"It’s okay, I do jogging in the morning, so don’t worry about me," he said, giving her an easy smile.

The girl looked crestfallen but quickly covered it up. They were brand new neighbors. She’d try again. She smiled, bidding him a good night, then took off.

Clyde’s face fell when she left. Why did he have to put up with this shit? He’d feel like the scum of the earth if he took advantage of the poor girl. Also, he didn’t want her to become the heroine.

He remembered what was on his stats page. Main character. If there was going to be a heroine, at least give him someone with a higher level. Someone who could help him defeat the Viper. He just hoped the Viper wasn’t some other human or being existing from another world. Someone kidnapped and placed into this game.

He tossed a detergent pad into the dishwasher then after it was loaded and good to go, turned it on.

Clyde viewed his stat page after showering.

Name: Clyde

Level: 1.

Type: Main character/ Stone.

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

Attack: 4.

Defense: 2.

Speed: 6.

Luck: 1.

Will: 4

Intellect: 9.

Form: 0.

Special: ???

Special Abilities: none.

Skills: Athlete: 10% bonus to speed and Will.

Magic: None learned.

Talent: Main character stuff.

Inventory:

110 dollars.

Map of Lot City, Satovia.

Smartphone.

Key.

Form had zero? What did it mean? At least his intelligence took the position as highest stat. He’d be insulted if it didn’t. Special remained clouded in a mystery of question marks. Did that mean he’d have to gain a special ability first?

Clyde recognized Athlete as a passive skill. As long as he trained his body every morning, he’d keep the boost, right?

Perhaps the most insulting thing was his talent. Main character stuff? What in the hell—he tried to click on it, highlight—anything that could possibly make it elaborate. Nothing happened. The screen was there to display and vanish.

As Clyde drifted off the sleep, his brain racked on stats, the next anime trope, and so on. He decided if Harumi was going to be his neighbor anyway, he’d befriend her. He just couldn’t get close in case she triggered something that would make her an impossibly avoidable nuisance.

Clyde shook off the douchebag thoughts. If someone’s just trying to be nice, don’t be an ass. He’d remember that. Maybe.