“No way! No, no, no—please, I swear I didn’t laugh because I had a problem with your name! And… how would I dare?!”

The moment the knight girl named Anjelit spoke her true name, my passive skill “Insight” automatically triggered.

“…Acquiring character data… Identifying…”

“…Identification complete. Updating information…”

A purely mechanical female voice—identical to the one in that dark waiting zone and during the slime attack—filled my head.

Then, text suddenly flashed in my mind.

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Character Name: Anjelit Snake

Race: Human

Class: Knight

Current Level: Lv. 14

Equipment: Refined Knight’s Longsword +5, Refined Knight’s Armor +5, Refined Knight’s Boots +5, Refined Knight’s Bracers +5, Refined Magic Pendant +5

Title: Flat-Chested Tyrant

Skills:

Rapid Dash: After activation, perform three consecutive charges within five seconds.

Intimidate: Frighten target, reducing their defense.

Knight’s Heart [Passive]: Defense increases when sustaining severe injuries.

Flat-Chested [Passive] [Title]: Enters a brief berserk state when called “flat-chested,” drastically boosting attack and defense.

…

Her character info mirrored my own format exactly, laid bare before me.

Race, level, class—all normal. But… what was up with this title and skill?

“Anjelit, is your title really ‘Flat-Chested Tyrant’? What a weird title. Is it just because your chest is small? I mean, for a sixteen-year-old girl, it might be a bit small, but it’s cute! And there are perks! Like higher dodge rate, no bouncing while running, no shoulder pain from standing too long… Huh? Why aren’t you talking? Why’s your face so dark? Are you unwell? Or feeling insecure about your—”

My voice cut off with a gurgle.

Vein-covered hands clamped around my throat, silencing me.

Their owner was the former knight girl, now grinning with teeth bared and eyes glowing.

“…ALERT! ALERT! UNDER ATTACK!…”

The system warned me.

But the warning was useless.

I was only Lv. 1; Anjelit was Lv. 14. Even ignoring levels, my base stats couldn’t match hers.

My Insight skill was low-level, showing limited data—but I still felt Anjelit’s crushing grip shattering my neck!

“Crack… crunch…” Bones screamed, twisting out of shape.

Unimaginable pain slammed into my brain.

Agony! Pure agony! Pain like I was dying!

“…ALERT! CRITICAL CONDITION!… ESCAPE IMMEDIATELY!”

The system faithfully reminded me I might die if I didn’t break free.

But I had zero options.

Though taller than Anjelit, I was effortlessly hoisted into the air by her petite frame.

Her grip choked off my breath, leaving no chance to speak.

Consciousness blurred…

“…Escape successful…”

The alert flickered and vanished.

My body dropped to the floor.

Anjelit released my neck, standing over me wreathed in dark aura, teeth bared like an armored demon.

“NEVER… USE… THAT… TITLE… FOR… ME… AGAIN…!!!” she roared, word by word, activating Intimidate.

The system instantly notified me my defense had dropped to zero.

I shivered instinctively, feeling like a helpless, stripped少女 facing a leering brute.

♂This would be a slaughter.

“Cough… I didn’t mean it! Really! Please believe me!” I pleaded, forcing a pitiful expression.

Anjelit’s strength and ferocity had utterly broken me. I doubted the person who’d dared challenge her earlier was really me.

They say you only learn after getting humbled. I was thoroughly tamed now—at least toward Anjelit. No more disrespect.

Especially since the “Hero” class seemed utterly useless here.

“Huff… huff…”

Anjelit’s berserk state faded quickly. She glared down at me, sprawled on the ground like a dog wagging its tail.

“I don’t know how you learned that nickname. But if I ever hear those two words again…”

She raised a fist and slammed it between my legs.

I flinched hard, thanking my luck nothing had stirred down there.

I nodded frantically, finally grasping how terrifying that “Flat-Chested” passive truly was.

“Alright. Tell me your name first.” Anjelit, satisfied I’d submitted, shifted to finishing her intimidation tactic.

She crouched beside me, chin propped on her hands, staring intently.

“We’re teaming up, after all. I still don’t know your name.”

“Rogied Diflute…” I stammered. Even with her big, blinking eyes looking cute, I knew she wasn’t some harmless kitten.

“Um…” I swallowed hard, asking cautiously. “Can I… still refuse your team invitation…?”

“BOOM!”

Her fist cratered the floor in reply.

One hand left her chin. Her smile stayed sweet, but the system warned me Intimidate had lowered my defense again.

I squeezed my legs tight and blurted:

“Miss Anjelit! Teaming with you is the greatest honor of my life, Rogied! Please, let’s team up!”

Why did she insist on teaming with me? Was it really just pity?

“There, there. No need to panic. I’m not scary—I’m actually super gentle! I hate violence~~” Anjelit joked, thrilled by my reaction.

She stood, extending a hand toward me.

“Can you get up?”

“Yeah…”

I grabbed her palm—soft, smooth—and instinctively squeezed.

Anjelit smiled. I yanked my hand back, leaping upright.

“Let’s register the team there. I’m leader. No objections?” She pointed to the second counter in the Adventurer’s Guild, not even glancing back.

She hadn’t considered my opinion at all.

“First, name the team.”

She glanced at me, feigning democracy.

“How about ‘Silver Holy Light Knights’?”

What a cringey name.

I thought it silently, keeping my face neutral and obedient.

With no choice, I plastered on an overenthusiastic grin.

“No objections at all! It’s perfect! I’ve dreamed of being a knight since I was a kid! Seriously!”

Inside, I screamed: What a trash name! Two people aren’t a “knights”! What’s “Silver”? And “Holy Light” is so embarrassing!

Anjelit had never looked happier. Hearing my “childhood dream,” her eyes turned watery with sympathy and regret.

“Even as a useless Hero, keeping a heart faithful to knightly virtues is enough. I’ll fulfill the dreams you can’t.”

Me: “….”

I realized—I was permanently stuck as “the pitiful one” in her eyes.