How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

Hill's fingers swiped rapidly across the phone; his hand speed was truly impressive...

The relevant news articles were found and presented to Sirocco. Under Sirocco's instructions, the key articles were selected for review.

After checking it over, Sirocco breathed a sigh of relief.

No one realized that they were the instigator of this incident.

At least the news reports aimed at the public didn't mention it at all.

If large guilds or major organizations like the Tuners find out about me, my peaceful life will be over.

It's time to secretly use this skill to grind monsters like crazy, level up rapidly, reach the pinnacle of life, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, and amaze everyone!

...bullshit.

Sirocco's high mood quickly subsided.

Shooting one is more powerful than dropping a nuclear bomb, the commotion is ridiculously large. If you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. If you shoot too many, you'll definitely be discovered sooner or later.

Is this just about draining your magic and stamina, and then collapsing and waiting to die after each ejaculation?

My goal is to take down the blond guy, not to kill the victim and the female protagonist along with myself.

Is being able to use skills I haven't learned a blessing from the world, or did I encounter something I shouldn't have?

Or has the system awakened?

But I didn't see any window, and I didn't hear any sounds in my head...

The more Sirocco thought about it, the more his head felt throbbing.

Speaking of other skills, how about them?

Is it possible to use later-stage skills, or is it that only the "Pure Black Annihilation Ray" skill can be used?

Let's conduct an experiment to see if other late-game skills can be used.

What if I also get equipment or something? Wouldn't that be a huge windfall?

Sirocco, eager to try, immediately said, "Hill, I want to go..."

Underground city.

As if sensing something, Hill silently grasped Sirocco's hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him.

Seeing the pitiful look on her face, Sirocco swallowed back the words she wanted to say.

"...Brother just earned a lot of crystal cores from killing monsters. After exchanging them for money in the dungeon hall, brother will treat you to dinner. Let's go back and play 'Little Dream Demon 3', I really want to play games."

Hill's eyes widened.

"Brother, really? You mean it! But your injury..."

"It's nothing." Sirocco sat up straight easily and stretched. "My strength has been restored without me even realizing it. I'm fully charged."

Anyway, it was already late at night, and it wasn't safe for me to go to the dungeon to experiment with these things by myself.

Tomorrow is the weekend, so we can try it out slowly.

As Sirocco bent down to change his shoes, the ends of his hair fell down, and he suddenly saw a flash of white.

"?"

It's my own hair.

Her hair turned white.

"Hill, lend me a mirror!"

"Give."

When the mirror reflected his face, Sirocco was shocked.

Who is this beautiful girl?

His pale green eyes widened slightly in surprise.

I don't remember wearing colored contact lenses.

Delicate and soft cheeks, skin so smooth it seems to break at a touch.

Her long, white hair cascaded down her cheeks like the purest snow of early winter, a sight to behold and a work of art.

Sirocco thought of what the nurse had said.

Aftereffects.

25. Is the white-haired person also myself?

Sirocco pulled the white sheet over himself and reached down.

The holy sword remains.

That didn't happen.

Fortunately, she didn't become a beautiful girl; her face just looks more like one.

"Hill, this hospital also offers cosmetic services? Not only is my hair white, but my skin is also... smoother and brighter?"

"The nurse said it seems to be a stress-induced hair color change caused by a sudden overconsumption of magic power?"

Hair color mutation? Are you sure it's not a species mutation?

Sirocco also figured it out: the white hair was a side effect of excessive magic consumption, and the improved skin was due to the increase in level.

I thought I'd become more masculine after the upgrade, but why is my skin so smooth and delicate now? Why do I have big eyes, long eyelashes, and pink lips? My cuteness has transcended gender boundaries... Why am I so mesmerized by myself?!

My dream is to be a super tough guy like a Space Marine!

never mind...

The only cost of using such a large-scale AOE spell is free hair dyeing and loss of consciousness, so it's not a bad deal.

Feeling comforted, Sirocco resisted the urge to smash the mirror and returned it to Hill with a dark expression on his face.

Hill said shyly and awkwardly, "Cheer up, brother! Hill thinks you're even more handsome now!"

"Since you like it so much, how about I dye your hair white?"

"No, Hill's attribute is blonde hair and twin tails, while both of them have white hair, so wouldn't that clash with my brother's attribute?"

Sirocco's inner monologue: Role repetition.

Speaking of which, her profile picture is Dante... she seems to have a thing for white-haired characters.

Has Hill's favorability inexplicably increased, making her more popular with her sister?

What kind of garbage is this?

The principle is one thing, but it's hard to accept psychologically.

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Hill's room.

Sirocco and Hill sat on the carpet, watching the screen and playing games with controllers in hand, with tissue boxes, chips, drinks, and other snacks beside them.

"Hill, you're really good. Watching you play is a real treat."

Hill smiled and gave a "V" sign.

"Hehehe, Hill beat the second generation with his feet, easy peasy. But my brother's skills have gotten much worse."

"...This controller is limiting my skills. If you switch to a mouse, I'll definitely speedrun it for you."

In my previous life, I didn't have much time to touch a game controller; I played more pay-to-win mobile games or PC games.

I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 10:30 p.m.

On the way home from the hospital, I wore my newly bought gray baseball cap the whole time. When my parents saw my white hair, they couldn't stop laughing (why did they find it funny?).

"Sorry, Hill, I'm really sleepy. Let's play again tomorrow?"

He boasted that he could clear the game tonight, but it took him four hours to get past half of Sirocco.

"Brother, go and rest first. Hill isn't sleepy at all. Tomorrow is Sunday, and Hill is going to play all night."

"You don't often stay up all night, do you? Be careful not to die suddenly."

"It's alright! Hill's body is used to staying up late, there's no problem at all."

Hill looked radiant, and Sirocco couldn't help but admire his sister's perseverance as a player.

Just as Sirocco finished saying goodnight and opened the door to go back to his room, Hill sidled up behind him:

Goodnight, Sirocco. A lot happened today, but I really had a great time. Let's play together again next time.

"Hill?"

The way she addressed me was different from before, and the whispers that lingered in my ear were alluring and sweet.

Turning around, I saw that the door was closed, and the air was filled with a faint scent of lemon and honey.

The flickering light leaking through the crack in the door proved that my sister was already engrossed in the game.

Sirocco didn't consider it a misperception, but he was too lazy to continue verifying it.