4 Activating Special Ability (2/2)

The attributes are now available for me to view along with abilities.

Putting the attributes aside since my current meat bag is an obese middle-age man, I have a look at the abilities. I didn't fully understand why there is a category called skillsets and then there a category called abilities before, but now I do.

Hurrah for progress! We are only at chapter 3? Damn. When are we getting to the fun in the bun part?

Soon? Alright.

Also stop breaking the 4th wall.

Anyway, abilities have to do with the innate ability of the meat-bag I am possessing.

Most of the abilities on the list are totally greyed out. Other than reading their title, I cannot interact with them at all. Those are skills like communication, teamwork, leadership.

Basically, pointless shit that will not help me with my mission of spreading culture. That is my Maker's great ideals.

However, there is one ability that is not greyed out on the list.

”Parental Guidance? System do your ring. I mean your thing?”

[Parental Guidance allows owner to guide their child the right and wrong of the world. Only effective when granting new knowledge. Activating this ability cost 1SP per sentences. Would you like to assign activation phrase?]

”Activation phrase?”

The system explains that I can vocally activate an ability by saying a magical word or words. That word or words is up to me to decide. I guess I will assign one.

”Daddy will tell you, sweetie.”

[Activation phrase acknowledged. You can change it anytime you pleased.]

”Cool.”

I response before continuing to enjoy my meals. I will drop by the supermarket to grab some hardcore liquor later. It is time to get drunk tonight and every night from now on.

Fuck yeah! I love being alive!

And I wind up in the hospital for intoxication for the next couple of days. It is good things that Bitch is still on her bible tour with a bunch of like-minded morons, or I will have an earful.

Once my eating and drinking spree finally dies down, I return my attention to my daughter. Now. How do I get into her pants? That is the question isn't it?

I was about to call her when my phone rings.

”Hey, sweetie? What is up?”

I ask.

”The lord, daddy.”

My daughter response. This is bordering on idiocy instead of being gullible. I blame you Bitch!

”Are you going to pick me up today, daddy?”

My daughter asks, forcing me to look at the time.

I am still stuck in the office – why? I have no clue without looking into my memory. I do not have total control this body all day and every day. I have to relinquish control, so the timer doesn't run out.

It cost 10SP for 24 hours. And I already wasted like 20, getting drunk on foods and alcohols. It is strange that Richard assumes everything I did is his own doing. I didn't question it either.

”Can't you walk home, sweetie? Daddy is still at work?”

I kick myself for asking my daughter that. She has never walked home alone before despite her age. It is just how sheltered she is.

”Actually, just wait somewhere at the front gate and I will come and pick you up, sweetie.”

With that, I pack up and drive towards her school. It is quite close to our home, so if she has actually been raised correctly, she would definitely get home okay.

By the time I get to the school, I notice she is talking to a few men. Men, not boys. I might have forgot to tell her not to talk to strangers. Yes. I have to tell her that. Sheltered, I tell you!

”Hey! Get away from my daughter! She is still a teenager, you know!”

I shout when she about to head off with them. My furious shouting cause the men to look at me and then growl. Nevertheless, they leave afterwards.

”Daddy!”

My daughter calls out.

”Did they hurt you, sweetie?”

I question as she gets into the car. Even with the modest school blazer, her busting chest leaves little to the imagination.

”No, daddy. They just want to show me their snakes.”

My daughter response.

”Snakes? What snakes? I didn't see any snakes.”

”That is because the snakes are living in their trouser, daddy. I really want to see it, but I have to come with them.”

I narrow my eyes, wanting to smack her for being so gullible. But this does give a good opportunity to test an ability.

”I see… Mary. Daddy will tell you, sweetie….”