The S Class That I Raised Ch 1

Okay, so picture this. Me. Normal-ish. And then... BAM! Apocalypse! But not the zombie kind. Nope, way more complicated. Think dungeons, monsters, and… stat windows? Yeah, I know, sounds like a ridiculously over-the-top RPG. But trust me, it's real. Freaking real.

The world changed overnight. People started "awakening," getting special abilities, stat boosts… You know, the whole isekai shebang. Except, unlike those lucky protagonists, I didn't get super strength or magic powers. My special ability? Well, let's just say it's... unique. And incredibly frustrating. At first.

See, I became a… caretaker. Yeah, sounds lame, right? Like I should be changing diapers in a post-apocalyptic nursing home. But hold on, it gets weirder. My "caretaking" allows me to see the potential of other people. Like, really see it. Their hidden strengths, their weaknesses… the whole enchilada. I can even boost their stats! Tiny boosts, mind you, but still!

So, there I was, utterly useless in a world suddenly overrun by monster-infested dungeons. I mean, what’s a stat buffing guy gonna do against a giant spider? Absolutely nothing. Probably become spider lunch. Fun times.

The Fated Encounter (Or How I Met My First S-Class)

I was scavenging for food (read: desperately digging through trash) when I saw her. A girl. Maybe sixteen? Covered in grime, fighting off… get this… a rabid chihuahua. Yes, the apocalypse is terrifying, but sometimes, it's just plain absurd. Anyway, she was holding her own, but barely. She was also radiating… potential. Like, off the charts potential.

My caretaker senses tingled. Like a spider-sense, but for… well, caring. Corny, I know. But I couldn’t just stand there! I had to do something. Even if it was just yell encouraging things from a safe distance. Which, admittedly, is pretty much what I did. “You can do it! Bite back! Metaphorically, of course!” I’m not sure she even heard me.

Thankfully, she managed to subdue the ferocious canine using a well-aimed kick. Seriously, that chihuahua had it coming. And then… she passed out. Dehydration, exhaustion… the usual apocalypse fare.

So, being the responsible caretaker I am (or trying to be), I dragged her back to my… “shelter.” Aka, a dilapidated storage container I’d claimed as my own. It wasn’t pretty, but it was dry-ish. And relatively rat-free. Relatively.

While she was unconscious, I did what any reasonable person with a stat-boosting ability would do. I peeked at her stats. And holy moly. This girl was a gold mine! Strength? Already impressive. Agility? Cat-like! Potential? Off the freakin’ charts! Like, S-Class level potential! Could it be? Was this the start of my journey?

Operation: Make Her S-Class (And Not Get Eaten in the Process)

She finally woke up, understandably confused and wary. Imagine waking up in a stranger’s storage container after fighting a rabid chihuahua. Not exactly a five-star experience.

“Who are you? Where am I?” she croaked, her voice raspy. I tried to explain the whole “caretaker” thing without sounding like a complete lunatic. Let’s just say it didn’t go smoothly. There were raised eyebrows, skeptical glares, and a lot of questions I couldn’t answer. Like, why do I know your potential is S-Class? Yeah, try explaining that without sounding completely crazy.

But here's the thing, she was also desperate. The apocalypse does that to people. And she was smart enough to realize I was being genuine, even if my explanations were… unconventional. So, after a bit of convincing (and a stale granola bar), she agreed to hear me out.

And that's how it started. My journey to raise the S-Class. One tiny stat boost at a time. What could possibly go wrong? (Don't answer that.) Prepare for dungeons, monsters, and the general chaos of the apocalypse. Plus, trying to keep a teenage girl alive. It's going to be… interesting.