The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: 6-7 | Just Before the Storm, the Cameras Turn On

I poured another cup of coffee and considered the benefits of poisoning myself with caffeine before the most important test of my life. The clock on the microwave read 7:45, which meant we had roughly three hours until check-in at Halloran.

Three hours until the exam.

Two hours until the System’s countdown hit zero.

"You’re going to vibrate right out of your skin if you drink more coffee," Sloane said, leaning against the kitchen counter with her own mug. She wore a fitted navy tracksuit that hugged her curves in ways that made focusing on breakfast difficult.

"Bold assumption that I have skin and not just a vessel of pure anxiety wrapped in a hoodie." I stirred my oatmeal, watching steam curl from the bowl.

I’d opted for plain steel-cut oats with a touch of honey. Nothing heavy. Nothing that would sit in my stomach and make me sluggish during whatever hellscape awaited us at Halloran. Sloane had the same idea—her bowl contained oatmeal loaded with blueberries and a scoop of protein powder.

"You look ready," she said, eyes lingering on my outfit.

I’d gone with black hakama pants and a white compression shirt. The compression shirt hugged my torso tightly, showing off the results of our training. Two months of getting my ass kicked by Sloane combined with nightly cardio with Diane had changed my body considerably.

"Stop showing off for all those hero girls," Sloane muttered, taking an aggressive bite of oatmeal.

I laughed. "What hero girls? I haven’t even passed the exam yet."

"Please. You think I don’t know what you’re doing?" She gestured at my shirt with her spoon. "That thing is practically painted on."

"It’s breathable," I said. "And stretchy. My Aspect involves a lot of arm movement."

"Uh-huh."

"Not all of us can just point at something and make it explode."

"True. Some of us have to look cute while we wave our arms around."

I flipped her off and took another spoonful of oatmeal.

We fell into comfortable silence, the kind that comes from spending too much time in each other’s space. The house felt empty without Diane. She wasn’t due back from Chicago until tomorrow, which meant we had the place to ourselves tonight.

If we passed the exam.

If we got in.

If whatever the System was planning didn’t ruin everything.

"You can do this," Sloane said suddenly, her voice softer than usual.

I looked up from my bowl. Her blue eyes locked onto mine with that intensity she got when she believed something down to her bones.

"Of course I can." I smirked.

Sloane’s hand balled into a fist, and for a second I thought she was going to punch me across the kitchen for the arrogance.

"I had the best teacher," I said before she could swing. "How could I not be ready?"

Her cheeks flushed pink. She looked away, suddenly very interested in her oatmeal.

"Shut up."

"What? It’s true."

"No one likes a kissass, Belmont."

She couldn’t hide the small smile playing at the corner of her mouth, though.

In truth? I was nervous as hell.

The countdown timer sat in the corner of my vision, ticking away with mechanical indifference. Two hours and fourteen minutes remained. The System had been silent for two weeks, and that silence was about to end at the exact moment I needed zero distractions.

Beyond that, I had no real gauge of how strong I actually was. Sloane kicked my ass every single day. She was my only measuring stick, and she happened to be a goddamn prodigy with a Legendary-tier Aspect who’d been training since she was six.

For all I knew, I was still trash compared to actual Hero candidates. The idea of failing with a literal cheat code feeding me abilities made my stomach turn. How embarrassing would that be? To have a gacha system and still not make the cut?

But I couldn’t say any of that out loud.

"We should head out soon," I said instead. "Traffic’s gonna be a nightmare with everyone trying to watch the examinees arrive."

Sloane nodded. "You’re right. Let me grab my bag."

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