My Gift Level 9999 소설 & 이야기

{Basic security completed!} {Basic agricultural and livestock capacity completed!} {Basic storage completed!} {Basic energy system completed!} {Basic combat deployment: 50% completed!} Ivy stared at the glowing system interface, her mouth slightly open in astonishment as notification after notification appeared before her eyes. Her heartbeat quickened. {Reward....A-grade Gift Pack} {Would you like to check your gift package, Host?} "Sure! Of course!" Ivy replied immediately, her voice brimming with excitement. Her eyes sparkled, anticipation rising in her chest like a tide she couldn't hold back.

The powerhouses present were surprised by the next revealed gift. They knew exactly how magical Calidum Spiritual Fruits were, and giving away twenty at once was unfathomable. Immediately afterward, James revealed 6666 cores at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Ninth Tribulation and another 10,000 at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Ninth Tribulation’s lower grade. Additionally, there were 100,000 cores at the Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank. Everyone watched in awe as the gifts were presented. Even Lyla, Rebella and the peerless powerhouses present were dumbfounded by the sight.

At least that’s how it would go in a game. The villagers shower us with gifts and hold a festival in our honour. Maybe the ogres, grateful for our assistance, bestow on us the blessings of their god, Og the Mighty (sounds like the kind of name an ogre god would have). We would level up and claim our quest reward, Shield +1/+1. Ding! Quest complete.

The crown hums lazy above my heart, content, like it’s stretching after a long, victorious nap. The system window is quiet—no urgent pings, no red alerts. Just a soft, golden notification floating in the corner of my vision: *Daily Login Bonus: +10,000 EXP (Pack Bond Active).* *Current Level: Blood Wizard Lv. 108 → Lv. 109 (Overflow EXP applied to Storm Queen Branch).* *New Passive Unlocked: Eternal Stormheart (Shared HP/MP pool with mate – Death negated once per era).* I smile. One full day awake, and I’m already grinding.

Below were the 100 IDs I'd chosen: KeyboardFury, NetJudge, GossipLover. Each had a red progress bar. Next to KeyboardFury showed [31/100]. Riccardo pointed at the screen, his lips trembling, as the app's rules appeared, cold and precise. [Core Rules: Each gift worth over $100 forces the recipient to absorb 0.1% of the giver's misfortune.] [Tigger: After 100 gifts, the recipient's accumulated misfortune hits critical mass and erupts within 72 hours.] [Misfortune Total: 100%.]

"Hannah, look—so innocent yet alluring. It's perfect for me, isn't it?" I had gifted it to her because she loved it. My hands shook as I picked up the delicate, nearly transparent cloth. My throat closed up, and my head spun. The doubt I'd buried deep inside finally broke free. Confusion and pain crashed over me. Before I could even think, the violent sound of colliding cars split the air. Then, blackness swallowed me whole.

Meanwhile, my heart ached, tears rolling down my cheeks involuntarily. I, too, had wanted to be the one loved by my family, but I never was. Jeff pushed open the door to my room and saw my journal lying open. "List of times you were overlooked? Final warning? The 99th time—abandoned during your mating ceremony?" I shut the journal before he could take a closer look. I didn't want him prying into my secrets. "Don't be childish, Georgia. It's only a mating ceremony. We'll just reschedule for later. You don't have to write that down," Jeff said.

I stood up and walked toward the light-filled door at the end of the system space. The system piped up from behind me, "Ariel, in light of the major deviation that occurred during this mission, the system will issue you compensation worth ten billion dollars!" I nodded. "Good. Remember to transfer it into my account."

His gaze felt like an X‑ray, as if he wanted to look straight through me. I did not look away. I met his gaze with a numb calm. After a long silence, he smiled and pulled his hand back. He tossed the burn ointment onto the nightstand. “Fine. Go. But you must return on February sixteenth. It is my birthday. I want you to give yourself to me as a gift.” He leaned close to my ear, and his teeth brushed my earlobe. “You need to be clean and fresh.” I pushed down the nausea in my stomach and nodded. “Okay.”