Chapter 94: Flaw of Unparalleled Handsome Arcane Human.
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◈ Flaw: The Trickster
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◈ Description: You are the lie that became truth, a soul so soaked in deceit that even honesty bends around you.
No god trusts your tongue, no ally trusts your grin. The Trickster’s curse ensures your wit always hides your intent and your truth sounds like mockery.
Your smile is your shield, your cage, and your sin.
You cannot speak sincerity without it turning into a riddle.
The world laughs with you because it fears what you would say if you stopped.
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◈ Effects:
✦ Cannot speak the truth of important plans or intentions directly to others.
✦ Permanently carries a subtle aura of falsehood, making others instinctively distrust your words.
✦ a Trickster must always maintain a faint smile or composed facade. Trying to show natural emotions causes inner pain or instability.
✦ A Trickster can, under no circumstances, share their true feelings to anyone directly.
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"Fucking hell... what is this shit?"
I couldn’t help but curse out loud.
My previous flaw had already been a pain in the ass
but apparently, that wasn’t enough for the universe.
No, it had to level up too.
Why?
Seriously, why?
At this point, I really wanted to know what kind of grudge this damned universe had against me.
Because clearly, it wasn’t content with just screwing me over, it wanted to make it personal.
I had noticed the name change in my Flaw the second I opened my status and I did the only mature thing: ignored it.
I told myself it was just a rename. A rebrand. Nothing major.
But the universe, being the vindictive comedian it is, handed me four flaws under one banner.
Still, whining wasn’t going to help.
So I took a breath, steadied my very handsome nerves and decided to read it properly.
The first thing I saw was the description.
And, of course, it was the same kind of poetic bullshit as before.
I honestly didn’t even know what the point of these flowery lines was anymore.
Were they trying to elegantly showcase my screw-ups? Or were they just another cosmic prank to mess with my already fragile sanity?
Because as far as I remembered, Noah’s status didn’t have any of this overly dramatic nonsense.
His window was plain, boring and functional like a corporate employee who has lost all hope, dreams and social life.
So, why was my status window so poetic?
Tsk.
I guess even the system couldn’t resist the urge to play tricks on a trickster.
Real funny, universe. Real fucking funny.
The effects were straightforward.
I couldn’t share my plans or intentions with anyone—That was the first effect.
But the way it only had the prefix "important" attached to it... yeah, that said a lot.
It meant I couldn’t share important plans or intentions.
So apparently, the universe trusted me enough to talk about lunch or travel schedules, just not anything that actually mattered.
The second effect granted me an Aura of Falsehood.
Which, in simple terms, meant I would automatically look like a scammer to everyone around me.
A flawless flaw. How poetic.
A curse tailor-made for someone whose entire existence revolved around tricking others.
I mean, seriously, how the hell am I supposed to trick anyone when they can’t even trust me to say "hello"?
At this rate, I’ll have to rebrand myself as an honest scammer.
You know, the kind who warns you he’s lying before he does it.
At least that would be... authentic.
Still, there was a contradiction here that even I couldn’t ignore.
My Myth — The One Who Scammed Hel — had an effect that literally made my lies sound more holy.
And now my flaw made it nearly impossible for anyone to trust me.
So, which was it, universe?
Was I supposed to be a divine con artist or an honest disappointment?
Pick a lane.
Still, the wording was different.
Maybe—just maybe—the flaw only made people wary of me at first.
Like a built-in social debuff.
But if I managed to push past that initial distrust... if I kept the conversation going, weaving lies like the charming bastard I am, then maybe the Myth would kick in.
Holy lies, divine scams, celestial bullshit—whatever it was called.
Yeah... maybe it all balanced out.
In a completely messed-up, cosmic-irony kind of way.
The third effect was similar to my previous flaw... but something was different this time.
It gave me options.
My face would still stay composed but it wasn’t locked that way anymore. I could consciously control it now.
Progress, right?
Except, of course, there was a catch.
There’s always a fucking catch.
I couldn’t show my true emotions.
Not even if I wanted to.
So now I could pretend to feel, just not actually show it.
But from the way it was phrased, "natural emotions" were the only thing off-limits.
Which meant I could fake emotions all I wanted.
It was kind of tricky, though.
There was a penalty if I ever let my true emotions reach my face, something about "pain" and "inner stability."
I had no idea how much pain that meant or what the hell inner stability even was supposed to be.
But I guess I’ll find out the fun way... when I accidentally try to smile like a normal person.
The final flaw was just the cherry on top of my complete loner kit.
It made me unable to share or express my true feelings with anyone... directly.
By this point, I could see the pattern loud and clear.
The universe didn’t just want to inconvenience me, it wanted me to suffer alone.
Every single one of these damn flaws was crafted with surgical precision to isolate me.
To turn me into a one-man circus, laughing while the tent burns.
But fine...
If that’s what the universe wants, then I’ll play along.
I’ll keep laughing.
I’ll keep smiling.
And I’ll burn the whole damn tent down myself, just so it’s on my terms.
With that thought, I turned to the final part of my status window.
The part where the real rewards were hidden.
My Skills.
And, most likely, where I would finally find the Card of Arcana listed because it sure as hell wasn’t anywhere else.
I focused on the Registered Skillstab and a new window appeared before me.
Time to see what kind of miracle... or disappointment... I had gotten myself this time.