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<⬪ Daily Talent Creation and Acquisition Mechanic ⬪>
Today's Talents: Refreshes in 7 hours.
⬪ 『Nightstalker』Stay in the shadows for an amount of time: 0/12 (hours).
⬪ 『Sex Leveler』 Experience sexual encounters: 0/100.
⬪ 『Grand Leader』 Convince people with your words: 8/100.
⬪ 『Intuitive Proficiency』 Use your intuition: 44/100.
The sound of heavy rain violently hitting the roof as a strong, harsh wind relentlessly blew was all the ambience the two could hear. Yani observed as the whole road was submerged, silently noting that going home would be a hassle.
Mr. Sim had given three of his workers an early leave due to the weather. The news stated that it was going to last for several hours. Seeing no possible customers due to the weather. Mr. Sim thought it would be best to let them go home early.
Frizz spat out his drink, drenching Yani in front of him. "Eew! Why!?" she exclaimed in disgust, hastily wiping away the spitted drink.
"I'm sorry, I just saw something ridiculous," Frizz excused, eyes still focused on the system notification. The sight of the talent prerequisites gave him a shocking scare.
"Here are your additional orders: four slices of pizza and an extra dip." The young server gently placed down their orders.
The sweet, attracting aroma of a freshly made pizza was enough to rumble Frizz's stomach. However, there was something present that distracted him. (What the hell are these requirements?)
(Have a sexual encounter one hundred times? That means to get that talent I have to get laid a hundred times within seven hours? My jewels would fall off.) He thought, munching on a slice of pizza.
(Intuitive Proficiency and Grand Leader seem doable within seven hours. I even made some progress. I didn't even realize. That's amazing.)
"Heeey!" Yani called, waving her hand in front of Frizz. "I know you're not staring at that young waiter's ass, so what are you looking at exactly?"
"I have a couple of timed objectives that I need to do," Frizz reasoned, trying to excuse himself.
"Great! I need to gain some experience too. We can help each other."
"We're not doing a lot due to this pesky rain."
"We're not going to wait for it to let up. Follow me; I know a place where we can beat up addicts," Yani declared while Frizz glanced at the submerged road outside with a soured face.
"Addicts? I'm not interested in substance abusers, only substance dealers."
"They're addicts who happen to be criminals. There are a lot of them."
Frizz stared at the enthusiastic Yani. She was drunk on her abilities, currently in that invincible phase. He could sense her excitement. Eager to test out her power and strength.
The sight of her recklessness caused Frizz to snort. The feeling of being at the top of the world, the alpha, was a sentiment that he was all too acquainted with. However, his experiences and several perks have tempered his recklessness.
(She's going to get in trouble one of these days.)
"Alright, I'll go with you," Frizz said, deciding to guide and temper Yani's recklessness.
Yani smiled upon hearing the approval and hurriedly finished her order. The sight of her hastily gorging her food caused Frizz to recoil, noting that she was making a mess.
One hour later...
The heavy rain continued, not showing signs of slowing down. The two almost slipped several times due to the rushing water already submerging their feet. Frizz was already regretting his decision; meanwhile, Yani wasn't deterred, still invigorated.
After some time of walking, they've arrived at an old, ruined public school. Frizz's expression slightly gloomed upon the depressing sight as he remembered old childhood memories when it was active. The school had an open playground for the town's children.
"They're here," Yani declared, lowering her figure and hiding behind a tree. "There was a stabbing here several days ago. A deal gone bad," she said, pulling out a retractable baton.
(Not bad...) Frizz mused while pulling out a weapon of his own, a pipe wrench.
"Let's enter through here," Yani added, pointing at a broken-down wall and effortlessly climbing it while Frizz flew over, lightly bragging.
The sight of him flying sparked an envy deep inside her. "What's the name of that flying perk? When can I start doing that?"
"You're still a few levels behind. Now let's go," Frizz said, motioning for Yani to lead the way.
The school's grounds were wide and had enough space to freely sprint. The school up ahead was in dire need of repairs. Overgrown vines and weeds had taken most of the school.
Despite the dire state, a classroom dimly glowed. The lights inside flickered, a sign that there were several people. The two confidently marched towards the glowing classroom while heavily soaked, ignoring the harsh weather.
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Inside the broken-down classroom was a secret meeting. The harsh weather outside provided an unwanted yet beneficial opportunity since the meeting demanded secrecy, distant from prying eyes.
An elderly figure wearing a yellow raincoat while shivering uncomfortably sat at a broken table, confronting seven shivering, disheveled middle-aged men. The leader of the disheveled men stepped forward with a sour face, discontent with the amount of money that they received.
"This isn't enough. This is barely worth our effort. You promised us more." The disheveled middle-aged man protested as his six lackeys behind him, also disheveled, nodded in approval.
"When we say we want damage to our opponents reputation, we want damage, a smear, or a defamation," the elderly man said in a shaky voice while rubbing his hands together. "We wanted you to throw shit at our opponents, not throw mud."
The whole group that the elderly man hired glanced at each other, confused at the difference.
*Sigh.* "Throwing shit means accusations that stick: infidelity, sexual assaults, and vote buying," the elderly man said while the group's leader nodded, intent on learning the political jargon. "Throwing mud means accusations that are ineffective: lying, alcohol abuse, and corruption."
"Do you know a politician who isn't corrupt and a liar?" The elderly man said, throwing his hands in frustration. "We wanted you to riot during our free rice giveaway campaign while wearing our opponent's colors, but all you did was heckle the crowd and get kicked out."
The group's leader, a middle-aged man, clicked his tongue. "We wanted a fight, but your supporters didn't. We kept pressing them and even struck first, but all we received were boos and a police chase."
*Sssh!* The elderly man snapped at the noise, standing up and approaching a window. The rain carried by the hard wind blocked the view outside. Unable to see clearly, he shrugged his suspicions away.
"Next time, we are doing a free soup event in our opponent's heavily dominated area. We want you to pose as drunks and spill the soup as some sort of block solidarity," the elder man stated in a hushed tone, preparing his umbrella.
The group of disheveled men looked at each other; their leader was also confused. "Block solidarity?"
"Ah, God!" The elderly man frustratingly exclaimed, striking his umbrella at a wooden door. "Loyalty to a group and are unwilling to change," he said, facepalming.
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"You can move now..." Yani muttered while straining. She was holding Frizz by his jacket since he slipped and almost blew their cover.
Frizz slowly corrected his pose and hid behind an overgrown shrub. "Thanks..."
"I hate politics," Yani said, seething. "This country is corrupt to the core. Even the good ones will even resort to bad ways. This is why we need a revolution. The poor and working class are continuously oppressed by the rich capitalist pigs."
(You're seventeen and with barely any work experience. What the fuck are you thinking?) Frizz mused, rubbing his chin. (Still, I expected a drug deal, not some political crap.)
"Well, comrade commissar, what now?" Frizz asked the fuming Yani.
*Clank!* As soon as Frizz asked his question, Yani charged in, breaking the glass window with no plan in mind aside from the reckless and unrestrained violence.
"Hmmm... I am not even surprised," Frizz mulled, hearing the gasps from the outside, and entered the classroom by kicking the door and sending it straight to the elderly man.
*Thud!* The door broke upon the impact and staggered the elderly man, knocking him out. (Crap, I wanted to ask questions.)
"Who are these people!?"
"Who the fuck are you!?"
"Boss, what do we do?"
"Do we fucking kill them?"
The group of disheveled men panicked as they brandished their knives. "Fucking kill. These pieces of shit are ruining our business!" The middle-aged leader yelled while aggressively rubbing his bald head.
Yani swiftly charged and disarmed the first man, whacking the knife away as she lowered herself and delivered a sweeping kick. Knocking down two men.
Three men charged at her, attempting to grapple and hold her down, but she managed to dispatch the three with one aimed strike each to their chests.
*Whack!* Yani was struck with a chair, shattering upon impact due to the age and rot.
"You piece of shit!" Yani roared, picking up a body and throwing it straight at the attacker. *Thud!*
The last man standing, the middle-aged leader, watched as his group was defeated by a young girl. The gang he worked so hard to prop up was defeated by some woman. His pride and ego wouldn't let him.
*Click!* A revolver was trained at Yani. Her swift movements halted at the sight of a revolver. "Go to hell, bitch!" *Bang!*