 9 mean you are swift of hand and sharp of mind. Charisma at 5—well, you are almost charming. Luck, however…" Dramathor trailed off, his visor dimming slightly.
Alex sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Luck's still trash."
"But!" Dramathor exclaimed, raising his sword. "Your creativity and empathy have grown as well, marks of a hero's developing spirit. Together, these stats make you a force to be reckoned with—at least among mortals."
Alex smirked, closing the app. "Guess I'm not so bad after all."
"So, what's your stats master?"
Dramathor asked as he jumped on Alex shoulder.
"I've already shown you."
Alex tried to avoid the question and prepared to go to school.
"Not that. Your stats before the... ohh... boost."
Dramathor poke his cheek with his sword as he tried to balance on Alex moving shoulder.
Later that day, Alex found himself navigating the chaos of campus life.
Dramathor floated invisibly beside him, shouting enthusiastic commentary about everything from the pigeons in the courtyard ("Spies, no doubt!") to the daring fashion choices of passing students.
"Can't you keep it down?" Alex whispered.
"But master," Dramathor said indignantly, "a true hero must be vigilant! Who knows what dangers lurk within these halls of learning?"
Alex sighed, deciding to ignore the tiny knight.
"Alex!" a familiar voice called.
Brook Adams jogged toward him, clutching a stack of papers that looked ready to collapse. His oversized backpack swung precariously as he approached.
"Hey, man! You've gotta help me!" Brook said, panting.
"What's the emergency this time?" Alex asked warily.
"Group project. Deadline tomorrow. I may or may not have volunteered us to present on the influence of ancient Roman architecture on modern building designs."
"Why would you do that?" Alex groaned.
"Because no one else would, and, uh… I thought it sounded cool?"
Brook grinned sheepishly.
"We're not even in the same class! You're first year right?."
Alex argued. Although he doesn't mind helping his friends, he's still quite lazy about it.
"We could ask for help, hehe." Brook smirk as he put his hands on Alex shoulder, preventing him from running away.
Dramathor, who had been listening intently, puffed out his chest. "Fear not, for I shall assist!"
"Please don't," Alex muttered.
The rest of the afternoon was a whirlwind of poorly managed research, comedic disasters, and Brook's relentless enthusiasm.
At one point, Dramathor decided to "help" by boosting Alex's Wisdom stat temporarily.
Alex, suddenly flooded with architectural trivia that he once read but forgotten already, rattled off obscure facts about aqueducts and amphitheaters with alarming precision.
"Dude, how do you know all this?" Brook asked, wide-eyed.
"Uh… Wikipedia?" Alex said weakly, shooting a glare at the glowing knight hovering smugly above his shoulder.
When Brook spilled coffee all over their notes, Dramathor leapt into action, brandishing his sword and shouting, "Fear not! I shall vanquish this vile beverage!"
Alex slapped his forehead. "It's coffee, not a dragon. Just grab some napkins!"
By the end of the day, the presentation materials were somehow complete, though Alex wasn't sure how much of that was thanks to Dramathor or in spite of him.
That evening, as Alex walked home, he reflected on the day's events.
"Master you seem... happy."
Dramathor sitting on his shoulder asked. During the day, his master keeps complaining about the troublesome tasked. However, he doesn't seem annoyed by it and even enjoyed it.
"Am I?... It's always good when it's time to go home." Alex replied, not admitting to the fact the he liked what he did today.
Although he was quite lazy but after the app appeared, his life change and he became more productive. Alex can't deny that it's good but it felt like he was just moving because the app told him so.
Doing this kind of things without the app quest makes him feel more relief.
"Master, based on your original you are quite lazy per... ugghhhh..."
Before Dramathor finished his sentence, he was flicked by Alex, sending him tumbling on air.
The morning air was crisp, and Alex shuffled into the lecture hall feeling the weight of regret.
Brook had given him a knowing grin earlier, but Alex had avoided any pre-presentation banter. What was there to say? All Alex had contributed was clicking "next" on the slides.
As their group was called up to present, Alex took his place at the laptop. Brook stepped up to the podium, radiating confidence.
"Good morning, everyone!" Brook began with a wide, animated grin. "Today, we'll be exploring how Roman architecture has influenced modern design. Buckle up, because this is going to be a fun ride!"
Alex sighed. Brook's energy was almost contagious, but it couldn't make up for the fact that Alex felt like an accessory to the presentation.
The first slide appeared, and Brook launched into a detailed explanation of aqueducts, their historical significance, and how they inspired modern water systems.
Occasionally, Brook would glance at Alex and nod, signaling him to click to the next slide. Alex obliged, though his mind wandered.