A pair of gold earrings

Trevor sighed as he rummaged through the cluster of items carelessly stacked in the attic.

He couldn't believe that this was how he was spending a Sunday afternoon: Stuck in a dusty, hot attic trying to reorganize centuries' worth of trophies, of which more than half of the owners had died before he was born.

Outside of the window, he could barely hear the other campers of Camp Half-Blood laughing and chatting amongst themselves.

They were probably enjoying the nice day doing whatever they wanted, free from the weekday's training schedules, not interested in the slightest about him being stuck in this dull task.

That was how Trevor was treated his whole life—not interested.

His mother rarely bothered to show up at their small, outworn apartment, preferring to stay at a rich guy's house she swooned over for the day.

When a satyr came to him and revealed his true parentage, Trevor had hoped that it would bring a new wind under his sail.

He was a son of god.

There was a whole different world he had never known about.

It was exactly what he had wanted...until the crushing reality caught up to him.

When he arrived at Camp Half-Blood, the instructor, Chiron was appalled to hear that a monster had never threatened Trevor.

A few tests afterward, it was revealed that his 'godly side' was pitifully weak compared to an average demigod.

Needless to say, none of the Campers took much interest in him.

It was the same cycle repeating.

He was an unremarkable nobody, only useful to fill in the background while others did whatever they wanted.

The fact that he was assigned to do this chore was yet another proof of the frustrating reality.

"Hey, Miller."

Trevor looked up at the voice calling him.

A beautiful blonde girl was scowling at his face, holding the stuffed claw he threw in one hand.

"Look at what you are throwing away. This is from the 1860's. We're only throwing stuff that is 500 years or older."

The girl's name was Annabeth Chase, the counselor of Cabin 6, also known as Athena's Cabin.

She was described as many by words such as "Beautiful," "Courageous," "Strong-Willed," and countless other positive traits.

On the other hand, Trevor found her one of the most strict, unbearable women he had the displeasure of meeting.

Ever since they entered the attic together, all Annabeth did was scold Trevor whenever he made a mistake, adding more stress to him when he didn't want to be here in the first place.

As Annabeth ranted on, Trevor's focus naturally shifted onto the only good trait he could agree on—her physique.

Annabeth had a fit body courtesy of her regular workouts. Her muscular arms and legs, matched with her tanned skin made her a perfect fitness model.

On the flip side, her natural C-sized breast cups and juicy ass were the perfect size to fantasize about groping and squeezing them, although everyone knew Annabeth was off-limits.

Not only touching her might end up getting you judo-flipped down to the Underworld, her boyfriend was Percy Jackson—the most famous/powerful demigod in the current era.

So all Trevor could gain from this insufferable task was ogling at the cleavage of Annabeth's ample breasts while she yelled at him.

"Hey! My eyes are up here!"

Trevor snapped his eyes up.

Annabeth huffed offendedly. Her grey eyes glared at him, contemplating whether to punish him for the shameful act or not.

She ultimately decided against it, only because she wanted to get the job over as soon as possible.

"Stop daydreaming and do it right, understand?" She snapped.

"Alright," Trevor mumbled and shuffled away to a random shelf.

He rummaged through some more useless junk, seething in his mind. If only there was a chance, he'd teach the naggy blonde bitch a lesson she'll never forget...

"Huh?"

That was when Trevor spotted a glitter underneath the shelf.

He knelt on the floor, confused as to how something could have twinkled when there was no light shinning on it.

After a few blind gropes, Trevor pulled out a pair of golden earrings shaped like N's.

It didn't have a tag on it like the rest of the trophies kept in the attic, but as Trevor held it in his palms, he felt that the ornament was not something ordinary.

'Maybe if I put these on, something might happen.'

Trevor had been strictly advised not to mess with any trophies found in the attic before the chore started.

But then again, this didn't have a tag on it. Who says these were a trophy? Maybe someone carelessly dropped it in the past and forgot about it.

Trevor put on the earrings, and as soon as he did, the magic embedded within the earrings notified him of its power.

'Normality Earrings!? This is awesome!'

As long as he was in possession of the earrings, whatever he did will be considered normal, while also determining what was "normal" by simply declaring it so.

It was an insanely powerful ability. He couldn't believe such an artifact practically rolled into his pocket.

Finally, his years worth of miserable life was rewarded!

"Miller, I told you to stop moping around and do some work!"

And, just his luck—there was a perfect specimen to test his powers on!