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Chapter 30: Life is a game
Empire State University, Library, After Classes:
“Thanks, Gwen. I don’t know what I would have done without you,” I said to Gwen gratefully. “I am now sure to pass the Maths exam at least.”
“Oh, come on, Kevin, you would have done fine even without me,” Gwen reassured. “Your grip on the subject is already solid; you just need to continue practicing more problems like you did yesterday, and I am sure you will do much better than just passing the exa...
2025-09-07 12:08:30 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 29: Less Shitty Aim
“Ninety-eight.”
“Ninety-nine.”
“Hundred.”
I collapsed onto the mat, panting like a dog. My arms trembled, sweat dripping onto the floor.
Your Constitution has improved through continuous efforts.
Constitution Level Up (F1->F2)
Fucking finally.
I felt as if my muscles were contracting and expanding. It continued for a few seconds, and then everything went back to normal. It might be a placebo effect, but...
2025-08-31 22:18:42 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 26: Seeds of Envy
“You’re pretty ruthless, aren’t you?”
A smug laugh echoed through the phone.
I paused for a moment.
“Did you perhaps dial incorrectly?” I replied flatly.
“Nope,” he chuckled. “Even I got a little scared watching those bikers’ mangled corpses on my drone feed.”
“I think you have dialed the wrong number. If there is nothing else, goodbye,” I said with a tone of finality.
I didn’t bother waiting for his reply and hung up.
<... 2025-08-24 01:31:01 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 24: Present, Ramen, and Cigars
I clicked a picture of Gary’s cold corpse as proof.
“Job’s done.” I messaged.
Within a minute, I received a reply.
“Collect your payment on your next visit.”
At the same time, I also received a system notification.
Mission: Tab Closed (Completed)
Reward: $200, More missions from Reina
Hidden Objective: Find the secret Gary was hiding (Completed)
Hidden Reward: Fake ID 2025-08-16 12:58:27 +0000 UTC View Post
Chapter 23: Tab Closed
“Here’s the money he owed for the last two months,” I said smugly as I passed the bills that old man Kobayashi gave me to Reina.
I leaned back into the chair in front of her desk—damn, this thing was comfy. When I get my own office, I’m getting one even better—top-tier lumbar support for my back for my criminal career.
There was a brief flicker of surprise in her eyes as I handed her the money, but her usual icy expression swiftly covered it.
Interesting. She did...
2025-08-11 01:00:38 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 22: Sloppy Footwork
The ramen shop wasn’t far, so I decided to walk.
I hadn’t brought my taxi for the same reason I chose to work in Newark in the first place—to keep my civilian life clean, at least, for as long as possible.
While walking, I checked a few notifications I got after talking to Reina.
Due to your actions, you acquired a new skill: Acting (Novice).
Nice. Completely underrated but extremely helpful.
I checked the second notification.
<...
2025-08-03 18:21:28 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 21: La Madrina
A month had passed since the alley fight. We never saw Vince again. Even Marko assured that Vince didn’t bother him again. For now, this chapter was considered closed.
Nothing major happened since, but I wasn’t sitting idle either. Missions were moving along. Some were faster than others.
Vigilante (13/100)
Paramedic (56/100)
Delivery (22/100)
Burglary (19/100)
Art o...
Chapter 20: One Day in Hell Part 2
Four hours had passed since I had arrived here. I came across those monsters three more times. Every time, I defeated them with a scream.
Two times, I fought against only one of them. The third time, there were two at the same time. I thought they were lone wolves, but they might also hunt in groups.
Once, I also met another type of monster. It resembled a wasp, but was about a meter in size, with a reddish-black color. It had eight eyes on its hideous face with disgusting sarcoma...
2025-08-02 21:32:34 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 19: One Day in Hell Part 1
The ground was cracked and brittle, pale like sun-bleached bone. Jagged ridges of dark stone jutted from the earth at sharp angles, casting long, twisted shadows across a landscape drowned in perpetual red twilight. Overhead, the sky churned slowly, layered with thick, unmoving clouds streaked by veins of black and deep crimson. No sun pierced the haze—only a dim, pulsing glow that bled through in waves, casting a sickly hue over everything below.
The air hung motionless, hot and dry,...
2025-08-02 21:30:50 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 17: I Refuse
Inside some shady alley:
“You bitch. Didn’t I tell you to sell all the dope by tonight?” A thug barked as he slapped a girl in front of him.
The slap echoed through the alley as the girl staggered back, clutching her cheek.
Around her, five other thugs stood like it was a live-action sitcom—grinning, sneering, waiting for the next blow. None of them moved to help. Of course they didn’t.
“S-sorry, Vince,” the girl sobbed. “Please… just...
2025-08-02 21:29:39 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 16: No Deal with the Mask On
A taxi rolled to a stop in a quiet Queens cul-de-sac—the kind of place where nothing ever happens except parcel deliveries and passive-aggressive HOA meetings.
The passenger, a mid-20s guy in a black hoodie and earbuds, tapped his phone and ended the ride.
“Cool, thanks, man,” he said, reaching for the door.
“Yup. No problem,” I said, glancing in the rear view mirror. “That'll be five stars and a life-changing tip.”
“Already tipped in the app,” he chu...
2025-07-27 21:51:04 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 15: Work Hard, Play Hard
“Shit! The safe’s open!” one thug barked.
“It’s empty!” another choked out.
“No. No. No… Boss’ll kill us if he finds out,” a third muttered, voice shaky.
“Search the place. They must be around here somewhere,” the thug with the gun ordered the other two thugs with a gun and a machete. They nodded and left the room. The thug gave one last cursory glance to the room, his gaze passing the desk, couch, and file cabinet.
I heard the receding sound of...
2025-07-21 16:13:29 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 13: In, Out, and Screwed in Between
“Search the place. They must be around here somewhere,” a thug said, looking around the room to see if any of the intruders were hiding there. The gun in his hand was ready to shoot any uninvited face on sight.
The room looked like an old office — not well-maintained, but still used. It had a large desk with files, folders, and other stationery items. A chair for a boss on one side of it, with two slightly lower-quality chairs in front of it. Papers and stationery were scattered o...
2025-07-21 16:12:26 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 12: False Friends, Real Wounds
Peter easily blocked the punch by catching it with his hand. A straight hook and Flash saw stars in the cafeteria.
Flash refused to go down. He roared and punched again, but it looked sloppy, wild, and unbalanced.
Peter blocked it effortlessly and drove a gut-punch into his stomach.
Flash folded like a cheap table.
“Woohoo!”
“Fight, fight, fight!”
“Get his ass!”
“You useless pussy!”
The cafeteria exploded in shouts and jeers. The...
2025-07-21 16:12:00 +0000 UTC View Post