I Awakened as a Dark History - Chapter 5

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Episode 5
[Trait: Black History]
You can draw out another side of yourself and use it.
After awakening from the first Prairie Dog incident, I took a deep breath and stared at the box.
Not knowing anyone else’s speed,
[Trait: Black History]
flickered. It was as if it were beckoning me to touch it.
The moment I saw that signal, countless black histories rushed through my mind.
I felt a dread that checking this would bring a flood of shame, but at the same time, curiosity pushed my hand forward.
What kind of black history was this, anyway, that it had become an awakening skill?
In the end, my hand pressed the shimmering text.
[Trait: Black History]
―Fairy―
A fairy born when the breath of a flower field touched it.
―Dark Fairy―
Currently locked.
―Demon King―
Currently locked.
―Nine-Tailed Fox―
Currently locked.
―■■―
Synchronization Rate 0%
And then the second Prairie Dog disaster struck.
“Aaahhh!!”
I swung my fist at the guidance window.
But my hand passed right through it, hollow and futile.
“Why is this here?! What is this?!”
The moment I read the trait’s description, memories of black history stretching from elementary school through middle school came flooding back.
Memories of carefully crafting settings and filling notebook pages with them.
The settings didn’t even end at one.
Everything from perfectly beautiful ones to those laden with tragedy.
It was a marketplace that had everything except the things that didn’t exist.
Fortunately, that notebook was disposed of when I graduated high school.
I’d discovered it while throwing out problem books.
Though my mind and eyes took a serious hit that day, destroying that curse-like notebook completely wasn’t a bad trade.
In other words, by now those papers would have rotted into a handful of dust or burned away to nothing.
Yet the guidance window in front of me was thrusting my black history upon me in their place.
“Cancel awakening! Cancel!”
I shouted for the awakening to be cancelled with all my strength, even knowing it wouldn’t work.
As expected, the window didn’t disappear.
Instead, the word “Fairy”—mortifying beyond measure—blinked, urging me to touch it.
I searched for a back or close button instead of awakening cancellation, but this window was as unhelpful as they come.
As if it were saying there was no going back.
In the end, I had no choice but to raise my hand and press that word.
The moment I touched the word “Fairy,” the window expanded and a description appeared before me.
[Description]
A fairy born when the breath of a flower field touched it.
Virtuous and pure.
Friend of the flowers.
[Current Synchronization Rate]
0%
[Stats]
Strength: 75
Magic: 203
Agility: 215
Stamina: 134
Resistance: 187
[Skill Composition]
―Flower Calling―
You can receive the help of plants.
You use it by issuing commands alongside the activation word.
The brighter and more forceful your tone—like sunlight itself—the more effective it becomes.
Activation word: O flowers, hear me.
―Honey Buff―
You can use this only when your Synchronization Rate is 40% or higher.
Increases attack and defense power of all allies by 50%
For 10 minutes, restores 10 HP to allies once every 20 seconds.
―Blooming―
Consumes 90% of your Synchronization Rate to fully restore the HP of all allies.
Including status ailments.
I drained the remaining beer from the can in one long gulp.
It was too horrifying, too pitiful to regard with a clear mind.
Why? How? What possible reason did this system have for documenting someone else’s Black History with such meticulous detail?
The system had to bear me some grudge—there was no other explanation.
I emptied another can of beer and looked at the guidance window again.
Unfortunately, the alcohol only made the old memories sharper, more vivid.
That’s right—memories from elementary school, when I’d been utterly absorbed in the fantasy of being a fairy.
‘A fairy born in spring when the flowers bloom in full. The flowers’ most beloved fairy, kind and pure to everyone. She was born with a healing gift that no other fairy possessed. Even villains coveted her ability, so everyone wanted to protect her.’
“Damn fool…….”
Recalling how I’d once earnestly walked that reverse-harem narrative was unbearable.
If I’d known it would come to this, I never would’ve written such nonsense.
As I tore at my hair and barely stifled a scream, a new window appeared on the guidance panel.
Please command ‘Synchronization’.
The sudden prompt made my brow furrow hard.
It won’t even let me cancel the Awakening, but it keeps giving me orders.
A familiar resentment began to surface.
Yet at the same time, the word ‘Synchronization’ caught my attention.
The description had mentioned ‘Synchronization Rate’, but I had no idea what it actually did.
I mouthed the words from the guidance window.
“Synchronization?”
As if answering my mumble, flower petals suddenly cascaded down from above my head.
Like petals poured from a bucket, they brushed past me and vanished before they even touched the ground.
“Oof, you startled me.”
If they’d accumulated on the floor, I would’ve cursed—but not a trace of petal dust remained.
The only change visible was a rectangular graph in the corner of my vision showing Synchronization.
The Synchronization graph remained frozen at 0%, unmoved.
Beyond that, nothing else seemed to have visibly changed.
I looked around, trying to spot what had actually transformed.
Then I noticed silver hair falling past my shoulders.
……Yes, silver.
Not grey—silver.
“…….”
Fear outweighed wonder.
I swallowed dryly and quietly rose from my seat.
I opened the Bathroom door quietly and stepped inside, where a mirror greeted me.
And in the mirror, a woman with silver hair and rose-pink eyes greeted me as well.
Her pale, unblemished face might have looked like mine, or might have looked nothing like me at all—she was a beauty impossible to pin down.
But the most absurd thing was the pair of wings fluttering behind her back.
“Wings?”
As if answering my question, iridescent dragonfly wings shimmered with every color of the spectrum.
I reached up hesitantly and touched the dragonfly wings.
Crackle—
The moment my hand made contact, I felt a thin, papery texture and a tickling sensation.
The wings quivered and trembled, shaking off the tickle on their own.
A Black History setting I’d created over ten years ago was now, impossibly, real—and it was me.
The face in the mirror smiled softly.
Then, quite calmly, I reached under the sink, pulled out the Bleach, and poured it into my toothbrush cup.
“…….”
And so our apartment’s Bathroom became considerably cleaner, and my Awakening was sealed away.
* * *
But promises exist to be broken, and seals exist to be undone, don’t they?
In all my years, I’d never seen a seal hold properly.
So this was simply the natural conclusion.
[Convenience Store—Lettuce Kit]
“Ahem.”
As I patted down the kit and planted the lettuce seeds, watering them carefully, doubt crept in—but each time, curiosity shoved it aside and took its place.
Still, now that I’d awakened, shouldn’t I at least test the ability?
“Little flowers, will you grow for me?”
I activated the only skill I could use right now.
For a moment, nothing changed at my whisper.
Embarrassment and shame flooded through me all at once, and my face burned.
“Is this how you use it…? Little flowers, grow? Grow, grow, little flowers?”
I muttered to myself and turned the lettuce kit this way and that, but the seeds gave no response.
It was a mercy I was home—if this had happened outside, I’d have had to crawl into a mouse hole from sheer mortification.
Crack—pitter-patter, pit-a-pit-a-patter.
“Huh?”
Then came a sound that shouldn’t have existed anywhere in this apartment.
It was coming from the corner of the Living Room.
I turned to look, and something green appeared in that corner.
“Uh… uh?”
That shouldn’t be showing up here.
The green thing was growing bigger, asserting itself.
Which meant it was putting down roots and cracking the wall.
“Oh no, stop!”
And this apartment was a Rental Room.
I rushed over to the unnamed plant sprouting from the wall.
“No! Stop growing! Stop growing! Little flowers, don’t grow! This is a rental!”
I cried out in panic and grabbed the plant, and it suddenly turned yellow before withering away.
Then it came right out in my hands.
But the wall had already crossed the point of no return.
“There’s a hole… there’s a hole in the wall.”
A dark hole, large enough for mice to crawl through, mocked me.
“What is this.”
Could it be that looking for the mouse hole actually caused this?
I knew it was absurd, but I couldn’t think of any other reason.
I couldn’t even manage a hollow laugh as I stared at the gaping wall.
I’d learned the hard way that you shouldn’t activate a skill without clear intent.
I tossed the withered plant into the trash with a limp hand and returned to the lettuce kit.
This time, instead of the vague activation from before, I focused on a clear command and triggered the skill again.
“Little flowers, grow until you’re ready to eat.”
The soil stirred faintly.
Soon, a fresh green lettuce pushed through the soil and appeared.
“Oh, it works. It works.”
I plucked the lettuce leaves one by one and set them in a bowl.
With tonight’s dinner decided on lettuce wraps, I checked the other skills.
[Honey Liquor]
[Blooming]
The other two skills were both buffs and heals.
But both came with conditions.
‘Usable only when Synchronization Rate is 40% or higher.’
‘Consumes 90% of Synchronization Rate to perfectly restore all allies’ health.’
I looked up at my vision and checked the Synchronization Rate in the corner.
Still locked at 0%, and I had no idea how to raise it.
‘Should I cultivate a good heart? Or pure intentions?’
Might as well try something.
I turned on my phone and went to the donation site that appeared at the top of the portal.
Please give warm meals to children who eat cup noodles for their dinner every day.
Five portions seemed too little, so I increased the amount to roughly the price of five boxed meals.
The donation went through and a message of gratitude appeared, but I checked my Synchronization first.
[Current Synchronization Rate]
0%
“Nothing.”
No change.
Was it because my intentions weren’t purely good-hearted, but aimed at something else entirely?
“How am I supposed to raise this, anyway? Do I have to enter a dungeon or something? There’s no condition like that written anywhere.”
I reread the guide window carefully and searched the help section, but found no method for raising Synchronization Rate.
The most plausible hypothesis remained dungeon entry.
“Hmm…….”
Curiosity or shame?
That was the question.
I quietly powered on my phone and typed my most pressing question into a search portal.
And I arrived at a profound realization.
Neither curiosity nor shame mattered in this world.
How much does a C-Rank Healer earn annually?
└It depends on their skills, but I believe the minimum is around 100 million won. Anything less is practically nonexistent.
The most important thing is an unwavering salary!

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