Greed God chapter 3

January 24th 2016 Brentwood Academy 12:00 PM EDT

I  did not, as it happened, go to school in Metropolis. Not that I  wouldn't have preferred it, but the schools in Metropolis were all  garbage, so I commuted to Bristol Township to Brentwood Academy. Bristol  Township was in New Jersey, right over the river from Metro but not  actually IN Gotham. Bristol Township was where people like Bruce Wayne  lived, so I grudgingly agreed to go to school over there when it was  suggested. The commute was annoying, but they had a helicopter pad, so  it didn't take as long to get there as it could have.

Zack  was waiting for me when I showed up in the morning and told me he'd  gotten in touch with Riley and that the fence would meet us behind the  academy at lunch, so I ended up just relaxing and enjoying my day. The  Greed System had breathed new life back into me it felt like and I  couldn't help but think the sun was shining just a bit brighter these  days, classes seemed less monotonous than usual, though the painted on  skirt Miss Mendez was wearing in English class might have helped with  that.

I  usually didn't enjoy that class much but watching the thick Latina  twenty something bend over to check her grade book definitely put me in a  good mood. I considered texting Sarah for a little throat fucking in  the janitor's closet to let off the tension but I decided to just tough  it out. I was too excited about some of the new items I'd merged last  night to really savor the pretty cheerleaders admittedly excellent dick  sucking skills. I mentally reviewed the items I'd merged, most of which I  had stashed in a bag in my helicopter, as I'd seen them last night.

[Appraisal  function activated. Treasure detected. Training Katana-I rank. Imbued  with the skill and knowledge of a master martial artist inspiration  flows through the user when wielding this blade. The embedded skills  will slowly shape the wielder into a master of the blade.]

The  unadorned katana was one of my best creations last night, and one I had  considered keeping for myself, until I realized I could just make  another one with another set of martial art's DVDs and then did so. I  decided to sell off the original because something like would be mighty  useful to pretty much anyone. I'd also decided to finally test out  making my own H rank item. Biting my tongue and gritting my teeth  through using a hundred points for a merge.

[Appraisal  function activated. Treasure detected. Renegade Mantle-H rank. A heavy  leather jacket with immense durability, the mantle protects it's wearer  from blunt object, knives, and even low caliber gunfire. The perfect  raiment for a true rebel, the mantle is as stylish as it effective.]

That  one I was actually wearing right now, and would be keeping. It really  did look fantastic. I'd made it by merging the bulletproof vest with a  padded leather bomber jacket. I was a bit weighty but it looked  fantastic. I'd even noticed Miss Mendez eyeing me when I came in, and I  made a mental note to feel her out a bit. I'd never fucked a teacher  before, but pounding that thick jiggly ass over her desk would be a hell  of a way to celebrate my potential windfall. I put it on hold though, I  was betting I'd have to really work to get into her panties and I had  better things to do.

Speaking of  my windfall, according to the system I would get a single GP for every  ten dollars I acquired. Given the vast difference in apparent quality  between I and H grade I'd decided to use up the rest of my points making  some other things I could sell for a bigger paycheck. I started of  course, with weapons. Specifically those brass knuckles I'd grabbed  which I merged with and I rank boxing manual I got from merging a pair  of books on the subject.

[Appraisal  function activated. Treasure detected. Knuckles of the Pugilist-H rank.  A pair of weighted knuckles made of durable brass that guide the users  blows to vulnerable areas. Continued use provides guidance and  improvement on the art of the fist.]

Another  hot seller I was pretty sure, any random supervillain flunkie would  love to get his hands on the tools to become a master boxer, not to  mention the whole weakness seeking function which was pretty damn cool.  After I got that gorgeous result I decided that I should make a version  of that for the less physically inclined among my customers, which was  why I decided to create yet another training weapon and probably the  most valuable piece I had by using a hunting rifle and an I rank  marksmanship DVD made from fusing two J ranked versions.

[Appraisal  function activated. Treasure detected. Deadeye's rifle-H rank. A rifle  imbued with the spirit of a master marksman. Provides insight into the  act of long range shooting and subtly guides the users shots to find  their mark.]

A  gun with homing bullets was basically the holy grail of mook weapons,  and I was honestly curious if Riley even had the kind of distribution  network to move gear like this, but sadly he was really the only option I  had. I couldn't go to my dad about this without revealing where I'd  gotten my new gear, and I wasn't stupid enough to tell Maxwell Lord that  I had superpowers. He might not actually hurt me, but I'd basically  become an item factory for the old man.

I  kept my last hundred points after merging a few pieces of costume  jewelry to sell. The merged versions came out silver with actual gems.  Apparently silver was far enough behind gold in perceived value not to  spike the ratings of the rings, which had all turned out to be I rank  luckily. Three rings, all decent quality and made with semi precious  stones like Opal and Amethyst had taken me down to the one hundred point  mark. Class finally ended, and I couldn't resist asking Miss Mendez  when her after school office hours were. She told me an I promised to  come by when I had the time.

Then  I headed out to the helipad to grab my stuff and meet Zack and Riley  out in the parking lot. The duffel I used to carry the stuff was bulging  but I wasn't too worried about it, nobody hassled me at Brentwood, the  other students knew I was in charge and the teachers were all too scared  of my dad to make waves, especially since I was a senior and this was  my last year, it just wasn't worth the annoyance to pick a fight with  someone like me when they could just wait me out. Perks of being a Lord.

Granted  my family wasn't Wayne levels of rich. Our net worth was around four  billion to Bruce Wayne's eighty billion, but it was more than enough to  put us in the top ten richest families on the planet, and that kind of  money puts some serious juice behind anyone's reputation. Regardless, I  made it out to the parking lot with the overstuffed duffel easily  enough, and I spotted Zack and his cousin sitting on the roof of Riley's  armored black mustang. The fence had shown Zack and I the armored  features a few times. The thing could take a point blank RPG.

Zack  waved over to me when he I came into view, a big grin on his boyish  face. My best friend was the best fullback Brentwood had. Dark skinned  and tall, with wide shoulders and close cropped hair, Zack was the  picture of the earnest high school athlete, something that won him more  than a few admirers among the student female population. Hid reputation  was further enhanced by the fact that Zack had no interest in hassling  anyone, content to just party and live and let live. He wasn't scared to  mix it up if you pushed him but he didn't go looking for trouble.

Riley,  his cousin, was a smaller much leaner man, with the same dark  complexion and easy smile, but the older man's hazel eyes had a streak  of cruelty in them that always kind of unnerved me. Riley didn't just  look for trouble, he relished it, and I tended to avoid him when  possible for that exact reason. Money can get you out of a lot of  scrapes, but as far as I was aware it couldn't bring you back from the  dead.

Sadly I  wasn't in a position to be picky for the moment, so I was forced to  work through the one connection I had. I trusted Zack enough not to be  too worried Riley would try something with me though, so it was an  acceptable risk. Riley stepped up to shake my hand, with Zack clasping  it after and pulling me into a one armed bro hug and I grinned at them  both. "Hey Riley, you're looking good, hope you brought your inspecting A  game today because I've got some great stuff."

He  laughed amiably. "Of course Nicky, when I heard Zack say the Little  Lord wanted a meeting I couldn't believe my ears. I know the kind of  stuff your daddy mucks around with, can't wait to see what you've got."  My eye twitched slightly at the nickname, which i fucking hated, but I  moved on easily enough. Never let personal feelings get in the way of  business, it was the first lesson my old man ever taught me.

I  plopped the duffel down and unzipped it, handing over the rings. Riley  glanced over them with an experienced eye, then bit down lightly on one.  He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Shame. These aren't bad but this  is sterling silver. Sterling is good for utensils and things that see  regular use because it's so sturdy but fine silver is better for  jewelry. Still the Opal in this ring isn't bad, and this Amethyst is  pretty cleanly cut. I can do they're natural stones too, so I can do  three hundred for the three of them."

His  voice was disappointed, clearly let down by the low quality of my  goods. That emotion did an about face when he handed over the cash  (netting me back the thirty points I used to make the rings at least)  and I took out the weapons. The knuckles, rifle, and katana all caught  his attention as I explained what they did, but the thing that drew him  in the most was the Liquor Sword. He was staring at it like he needed to  have it any cost, which was fantastic for my price potential.

I  passed the items to him, letting him test the knuckles and katana,  though for obvious reasons firing a rifle in the parking lot of a school  was out, and I let him swing the Liquor Sword a few times to get a feel  for it. In the end Riley wired me sixty thousand for all three of the  weapons, bringing me up to six thousand one hundred and thirty points  total. I grinned internally at the windfall despite being pretty sure I  could have gotten more. It was good to build contacts.

Riley  put the weapons away in his car with a satisfied smile and stuck his  hand out again. "Pleasure doing business with you Nicky. If you come  across any other goods of this quality feel free to reach out. i can  think of a dozen high profile villains in Gotham and Metropolis alone  that would pay top dollar for weapons of this quality." I thanked him  and he took off, in much too big a hurry and clearly excited to unload  the gear for much more than he paid for it. As Zack whooped in triumph  at the massive haul I got another message from the system.

[Congratulations  host on reaching the thousand point milestone, your growth has been  impressive to witness. Continue to grow stronger and pursue more  treasures. It would be a shame if you didn't get strong enough and were  killed by the others.]

I  blinked at that. Well, what the fuck did that mean? I officially had a  headache. I waved Zack over to his car, deciding to ditch out on the  next class. I needed some coffee or something to clear my head.