The tattoos the Ghost Stories had engraved on me were all made of text.
One was in the Latin alphabet.
: Socius :
It had been engraved when the membership pass given to me by the blue dragon, who had once been a theme park mascot, burned into my skin. According to what Brown told me, it was a set of letters that granted the authority of something like a pass for “special qualification.”
And the other was in Chinese characters.
: 恩主 :
It was the tattoo engraved when the contract document of the Mountain Lodge Keeper from the serial killer Ghost Story burned into my skin.
But because I lacked the “qualification,” they were in reality no more than meaningless letters with no function at all.
If I had to choose one of them to “enhance”….
‘It has to be this one.’
“I’m in your care.”
The tattooist examined the tattoo I pointed at.
: 恩主 :
The reason for this choice was very simple.
‘It’s better to increase the number of abilities I have.’
It was almost certain that I would keep entering all kinds of Ghost Stories in the future (painfully enough).
Which meant this wasn’t the kind of situation where one superpower could solve everything.
‘Even Team Lead Lizard nearly died while having that power, so no chance.’
It was better to increase…