A.N. I've been winging this story and I just realized that giving the MC a superpower is basically against the whole synopsis of the story. I'm gonna change the summary a bit to fix it, but I'm kinda sad at what direction I took this story towards. Oh well, I'll continue running with it anyways cause why not? Now he has a sorta-Magic not-Semblance.
Chapter 36 - End of Story
"And that's pretty much it," Rory concluded. "Salem picked me up when I was a kid - just like you - and now here we are."
Cinder looked at Rory in wonder. She knew that her Majesty wasn't a paragon of good, seeing how Cinder first met Salem was also on bad terms. Still, she didn't realize Rory was also taken in by Salem at a young age.
"How old were you?"
"I think... ten? Yeah, ten-years-old."
"And your chest... it says [8]. How'd you... ?"
"Well, that's a story for another time.
Cinder pouted, and Rory laughed at her expression. The serious mood seemed to dissipate as the two started to giggle and laugh.
"So, you can just die and recover back to normal?"
"Yeah. But it's not as cool as you think. Since I don't have Aura, I'm just a squishy human. If I die to a Beowolf, and then I revive, I can still die a hundred more times to the same Beowolf. This quirk of mine just lets me have more opportunities to run away."
"Beowolves wouldn't hurt us."
"You know what I'm talking about."
Cinder looked at the number on his chest on a moment and had a strange expression on her face.
"You know... I don't really like how it's just the number [8]. Can't you knock off a number and get lucky number [7]?"
Rory playfully looked offended. "Cinder!"