The message scoring took longer than I expected, but I didn't mind—I was still busy making sure I left no trace behind.

Eventually, I reached a quiet alleyway and leaned against the wall, letting myself relax for a moment.

[Congratulations, Host. You have Acquired Avatar Card – Titan Rank]

"Titan Rank." My fist clenched instinctively.

Just the name alone told me this was a game-changer—something that could shift the balance completely in my favor.

Looking around, I was tempted to try it right away, but the area was too exposed. I decided to check into a motel instead, using a fake name to secure a room.

Right away, I could tell the room had a story—probably from the women who worked the streets at night in this part of the city.

The smell, the wear on the furniture, the faint stains—all of it told me .

So I decided not to use the bed and sat on the floor instead—probably much cleaner anyway.

The card floated in the air. In the surface was a golden image of what looked like a human, limbs stretched out, as if frozen mid-motion.

[Do you want to use the Accelerator Card?]

I hesitated before responding. "Are you sure there's no catch?"

[Affirmative, Host. Aside from missing the contents of the simulation, there are no additional drawbacks.]

My eyes narrowed as I considered it. "How difficult is Titan Rank compared to Asura Rank?"

[Host, Titan Rank is on another level of difficulty, and the chance of failure is very high. It is advised that you use the Accelerator Card if you have one]

If the system was insisting, there was no reason to hesitate. I activated the Accelerator Card, and a new window popped up.

I waited as it finalized my reward, silently hoping for something that would enhance my current skills.

[DING!]

[You have received: Duality]

[Duality: The user can cultivate a second body and freely switch consciousness between the two.]

[The host may modify the secondary body's appearance. The body will scale with the host's current power level.]

[Due to the artificial nature of this body, the host may convert it into a card for easy storage and portability, just like any other item taken out from a card.]

"Jackpot!" I jumped to my feet, excitement coursing through me.

This opened a whole new world of possibilities.

For starters, I could keep pretending to be a D Rank while registering my clone as an S Rank Seeker to aid my guild.

On top of that, I could send it on risky missions without ever putting my true identity at risk.

Honestly, I was a bit regretful that I hadn't taken the mission manually. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of life I would have lived to earn an ability like this.

Still, the reward was more than enough to drown out that regret.

Wasting no time, I closed my eyes and activated the skill. Instantly, I was transported into a dark, empty space.

In front of me stood a human figure.

"What an ugly piece of—" I stopped mid-sentence, realizing it was my original body, completely naked. That didn't exactly make the situation any better.

I circled it from head to toe, going through the five stages of grief as the truth sank in.

First came denial.

No way this is me. The system had to be joking. Maybe it was unfinished. Maybe the lighting was bad.

Then anger hit.

Seriously? This is what I looked like? All those awkward proportions, the weak posture, the face that somehow managed to look tired and bland at the same time.''

Bargaining followed right after. If I squint… if I tilt my head… maybe it's not that bad. It was that bad.

Depression settled in as I took another slow lap around the body. Every flaw I'd ignored in my old life was there, amplified. It was worse than I remembered. Worse than I imagined.

Finally came acceptance.

Yeah. I really was that unattractive. No wonder I never got a single chocolate on Valentine's Day—not once, not in my entire life.

Other kids got boxes. I got air.

Thinking back, I couldn't remember a single girl ever looking at me.

Actually, scratch that—I couldn't remember a girl talking to me at all. Unless you counted relatives. And cashiers. And even then, it was usually just, "Next."

Damn. Now I was genuinely grateful I got the Degenerate System. I was completely cooked in my old life the moment I was born with those genetics.

No skills, no looks, no chances—just straight hard mode .

"Okay. Time to make a ridiculously good-looking version of myself."

[System: Duality Skill integrated with host consciousness.]

[Please visualize the desired changes. All modifications will be applied in real time.]

Sweet. My mind kicked into overdrive as I started working on the body.

First thing first—I erased all the excess fat around the abdomen. Years of sitting in front of a computer, eating junk, and drinking without moving had left their mark, and I wasn't keeping any of that.

Next, I adjusted the height—from five‑seven to six‑three. It matched my current body, which would make switching control much easier to adjust.

Thinking it over, my current body was already perfectly proportioned, so I decided not to overthink it. I just copied and pasted everything—muscle structure, frame, balance.

The only change I made was the skin. I adjusted it to be lighter, just enough to make the clone look like a completely different person at a glance.

Next, I turned my attention to the most important part: the face. Even with the excess fat gone, it still wasn't great.

My eyes were too small, my nose too flat, and the square jaw stood out far too much.

I started with my jaw first, reshaping it to be more proportional to the size of my head.

Once it was right, I moved on to the finer details. I slimmed down my lips, straightened and whitened my teeth, reshaped my nose to sit perfectly on my face, and enlarged my eyes.

Finally, I adjusted my hair color—jet black, glossy, and sleek—to match the darkness of my eyes. The transformation was coming together perfectly.

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