The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189: 189 | Ecchi Logic

The walk back to 1-B took seven minutes at a pace that could charitably be called leisurely. The campus sprawled in the late afternoon light, all white concrete and glass catching the sun at angles that made everything look like a recruitment poster. Students and parents moved along the covered walkways in both directions, carrying boxes and emotional baggage in roughly equal measure.

I passed two girls who stopped talking the moment I got within earshot, their eyes tracking me with the kind of attention that registered even without the Oracle Feed confirming it.

I kept walking.

The common room was louder than I’d left it. More residents had arrived while I was busy being territorial in Sloane’s shower, and the energy of the space had shifted from cautious introductions to something closer to organized chaos. Finn was attempting to make kettle corn again, apparently having learned nothing from his previous attempt, while Percy sat in his corner of the modular couch with his notebook open and his pen moving in tight, controlled strokes.

Percy looked up when I entered. His expression asked questions his mouth was too polite to verbalize.

"Furniture moving," I said. "Took longer than expected."

Percy’s pen paused. "The duration seems inconsistent with standard furniture relocation timelines for a single-occupancy apartment."

"It was a lot of furniture."

"I see." Percy returned to his notebook. The silence that followed suggested he did not, in fact, see, but was choosing to file the discrepancy for later analysis rather than pressing the issue.

I headed for the stairs.

Room 205 waited for me exactly as I’d left it, the sage reading chair catching the last of the afternoon light through the window, the walnut desk positioned three inches to the left of where I would have put it because Diane Fitzgerald had opinions about lamp cord placement and those opinions were apparently load-bearing. I locked the door behind me, crossed to the bed, and sat down on sheets that smelled like nothing because I hadn’t slept in them yet.

The System’s interface materialized before I could even form the thought.

I stood in Room 205, door locked, and the System didn’t wait for permission.

〘 The Host has returned to a private location. Optimal conditions for Gacha engagement have been achieved. Current queue: 3 Platinum-tier pulls with time-sensitive bonus modifier at 99.7% effectiveness. Shall I proceed? 〙

"Hit me."

〘 Initiating Platinum Gacha Sequence. Please note: Platinum-tier pulls guarantee Rare or higher rarity with weighted probability toward Epic and Legendary classifications. The current bonus modifier increases the likelihood of passive trait acquisition by 12.3%. Good luck. 〙

The interface expanded.

The light in the room shifted in ways that had nothing to do with the afternoon sun filtering through the window. The Gacha wheel materialized in my field of vision, a massive circular construct of gold and silver segments spinning with theatrical flair. The System had strong opinions about presentation, apparently. Symbols flickered across the wheel’s surface as it rotated, too fast to identify clearly, each one representing abilities and traits and powers that could fundamentally alter what I was capable of accomplishing.

The first pull began its deceleration.

The wheel slowed with theatrical precision, segment after segment blurring past until a single icon burned bright against the gold backdrop. The symbol was difficult to parse at first. Something that looked like a heart wrapped in chains, or maybe chains wrapped in a heart. The imagery was deliberately ambiguous in a way that made my stomach do something complicated and unwelcome.

〘 PULL ONE COMPLETE 〙

〘 ECCHI LOGIC 〙

〘 Rarity: Epic 〙

〘 Type: Passive Trait (Permanent) 〙

〘 Classification: Social/Environmental 〙

〘 Description: The Host now operates under a modified reality framework in which romantic and sexual tension generates tangible environmental effects. Probability fields bend toward scenarios that create intimate proximity, compromising positions, and accidental physical contact. Clothing malfunctions, convenient interruptions, and implausible coincidences now favor outcomes that increase heroine exposure and vulnerability. This effect is passive, permanent, and cannot be consciously controlled. The Host did not ask for this. The Host is receiving it anyway. 〙

〘 The Host appears distressed. This is understandable. The implications are significant. However, the ability has already integrated into the Host’s baseline reality framework. Resistance is neither possible nor recommended. 〙

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