After a brief moment of disorientation, Lucas reflexively clutches his stomach and starts leaning forward, gasping for a deep breath. When his eyes snap open mid-motion, his face is enthusiastically greeted by a vaguely familiar tattered and soiled plastic bag. Freezing in this position for a few seconds before realizing he's not in any pain, he slowly reaches up to grab and hold the repeat offender bag. Lowering his gaze, he stares at the familiar hand holding the happily billowing scrap of plastic. Waiting a few moments more the direction of the wind shifts and he gently releases the bag, watching it float away in front of him with a blank expression.
'This... Well then. I guess that's better than barely holding on while bleedin’ out. Hmm... knock knock super system, or whatever the hell you said you're called, ya still there?'
Blinking a few times, Lucas raises the focus of his gaze and notices the old woman struggling with her luggage. He opens and closes his fist a few times, not experiencing any notable difference from his state before his latest reincarnation.
[Bzzt... Rebirth complete with calibrations successful. Greetings host, this is your assigned system #427 of the Superhero Enhancement System. How may I assist you?]
'Honestly, I have so many questions I don't even know where to begin. First off, you're 427 from now on I am not gonna bother with the full name. Second, assuming ya even had any control over it, why roll back to specifically right now... and in the same body to boot? Third, are there any side effects I should know about..? Eh, I'll stop there for now.'
[Name acknowledged, I will respond accordingly, henceforth.]
[To answer your questions; finding and replacing a new suitable vessel with a sufficient Good Deeds Value requires more system resources than a rollback. As for this precise moment in time, it had been marked as a failed attempt at a Good Deed, please adjust your actions accordingly. Similar minor events are rarely eligible for a rollback, this has been performed as a courtesy service.]
[Please continue to accrue additional Good Deeds Value in order to further increase your enhancement bonuses. The intent for action on a failed performance still generates 1/10th of the potential Good Deeds Value. Meanwhile, ignoring a flagged event will result in a penalty equal to half of the estimated Good Deeds Value of the task. The only potential negative side-effects will occur after a net loss exceeding 1.0 Good Deeds Value has been generated in a 24-hour time span.]
[Your current Good Deeds Value is 2.3. Please be aware, you are currently the only detected human with a Good Deeds Value greater than 1.0 on this planet.]
Briefly rendered speechless, Lucas's left eye twitches before he takes a deep breath, then he approaches the elderly woman.
'Do me a favor and shorten how you refer to this... value. GDV? Yeah, GDV. Good enough. Anyway, you're saying that intent and the end result are all that matter, not how it's executed? Whelp, I already know she won't trust me if I'm nice so... Guess it's time to act more like a local.'
[Correct. However the... GDV can still be adjusted by negative actions at any time. For example, excessive destruction of property in order to prevent a lesser danger.]
'Uh, excessive? Whatever, this is all a bit much sooooo... Time to just roll with it.'
Having come to his own conclusions, Lucas scowls at the old woman and grabs the two heaviest-looking suitcases of the bunch without giving her a chance to react, casually carrying them as if they were weightless.
"It feels like I'm gonna be the one to die from old age just from watchin' you, you're so slow it's pissin' me off. Where are you takin' this trash? I'm just gonna keep gettin' fuckin annoyed seein' you until this is over with, hag." Lucas flexes his amateur acting skills, somehow with a degree of success.
At first, the old woman glares sharply at Lucas in response to his tone and actions. But, after realizing he's impatiently staring at her, waiting for her to tell him where to go, and not running off with her belongings, she relaxes a bit. A moment more and she realizes that there's basically nothing she could do about it anyway, given how effortlessly he's holding everything. Going along with it, she grabs the handle on the last small wheeled bag and walks through the crosswalk, like there is nothing at all strange about this.
"Hmph, just bring it to the quick scan counter at the subway station two blocks ahead for me then, if you're gonna be like that. Don't think I'm gonna pay you for it though, brat." Little granny's voice has significantly less venom compared to their first interaction. Glancing briefly over her shoulder and seeing him follow her quietly, a small smile sneaks onto her face after she's facing straight ahead again.
[Congratulations, upon successful completion of this task your previous .01 GDV from intent shall be replaced with the full reward GDV of .1, bringing your total GDV to 2.39. Please continue completing all subsequent GDV related tasks.]
Lucas stiffens momentarily, an expression of legitimate anger taking over his face while he goes about being an errand boy.
'So little!? Too stingy! Wait, what the hell would it take to lose an entire point in one day!?'
[...As previously stated, it would be the result of a cumulative net change in value. Presumably, you would need to perform several negative actions in a row in order to have such a significant impact on your GDV. The number of individuals affected also plays a large part in the formula when determining value changes, for both positive and negative adjustments.]
‘...Oh. I guess that makes sense. One little ol’ lady doesn’t really matter much in the grand scheme of things, yeah?’
[That is correct. But even small acts of kindness have an impact on the world, and as such, still deserve recognition, even if it is only via a small value change. Please keep that in mind, and behave accordingly.]
‘Eh, Whatever.’
[...]
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Lucas deaths this chapter: 0
Lucas total deaths: 2
Lucas current GDV: 2.39
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Little character theater:
Lucas, still sulking a bit over his rate of gains: Hey, would ya do something about 427? He's so… ugh. Wait, we didn't even catch up to the last time I died, get back here!
A certain confused system #427: [I'm so what? Error, does not compute, additional data required.]
Author, softly: Shhhh, everyone knows the first chapter should be longer than the following ones.
Coming back up into daylight from the gloom of the subway station, Lucas squints briefly as he adjusts to the change in brightness, shielding his eyes with a hand temporarily. Now in high spirits, he softly hums tunelessly to himself as he sets out for what was once upon a time his initial destination; his favorite pizza place.'Only had to elbow five people away, I'm impressed. I gotta say, that guy that tested my grip on the handle gettin’ completely knocked over when I shoved him with the suitcase was pretty great. That look on his face was priceless. It all bein’ followed up by that granny stuttering awkwardly before managing to say thank you was definitely the best part though, I could tell that she hasn't said it in... sheesh, years?'
Trigger Warning: This chapter features the first instance of real gore.After having mostly composed himself, Lucas now wields a cardboard box full of beer and garlic knots upon his left shoulder, with the treasured pizza box held before him. He is still making a conscious effort to stay calm, however, his mind keeps uncontrollably drifting back to the newly discovered knowledge of his... contractual obligations.Walking the few blocks back to his apartment, he does his best to project an aura of, 'want my pizza? Fuck around and find out.' Thankfully, every covetous look upon his illustrious cardboard is successfully glared away by him.Being fully aware of Lucas's foul mood, 427 has tacitly stayed silent throughout his journey home.
When Lucas makes it to the door of his apartment, he drops the knife on the ground. He shakily pulls his keys from his pocket, further smearing bloody debris on his clothes, and slowly fumbles through unlocking the four external locks. Once the door is open, he kicks the knife inside, then staggers in after it. Once inside, he hurriedly sets the boxes down on the floor by the doorway, closing the door behind him by kicking his shoes back at it. He dashes to his bathroom to wash his hands with hot water, not stopping until the third complete cycle of scrubbing them. With the sink still running, he braces himself against
For what somehow simultaneously feels like both an eternity yet also just a moment, Lucas trembles with stomach-churning disorientation. Startling awake and gasping deeply, his unfocused eyes snap open, looking up at a yellow-stained large-paneled ceiling. Vision clearing as he gets his bearings, he finds that he is currently slumped across two chairs next to a thick round solid metal table that is bolted to the ground. With one hand on the table, he dazedly pulls himself upright. He slowly looks down at the casual clothes and unzipped hoodie he is wearing before looking up again with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.'Wai… Wha? This is… Why did I go back again?'[You… You didn't do it intentionally? You were chugging alcohol that would be better used as rocket fuel or paint stripper rather tha
With his eyes fixed on the treacherous purse, Lucas swallows nervously.'It won't be very long before he shows up right? What should I do 427, just immediately grab the bag back and find a way to disarm him, but then let him run off? It's not like I can restrain him and turn him in to the police, they'd probably just laugh me away if I even tried. It doesn't feel like it's enough though...'[While that would count as a successful GDV task completion, you don't want to let him off that easily do you? I understand you're probably still traumatized from last time, but you don't have to let him go unscathed. Break an arm or two perhaps?]Lucas's nervous expression falls from his face, instead, his mouth stretches into a sinister smile.
With the flush starting to slowly fade from his face, Lucas slams the door of his apartment shut by leaning back against it heavily. Taking a few deep breaths, he then kicks off his shoes and goes to set the pizza plus partners down on his coffee table. Once his hands are free, he heads back over, re-locking the door. Feeling some semblance of security, he heads into the kitchenette to wash his hands, grabbing the confiscated jagged knife on the way and tossing it into the sink before promptly ceasing to care about it.Returning to the patched-up sofa, now wielding a butter knife, Lucas closes his eyes for a moment in silent directionless prayer before opening the box to see the damage."Nooo, my baby! Look how they massacred my boy." He mourns aloud, witnessing the majority of cheese and sausage being stuck to the lid of the
Lucas spends some time lounging on his patched-up sofa, waiting out the peak of laziness from overeating. With his laptop balanced on his stomach, he pokes about between a few different games, but doesn't really get into any of them.'After everything that's happened recently, I'm completely out of it, sheesh. Also, it feels a bit weird knowing you're always just… Over there listening 427.'[If you're not gonna be relaxing anyway, you could always go out and…]'I am NOT going out grinding minor missions. Bleh, I was always the type to skip unnecessary side quests in RPGs.' Lucas mimes a gagging motion in the middle of the thought in a demonstration.[...Just saying. It may feel li
After a peaceful night spent at home failing to come up with a satisfactory supervillain name for himself, Lucas now sits hunched over a half-eaten bowl of soggy generic store-brand cereal. With a distinctive brown cowlick and his eyes barely open, he sulks down at the offending cereal in a futile attempt at pinning the entirely of the blame for his failure upon it.'This is way harder than I thought it would be. Any other time you could ask me for random villain names and I totally would come up with a bunch, but now that it's for myself I'm just… It doesn't help that there aren't any cool thematic words for simply being stronger than normal.'[Perhaps a change in scenery would help?]'...You really want me to go questin', don't you?'