The job quest wasn't the only one she got.

She had many different quests for many different things. Small things, even. And in return for finishing those quests, she received multiple different kinds of rewards.

Experience boost was not offered for anything other than the Job Quest. Likewise, the 'monthly income' was only connected to that. She figured that was some kind of reference to what she would get from the job itself and not from the system.

But the skill points… those were something else.

She received a skill point for each and every finished quest. But they couldn't be easily allocated. She had to figure out where to go to activate a quest and then agree to allocate skill points there.

It… had a strange effect, once she did everything that was required. It was like pumping steroids into whatever part of her body she was using.

Or brain, or…

"Are you sure you're alright?" Doctor Mayake was enthusiastic every other visit… but not this one. After all, when your patient drinks a bunch of poison… "I can't believe there was no effect!"

"I think…" She pauses to consider before speaking again. "I think my skills are just 'speeding up' things. Like it made me drink poison because that's how my 'constitution' and 'poison resistance' skills would go up. It hyper-accelerated my reaction to that poison so my body would adapt to it? That's what you said, that my body adapted."

"Your immune system fought off the poison all by itself, yes," the doctor says. "But it's amazing… you had no idea what you were doing?"

"It was like… being asleep and dreaming," she replies. "There were instructions that my body was following. I would sip the drink, wait. Sip again. Wait. And eventually the drink was gone and it was nighttime. It wasn't until I got out of the daze that I saw what I was drinking and… called you."

"Bleach mixed with rat poison," he sighed. "Well, I suppose at least this means your system wasn't trying to kill you. It will look like you tried to commit suicide to anyone else. But I can submit a report that your Quirk took control and that you called for help as soon as you were able."

'Right,' she thinks. 'If you try to commit suicide, you get put in a crisis center. That hasn't changed from my world to this one.'

"Thanks," she says. "But isn't this dangerous? I mean… what if my Quirk isn't strong enough to protect me from what it's doing to me?"

"It was this time," he replies, patting her hand. "But you're right. You should try to avoid… raising your 'constitution' stat. Who knows. It might make you stab or shoot yourself, and… I don't like that thought, either."

"It wasn't Constitution," she argued. "It was poison resistance, which also fed into constitution. It's like a tree. Poison Resistance was under Constitution. So it effected both."

"Were you afraid of being poisoned?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Food poisoning. I was thinking…it could help me if I ever undercooked my meat or something."

'How to explain a pervasive paranoia and the need to assuage your fears with something you weren't even sure would work, but would make you feel better?' she wonders. 'Wouldn't they send me to a crisis center anyway if I said something like that?'

He chuckled at that. "I see. I will include that in the report. Well, that ought to to take care of the next month of tests, don't you think? We'll have to test your blood's resistance to every poison known to man. Can we take samples?"

She nodded. "Just pay me for the month and tell me whether I have to come in again, and… wait, is it possible my blood could… like…help people?"

"Help people?" he blinked. "Well… I suppose. It's possible. If your blood's effect can be used as some kind of pre-emptive measure against poisons and other bacterium. We'll have to mix it with other blood and see what happens. That's a great idea!"

She smiled. "Good… Let me know… um… can I get a valium though?"

"A Valium?" he asked. Blinking.

"I… have anxiety about needles," she says, looking away. "I don't… it doesn't feel good, when the needle goes in. While I was in the hospital bed, it hurt. Constantly. My brain was aware of where it was and it…"

"Likely another effect of your system," he replies, looking thoughtful. "I will get you one for when you have to have blood drawn. How did you know to ask for Valium?"

"I think I remember it worked for my anxiety once," she says. "I can't remember where or when-"

'It was when I had to get stitches in my arm from a bike crash when I was twelve,' she thinks. 'But if that doesn't match with this selfs' past medical history, then I'm screwed. They'll think my brain is making shit up. Or that I lied for drugs.'

"But I can remember it worked really well," she finishes. "Or I think so, anyway. Maybe I was afraid of needles before?"

"This is a good sign," he says. "You may recover more memories in time. Well. For now, I will get you that Valium and then bring the phlebotomist. Ordinarily we'd have a nurse collecting blood, but with how important these experiments are, I don't want to leave anything to chance."

It took a few hours to get out of the hospital after that. Not only because she was giving blood, but because afterwards… she felt woozy. The Valium helped with any anxiety and paranoia she might've had. But she was malnourished and had been recently poisoned. Even if that poison was fought off, that just means her body was exhausted from fighting.

The doctor only took a few tubes for a preliminary test and yet even that much… he told her to come back in a few days, so that he could take the rest. But until then, she was supposed to be on full bed rest.

Since she's never been good at sitting still when she was told to, she tries looking through her skill sheets and trees a little more. Scrolling through endless lists of skills she could obtain if she fulfills whatever conditions… she sees that most of them are within 'believable' realms for quirks- but that each one belongs to its own tree.

Meaning, that if she were to choose a skill from any of these trees that are outside the main stat trees…

She'd lock herself into that path and out of the others. Like choosing between paths in a certain discipline. And if you choose one, you cannot choose the other, because you will be dedicating your entire life to mastering it.

Pondering the choice ahead of her, she comes to the conclusion that there's really only one choice she can make. After all, combat skills could only be used in combat. If you get an electric Quirk, you could of course use it to restart someones' heart… if you could control it well enough not to fry them… but that would take time.

On the other hand, if you had a 'restart someones' heart' skill to begin with, like this 'defibrillator' skill here… then you could also probably use it to taze somebody without too much effort, as long as you used it on another part of their body. And if you just barely grazed them, that would lessen the effect even further.

Meaning, Healing skills could both kill and heal, whereas killing skills could only kill unless you trained them to a ridiculous degree. And even then, it would be difficult to use a skill like 'fireball' to save someones' life instead of burn them alive.

Whereas with a skill like 'cauterize', it would already be a controlled burn. You could gradually grow it into something more powerful if you needed to, but… from the start, it would be precise. And that's what she needs. Precision.

She uses the skill points she has left after the poison fiasco to unlock the 'healing' tree.

And as she predicted, the other trees go dark…and wither away. So that means she can't ever unlock the other ones, now that she's chosen one. She made her peace with that. She got a new skill out of the choice, at least.

'Heal lv. 1', which implies that the skill could be trained up. Possibly with use, possibly with skill points.

There's a blue bar up at the top of her 'hud' that she thinks might correspond to her… 'spells'? Essentially, a 'mana' bar. So of course, she decides to test that out. By using Heal. On herself.

And because she's put no points into 'mana', that means… she knocks herself unconscious as soon as the spell is done being cast.

When she woke up the next day, she decided the doctors at the hospital didn't need to know about this until next month…