I’m the Only One with Powers in the Apocalypse – Chapter 36

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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…Wait a minute.

Specialization, passive skill, I got it.

But there wasn’t just stats, right?

“Achievements.”

…Oh!

There were 5 achievements now!

Numbers 2 through 5 were blinking!

Malignant Body…

Evil body?

No, rather…

A body tainted by malice…

That was a closer interpretation.

…A body tainted by malice…

Hmm…

Anyway, good!

I accomplished quite a few achievements!

I tapped on number 2.

…?!

Tat…tattoo?!

What tattoo?!

I jumped up and examined my body.

There was nothing.

Tattoo, what tattoo?!

I didn’t want a tattoo!

Then something like smoke started to rise from the back of my right hand.

A pattern appeared within the smoke.

A burning flower?

It looked like that at first glance.

A strange tattoo, with multiple overlapping circular rings, appeared on the back of my right hand.

Not just the back of my hand.

It extended past my wrist and partially up my forearm.

“…Crazy.”

I didn’t want a tattoo.

Who allowed them to do this to my body?

I rubbed it, but it wouldn’t come off.

I went into the bathroom, applied body wash, and scrubbed it with a bath towel, but it still wouldn’t disappear.

…It was a real tattoo.

Squatting down, I furiously scrubbed the back of my hand with the soapy bath towel, then finally gave up.

“…Ah, shit.”

I buried my face in my knees and sighed.

“…Ugh.”

…Shit, there was nothing I could do now that it was there.

The others would be surprised when they saw my hand tomorrow.

A flashy tattoo suddenly appearing on the back of my hand overnight.

“Ugh… shit.”

I rinsed my hand and went back to the blankets.

The back of my hand was red from all the scrubbing, shit.

“Status.”

Huh?

Not Status.

I instinctively tried to open Achievements.

That sudden tattoo flustered me.

?!

Another skill.

A passive one.

…Soul Tattoo?

I tapped on it.

…Immunity to Malice?

…Huh?

Ah, those human beasts, they spread it through bites.

Immunity meant I wouldn’t turn into a human beast even if I was bitten.

…Hmm…

Was that good?

I could just use Accelerate and run if I was about to be bitten.

Did I really need a fucking tattoo for that…?

Ugh, a tattoo…

…Anyway, I got it.

“Achievements.”

Hmm.

Numbers 3 and onward were blinking.

Number 3… I killed over 100.

Now, number 3.

…Holy shit…

I blinked slowly, staring at the message.

I didn’t even have the energy to curse anymore.

What now?

Where would the tattoo appear?

Smoke started rising from the back of my left hand.

Of course.

After ruining my right hand, they had to ruin my left hand too.

I rubbed my forehead.

I’d always hated people with tattoos.

Those punks would get tattoos somewhere hidden, like on their thighs or chests, under their school uniforms or gym clothes, and then brag about knowing some older guys and try to extort money from other kids, acting all tough until I beat them up.

Wasn’t one of the gangsters in front of the supermarket also a tattoo guy?

Tattoos were fine.

But couldn’t they appear somewhere less visible, like on my thigh or chest?

Why the back of my hand, where it was hard to hide?

Ugh, shit.

I looked at my left hand.

It was the same as the right one.

Just a mirrored image.

“…Ha…”

…Don’t get angry.

Don’t.

“Hoo…”

I took a deep breath to calm down.

Ugh. I needed a drink.

I opened the refrigerator…

…It was quite full.

Hot bars, chocolate, cola, cider, beer – it was stocked with snacks.

Who did this?

Probably Soo-hyun, although Ye-eun and So-eun frequently came up to the rooftop too.

…Hmm…

Anyway, I’d assume the women did it.

Thank you.

I hadn’t brought back anything for them from the supermarket.

Beer?

…Like I could drink and sleep now.

I grabbed a cola and opened it.

Pssshhh-

Oh, that sound!

Gulp, gulp.

“Ah~!”

Ah, refreshing.

The tingling sensation of carbonation in my throat.

“Ha…”

I took the cola and went back to the blankets.

The tattoo, well, nothing I could do about it now.

“Status.”

I opened the status window, and as expected, the skill changed.

Right.

Level 2.

I tapped on it.

…Hmm…

Immunity to illnesses?

Did that mean I wouldn’t catch a cold?

Increased injury recovery speed was…

…not bad.

Illnesses and injuries.

And only minor ones.

That meant the effects would improve as the level increased.

Leveling up the tattoo was…

…almost appealing.

No.

I still hated tattoos.

I rubbed my forehead and said, “…Achievements.”

Now.

Two left.

Number 4… number 5…

…Okay, number 5 first.

…?

Storage…

Ah, right.

There was a Storage.

I forgot about it.

What was the command?

“Inven…tory?”

…Tsk.

Two empty slots.

120 Soul Stones.

So what?

I couldn’t put anything in the empty slots, I didn’t know what the Soul Stones were for, I couldn’t even touch them, and I didn’t know what they were used for even though I had 120 of them.

Did it have something to do with Specializations?

Judging by their skills, Time Controller and Survival Specialist didn’t seem to be related to Soul Stones.

Would I find out what they were for if I chose a different Specialization?

I had no idea what was going on.

Anyway, I understood.

I opened the Achievements window again.

Now only number 4 remained, the new Specialization achievement.

I tapped on number 5.

?!

…Maintenance Gloves?

I jumped up.

I looked around, but there was nothing.

I waited for a moment, but nothing happened.

…What?

If it was gloves, shouldn’t I be able to wear them?

That’s what gloves were.

…Ah.

“Inventory.”

…Oh!

I had Maintenance Gloves!

I immediately tapped on the Maintenance Gloves.

Faint, white smoke rose from my hands, and a pair of brown gloves appeared.

Soft, dark brown leather gloves.

Fingerless gloves, covering only the back of the hand and the palm.

What were these?

I put them on.

They felt good.

They fit perfectly, like they were custom-made for my hands.

I fastened the buttons on the wrists, click, and they fit snugly, incredibly comfortable.

…But what were these gloves for?

I rubbed my hands together.

…They didn’t rub off!

They didn’t budge at all!

Oh, this was good.

I wouldn’t drop anything I was holding with these!

I stood up and drew my sword.

Shing-

Whoa, the grip!

Amazing!

But…

Smoke started rising from the sword.

Not much from the blade itself.

It was mostly concentrated at the tip.

…What?

The smoke gradually dissipated.

…Ooh…

The shine…!

The sword gleamed brilliantly!

Like it had just been forged!

Even the faint bloodstains were completely gone!

“…Ooh.”

The sheen was incredible.

I glanced at the blade; it reflected the light brilliantly.

It wasn’t just clean.

It seemed sharper too.

I looked around and spotted an empty snack bag in the corner.

I grabbed it and held it above the sword.

With the blade facing upwards, I dropped the bag.

Swish-

“…!”

…The plastic bag…

It should have been quite tough, but it was sliced cleanly in two as it fell onto the floor, as if passing through the sword.

There wasn’t even a sound.

Just a swish.

Sharper than a razor.

“…Crazy.”

…Maintenance Gloves.

Gloves that maintained the weapon I was holding in its optimal condition.

…I acquired an amazing item.

I looked at the sword, feeling a surge of excitement.

I completely forgot about the tattoos on the backs of my hands.

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