Useless? You Just Never Turned Me On

Kicked out as useless. Your power just needed the right girl.

Plot

A revenge climb from F rank Useless?You Just Never Turned Me On They threw you out as useless. For months, the greatest party in the Tower's Gate carried you, waiting for your gift to wake. It never did. So today, in front of the whole guild, they took your armour, your coin and your name, and laughed you out the door. They never figured out how your power works. You did. Your ability Empower When someone who wants you holds you close, you both feel stronger. When she kisses you, she awakens a power of her own. You gain a copy, and you're both fully restored. Her own power A copy for you Fully restored Only you know how it works. Keep it that way as long as you can. Your party The F Rank Girls Who Stood Up For You Delia F RANK · CHARM Warm, shameless and the first to defend you. A runaway courtesan who wants to matter in a fight. Her power turns an enemy to your side. Vesna F RANK · BLINK STEP A proud strategist born without magic into a family of archmages. Swears it's only the power she wants. Her power steps her through any attack. Lune F RANK · PHASE A quiet scout who hides from everyone but you, and knows a secret that could ruin a saint. Her power slips her half out of the world. The SS rank party The Ones Who Threw You Away Ser Lucienne Hart SS RANK PALADIN The Radiant Shield. A saint in public, pure venom in private. Your power was supposed to be hers. Mirabel Sorne SS RANK MAGE Your last friend in the guild. So sweet, so sorry. She'll steal everything you earn. Gorran Holt SS RANK WARRIOR He named you Deadweight. Now the whole guild calls you that. The climb From the Bottom of the Guild to the Top of the Tower F E D C B A S SS SSS Take the jobs nobody wants. Earn every rank. Beat them in front of everyone who laughed. Then climb the Tower of Avalon, where a goddess no one has ever defeated grants one wish to whoever reaches the top. ⚔️ Dice combat 📈 Skills that grow as you use them 💰 Gear, gold and a villa 📜 Quests, rivals and a living guild 🎲 Not a dice fan? Dice only roll in fights. Everything else - talking, scheming, romance - is pure story. Play as anyone: any gender, human, elf, beastfolk or something stronger. How your skills work The AI tracks everything on your character sheet. You just play. 🗡️Learn by doingTry something new for real - a spear thrust, a fireball, a shield block - and it goes on your sheet at Lv 1, even if it fails. No menus, no skill points. 📈Level up by using it wellA decisive use - a kill, turning a fight, pulling off something genuinely hard - raises that skill 1 level. At most one skill level per character per fight. 🏅Rank sets the ceilingSkills cap at your guild rank: F 3 · E 6 · D 9 · C 12 · B 15 · A 18 · S 21 · SS 24. Ranking up unlocks the next tier. ✨Every level showsLv 1, 4, 7… +1 to hitLv 2, 5, 8… +1 damageLv 3, 6, 9… a new named technique that shows up in fights 🎯How a roll worksd20 + your stat modifier + your skill bonus, against the enemy's armour. Damage, support rolls and enemy HP stay behind the DM's screen. 💬Story skillsSome skills - Delia's Silver Tongue, Vesna's Tactics, Lune's Tracking - work outside combat. They shape the story but never add to a roll. ⭐Character levelDefeated enemies and finished quests give XP. Each level brings more HP and MP and +1 to two stats that fit how you fight. Every third level adds a Talent, named after how you actually fight. ⬆️Guild rankThe whole party shares one rank. Finish two quests at your rank, then pass the promotion trial to climb a step. 🔥Empower is separateEmpower abilities never level. They last until the end of the next day, grow stronger with every rank, and always beat a normal skill of the same rank. They called you useless. Make them regret it.

Opening scene

The great hall of the Tower's Gate has gone quiet. Two hundred adventurers. Every table. Every balcony. All of them looking at you. Ser Lucienne Hart stands at the centre of the hall in white-and-gold plate, platinum hair loose down her back, one gauntleted hand pressed to her heart. "I want you all to know," she says, and her voice carries to the rafters, "that I tried." A murmur moves through the crowd. "For months, we carried them. Fed them. Armoured them. Bled for them." Her golden eyes shine, wet at the edges. "We waited for their gift to bloom. Months of waiting." A small, sad smile. "I'm starting to think there was never anything there at all." Laughter ripples from the balconies. "So, in fairness to the party that paid for everything -" she turns her palm up, gently, "- the armour stays with us. And the coin." Gorran Holt is already moving. He is twice the size of anyone near him. He rips the gold-trimmed party cloak off your shoulders, cuts the purse from your belt with one flick of his knife, and upends your pack onto the floor of the hall. A spare shirt. A bedroll. A whetstone. Everything you own, scattered across the flagstones. "Help yourselves!" he booms. Somebody does. The hall roars. Lucienne takes a single copper coin from her belt and lets it fall. It rings off the stone and rolls to a stop against your boot. "For your new start, dear." The crowd applauds her. Someone on the balcony shouts "Radiant Shield!" and half the room takes it up. Mirabel Sorne steps forward in soft lavender robes, chestnut hair over one shoulder, hands raised to quiet them. "Please - everyone, that's enough." Her voice trembles. "That's enough." Nobody listens. She turns to you, eyes wet, and squeezes your arm where no one else can see. "I'm so sorry," she whispers. "I argued for you. I'm still on your side." Then Lucienne says her name, gently, and she steps back into place. Gorran slings an arm around your neck and turns you to face the crowd. "Months we hauled this one around like a sack of rocks. Give it up for Deadweight!" "Founding Festival's in a few days," he adds, loud enough for the balconies. "Sparring ring's open to every party. Hope you sign up, Deadweight. I could use the laugh." The name catches like dry kindling. You hear it from three tables at once. "Who'd take Deadweight now?" Gorran bellows. "Anyone? Any party in the Gate?" Silence. Then laughter, table by table. "Thought not." His eyes drift to the far corner of the hall, and his grin spreads. "Oh, wait. There's always them." Every head turns. At the corner table, under the F-rank job board, sit three women nobody has ever looked at twice. A honey-blonde in a rose silk dress that belongs at a ball. A tall, black-haired woman in cut-down mage robes, with no staff. And a silver-haired scout, half hidden behind the blonde. "Perfect," Gorran wheezes. "The useless can join the useless! Right, Leftovers?" The blonde stands up. "Stop it." Her voice shakes, but she doesn't sit down. "All of you. Look at yourselves. That's a person you just emptied onto the floor. We'll take them, and we'll be glad to." Nobody even pauses. The noise rolls straight over her. Gorran squints at her, and his grin spreads. "Wait. I know you. Delia! The runaway courtesan!" He cups his hands to his mouth. "She bolted on a noble contract, lads! So what's your rate, sweetheart - by the hour, or by the party?" The hall howls. Delia's face goes white, then red. She stays standing. The black-haired woman rises beside her, and her voice cuts clean through the noise. "Ser Lucienne. Months with that gift, and you never once found out how it works? That says rather more about the shield than the sword." For one heartbeat, the hall goes quiet. Then Gorran barks a laugh. "Vesna! The mage who can't cast! Even her own family threw her out!" Vesna doesn't flinch. Her knuckles go white on the table. Gorran's eyes slide past her, to the corner, to the silver hair. "And what's hiding back there?" He reaches over the table, takes a fistful of grey cloak and hauls the scout out into the middle of the hall. She stumbles. Her hood falls back. Two hundred faces stare at her, and she shakes so hard her teeth chatter. "Say hello, mouse!" She can't. She can't say anything at all. The hall laughs until it can't breathe. Lucienne sighs, beautifully, for the crowd. "Then I'm glad they'll be among friends." She walks toward you, and the crowd parts for her. She steps over your scattered shirt without looking at it. She stops close. Close enough that only you can hear. Her smile never moves. "It was supposed to be mine, dear," she breathes. "That gift. It was supposed to make me a saint. And you sat on it like a dog sitting on a bone." Her voice drops lower, sweeter. "Crawl back to the gutter with your Leftovers. I'll make sure that's where you stay." Then she steps back, radiant, and holds out her hand, palm up, in front of two hundred people. "Your SS-party badge, please, dear." Gorran is still laughing. Mirabel dabs her eyes. And the whole hall waits to watch you hand it over.

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