4 Ch 3. What's With These Stats?

Name: Jessica

Class: Maid

Strength 97

Reaction 113

Spirit 85

Intelligence 92

Luck 80

Skills:

Cleaning – Rank C Lvl 4 – Do you really need to know about this? Fine, it's how to clean, to pick up trash and dispose of it properly. As well as how to properly dust and mop.

Tea Making – Rank D Lvl 2 – Ah, now here's something useful! With this, you won't need to drag around One Hell Of A Butler anymore, though you don't wear an eye patch, do you? Either way, go ahead and make some tea, just make sure it's higher ranked, otherwise it'll be terrible.

Staring at that strange screen, the maid would fidget nervously since I was also looking straight at her chest. Though why worry about that, what the hell is up with these skills? It honestly appears as if whoever wrote them were being dicky about it. Whatever, whatever focus! Okay, so... Those stats just about answer it for me.

Letting out a deep sigh, I'd close my eyes now, reaching up to rub them while mumbling in annoyance, "So fucking high, no wonder I can barely lift it..." Grumbling angrily, I'd finally open my eyes and looking at the maid I'd give a smile. "Thank you for your assistance, I'd like to be alone now though."

The woman would nod and give some perfunctory response before hurrying out. Thankfully leaving the tea, which I'd strain to sip while trying to figure out what to do. "Okay, so I'm far too weak, I need to get stronger. Maybe not up to what normal people have but... At least to wear I can hold a fucking tea cup." Shaking my head, I'd hop down off the chair and began to pace the room.

"Let's see, I should start with some exercises to see if it causes any changes. Plus I didn't see a stat for stamina, is that linked to strength? No, if so I'd be winded just from walking... Maybe as a game character I have unlimited stamina? But what would drain when I use skills, or could skills have a cool down or drain something else when I use them?" Round and round my questions went, and before I knew it, I had managed to circuit my relatively large room something like a hundred times!

Yet even with so many round and round trips, I didn't get tired and it really wasn't until I heard a knock on the door that I'd come out of my thoughts and realized what I had done. Looking at myself, at how little I sweated and how un-winded I felt. It was strange, but surprising. Door! Shit, "Come in!" I'd call out while hurrying over to the chair, climbing back up into it just as the door opened. It was that butler, Alfred, who came in again. Like with the maid, I'd think to scan him, wanting to find out his stats and skills.

Name: Alfred Helmsford

Class:Butler/Soldier/Spy/Assassin/Swordsman

Strength 163

Reaction 183

Spirit 129

Intelligence 109

Luck 100

Skills:

Too Damned Many to Count – why are you looking at this? If he's an enemy then you're already dead. If he's not, then don't worry, he still knows every way to make you disappear, so be nice to him.

What... The fuck... Those stats, hell that skill! Looking at that man, I think I kinda maybe tinkled myself a little bit. A shiver of fear ran down my spine as I quickly had the menu closed, gulping as the butler continued walking, not even noticing that I scanned his stats. Realizing he didn't notice, I'd slightly relax... Though I think I was still death gripping the edge of my seat.

It wasn't until he approached closer and refilled my tea cup that I'd sigh and relax completely, looking at him as I'd say. "I... Seem to remember more... You're Helmsford, right? The... The family butler...?" I'd sound wary, worried that I got it wrong. But, thankfully he'd smile and look relieved. "That's correct Young Master! It's so very good that your memories are returning." Realizing I may have fucked up there, but had also dodged a dangerous bullet, I'd sigh in relief once again, finally shaking my head.

"I-It's not much Helmsford, just... It was like a vague identity in the back of my mind. I don't remember my parents names yet, nor even fully understand my own identity." Looking at him for a moment I'd then reach for a cookie, nibbling on it before continuing. "I think, if I could look at some books, it might help my memories. Would it be okay for me to read? I think I can do that... Perhaps."

As I'd look at him, hopeful, I'd realize I may have fucked up cause he was looking at me strangely. Tensing up, I'd shiver in fear and worry before he'd finally smile and would respond, "I'll talk to your father, but I will do my best Young Master." Hearing that I'd relax once again, and would then shudder. Tensing up so much, it can't be good for me. Alfred would notice the shudder though and would say thoughtfully, "Perhaps you should rest some more, it looks as if you may still be sick." Sick? But, I was poisoned, wasn't I?