HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 123: 96 to 121! ] (Patreon)

"While we were a bit apprehensive and nervous down in the 'womb of Hogwarts', we still were pretty sure that the fight would end in our favour. Just like always. We are ridiculously strong, brother. When we grip the hilt of our swords, we become unkillable heros.

"It is not your fault that I got tired in that stupidly long fight and misjudged the basilisk's next attack. It was my mistake that my stamina gave up, and yet I was too proud to ask you to stop and escape.

"Don't beat yourself over it. You needed my help to win that quest, didn't you? Could you have killed that monster on your own with your low level of 96?"

"No. We wouldn't have won without you." He chuckled, the coil of guilt around his heart loosening, if only a little bit.

Her lips curled in a satisfied smile and she gave him a brief peck on his lips. "Now, stop boring me with your sob story and let me sleep. Unlike you, I do need my beauty sleep."

"Fine. You can go back to your dreamland." Harry sighed, the heavy sensation in his chest altogether disappearing.

She nodded and tucked her head under his chin, smooshing her face on his neck and quickly falling back asleep.

But Harry didn't close his eyes. He had one thing to do. One question to ask.

'Creator, are you listening?' He asked in his mind.

Nothing happened for a few seconds until a familiar voice ringed inside his head.

'I am listening, junior. Be quick, I have other matters to focus on.'

'Be honest. How free am I? How in control am I of my own actions? Or am I just a robot with instructions? Are you controlling me? You must have known what would have happened to Iris to give me that perk. Is the future written in stone? Am I just following a path already paved by fate? AM I JUST A PUPPET?' He enquired, frank and direct to the point, not able to suppress his rage at the end, mentally screaming in anguish.

'Calm down, kid, and mind your tone. You aren't powerful enough to talk to me like that. At least not yet. So know your fucking place. Now to answer your questions in order. You are absolutely free and are responsible for all your actions. And no, I am not controlling you. 

'Yes, I knew that Iris might have been heavily injured on this quest, so you got that perk. No, the future isn't etched in stone. It changes every second with your every small action. There are trillions of possible ways in which the future would unfold and it changes every damn second. But some supreme beings, like me, are able to process every possible way and prepare for it. So, do I know the future? Yes, I do, but only for the next second.’

'Although, I have my guesses of how your story will go or what the future will become. And I never tend to be wrong with my predictions. But at the end of the day, they are only guesses. I can be surprised if something strange happens. Also, no, you are not following any path ordained by fate. Fate is my lapdog and my bitch whom I was shagging just before you interrupted my fun. Fuck you for that, you cockblock! Now, stop being an annoying brat and stop blaming me for your actions.’

'I am trying to mould you as my equal. Like Yin and Yang or Good and Evil and all those bullcrap. Are you a puppet? Don't be a daft moron, of course you are not, that would defeat the whole purpose of giving you these powers. You have the most freedom and safety in the entire multiverse. Cease your bitching and whining. Now fuck off so I can go back to pleasuring myself.'

A sharp pain pierced his forehead and a grimace formed on his face. He got the warning and stopped trying to connect with the Creator. The headache faded quickly after that.

"What happened?" asked Iris, having felt the tensing of his body.

"Nothing important. Go back to sleep." answered Harry, gathering her in his arms and holding her in relief.

Iris didn't believe him for a second, but instead of arguing, she decided to drop the subject and bury her face back in the crook of his neck.

'He will talk when he wants to.' That was her last drowsy thought before sleep took her in its silent embrace.

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The next morning, after teleporting Iris to her dorm room, Harry came back to the Room of Requirement. He needed to have an important talk with his friend. He brought up his character Sheet.

Character Sheet

[Name: Harry Potter

Race: Human

Class: Fighter

Lvl: 121(0%)

HP: 6050(10 per second)

MP: 12,100 (100 per second) ]

Traits: 

[Remorseless]

[Lustful]

Perks: 

[Gamer's Mind] (Passive)

[Gamer's Body] (Passive)

[Observe] (Active)

[Peak Body] (Passive)

[Skill Create] (Active)

[Teleportation] (Active)

[Inventory] (Active)

[Increased HP regeneration] (Passive)

[Killer] (Active)

[Increased MP regeneration] (Passive)

[Unlimited Money] (Active)

[Shapeshifter] (Active)

[Death's Favoured] (Passive)

[Reviver] (Active)

[Dreamer] (Passive)

[Sleepless] (Passive)

[Mana Manipulation] (Active)

[Healing Pocket] (Active)

Skills: 

[Brawler]

[Weapon Master]

[Rager]

[Guard]

[Predict]

In the end, the basilisk quest did more good than harm. It made his levels jump from 96 to directly 121. It wasn't everyday that quests with such great rewards appeared. 

Maybe that was also a reason why he and Iris had gone off in the Chamber of Secrets without a second thought.

Iris' power too should have increased exponentially. She must be level 160 right now. It was crazy how quickly he had made his sister a powerhouse.

At the moment, she was the same level as Dumbledore. At least in terms of raw strength. Skillswise, Dumbledore was flying in the sky while they were still trying to climb out of the ravine.