Two days later...
Frizz sat on a chair, relaxing on his house's veranda on the second floor, taking a sip of tea, and looked around, enjoying the calm view from his position. Two days had passed since he robbed Baron. It was his biggest current accomplishment.
Despite coming out victorious and managing to dupe them, a lingering anxiety persisted. Always thinking that they'd go after him.
Yesterday, one of his neighbors saw a viral video of Frizz getting robbed, which prompted him to tell Frizz's father. His father was the last person he wanted to know. His father was strict and commanding, a trait which he'd inherited from the military.
Frizz's father was honorably discharged after being injured during combat. His military career was short yet significant. He now spends most of his time relaxing and enjoying his pension.
Frizz recalled an earlier conversation with his father. His father reprimanded him of trying to play a hero, stopping those carjackers, and that he could've died. His father's sermons, although very loud, rolled off his back.
"Oh well, I managed to steal some money, and I'll be stronger soon." Frizz murmured, staring at the clear blue sky with tea in hand, wondering what he'd do next.
[System]
Initiating daily objectives: Answer five questions to earn free experience!
"No, go to hell." Frizz rudely declined. The system window then promptly vanished. To him, it was useless since the questions were hard and there was no point. Frizz sipped his tea, letting his thoughts wander. *Crash!*
There was a loud crash below, in front of the gate, prompting him to investigate and lean against the metal railings.
"Meoooow!" A street cat below hissed at the two scrappy dogs. The cat was cornered and had nowhere to go. The cat desperately swung its claws while the two dogs waited for an opportunity to pounce.
One wrong move and there'll be a mauling.
Frizz stared, half-interested. He lazily gestured for the glass stones on the potted plant to levitate, then aimed them at the two dogs. "Bang." The glass stones shot forward, hitting the dogs, yelping as they ran away. The cat then managed to climb the post and skitter away.
He sighed, bored yet relaxed. The day was lazy. He wanted to do more, but with no new objectives from the system and no drive to level up, he idled by. (I have all the time in the world. No need to rush.) He thought, chuckling while sipping tea.
"This tea is ass."
Over the past few days, Frizz has been scouring the internet religiously. He looked for any unnatural occurrences that were logic-defying, but so far, nothing.
No one was wreaking havoc, flying around, shooting fireballs out of their hands, and amassing a personal army. The most disappointing of all was that there were no gates or monsters suddenly appearing.
"Nothing, just nothing." Frizz sighed. The system gave him a purpose, but there was almost nothing to express it with. The thought that he was the only one with a system placed a smile on his face, but at the same time, frowned since no one would understand him.
"Show my status."
[System]
Name: New Name.
Level: 6.
Experience: [Hidden].
HP: 33/33 (+2) [DL+2]
MN: 33/33 (+2) [DL+2]
Fatigue: 08/100 (peak)
Class: None.
Physical Prowess = [high above average human]
Magical Prowess = [average human]
Mental Prowess = [below average human]
Perks: [In Good Faith], [Daily Life], [Gluttonous Approach], [Improved Telekinesis], [Alcoholic Advantage], [Force Field].
Talents: None
Frizz rubbed his chin, eyeing the telekinesis perk. He went inside and sat down at his computer. (Where am I drawing the energy to use telekinesis?) He said, spinning the keyboard like a basketball.
"Ah, well. It's another mystery that I am probably too low level to comprehend." He went down and checked his electric scooter: 67 percent. It still needed more time.
He had a shift today and although arriving slightly late wasn't an issue. He still didn't want to get complacent and be fired. He put on his uniform which is a white shirt that says the name of the convenience store. "It's not that far, just a bit of a jog."
Fourteen minutes later...
Frizz arrived at the convenience store, slightly late. Mina was already filling the shelves, and Mr. Sim was talking to someone else on the phone while the three nightshift employees nodded as they left. He then went behind the untended counter.
"Pass me the rags behind you," Mina requested, avoiding eye contact.
Frizz passed the rags to Mina, not bothering to converse. He had given up on defending his innocence, noting that her coworker would not hear the truth.
An old customer approached, placing two packs of cigarettes on the counter. "Just these two, please."
Frizz politely smiled. "Do you have a rewards card?"
One hour later...
"Someone spilled soda on the table outside. Go clean it!" Mr. Sim said as he passed by.
Another hour later...
"Yes, if you sign up for a rewards card, you will receive thirty free points. That is roughly twenty-five pesos," Frizz tried to convince a customer.
Then another hour later...
"Frizz, we ran out of apple soda. Go fill the refrigerators," Mina ordered.
Two hours later...
"I'm still on my break! Go talk to Mr. Sim!" Mina puffed a smoke in Frizz's direction.
Four hours later...
It was going to be closing time soon. Frizz swept the floors of the convenience store. "I hope the nightshift arrives soon," he whispered.
"Thank you, Mr. Sim. I didn't realize," Mina said to Mr. Sim, apparently her tight pants had a small tear near her bottom. The tear was enough to reveal a white undergarment. Mina noticed Frizz glancing at her, and she returned a sneer and a quick sway of her back.
A nightshift employee has arrived. "Hey, Frizz. You're not using your scooter today?" Mei, a female coworker, said her hair was still wet, and her lips were bright red. Frizz would often think of her as a woman who emphasizes makeup rather than natural beauty.
"No, not today. It's still charging." Frizz then placed the broom beside the counter, clocking out and waving goodbye to Mr. Sim and Mina.
"Another day with bare excitement," he whispered, staring at the starry sky while walking towards home. He quietly wished for anything exciting, but with the sole exception of beating up drug dealers, and with that thought, he paused for a moment.
(I was surprised by how violent I was at that time. The alcohol helped me gain confidence, but even then, it was really something.) He mused, brows furrowing. (Like, I felt a tug to be violent. It was strange.)
(Is this system guiding me towards something? It has to be right? Like a main quest?) He continued walking. (No, I'm just overthinking it. Best not to dwell on it.) He thought and stuttered for a moment, he was about to say something but he hesitated.
"System, are you sentient?" he asked, anxious for a reply. He received no answer.
(Hmmm... It's just my nerves. Ha! I really need something to do.) Frizz shrugged and chuckled, shaking his head. "There's no such thing as a malicious system." He hadn't read anything like that in the novels.
[System]
New objectives:
Stop the home burglars: 0/1.
Rewards: 30 experience.
"Finally, you gave me something." Frizz grinned in excitement, although the timing was a bit too odd.