"H-help me ... please ..."
It was past midnight, and a weak cry for help sounded from outside the bedroom. If this happened in a horror story, it would most likely be a ghost haunting you. Fortunately, the ghost here is Pro, and the one crying for help is the customer for Toilet Wonderland version 2.0, everywhere is a good place for a good sh*t.
The moans continued as Pro minded his own business as usual.
"Man, this bloke is tenacious. It's been more than half an hour and he is still alive and kicking," Pro mocked, "Can you shut up out there? It's so late already, aren't you afraid of attracting ghosts? Heh."
Pro stretched as he took a break from scheduling new appointments. Returning to ghost form, he then peeked through the wall to take a look at the situation. The glorious image imprinted itself in Pro's mind. Pro swiftly pulled his head back as he scrubbed his eyes clean.
"Bloody hell, that was bloody disgusting. I am so going to toss that sh*tty table after this," Pro complained, "Well, at least this guy served as a good harvest. Surviving so long in pain allowed me to absorb a butt load of points."
Pro smiled happily as he calculated his gains, "At the start, I consumed 30 points in order to repair the lock of the door while trying to prevent the guy from escaping. Then, I got a initial return of 50 points through 100 minutes of constipation pain, which is less than expected but it could be attributed to the guy's pain resistance. Now, after more than 30 minutes of licking his wound, I got a total to 110 points from just this alone!"
Pro smiled happily as he stared at his new total points of 660. Pro then thought, "But it seemed that the amount of points gained is slowly dwindling? According to my initial estimates, 30 minutes of pain should net me around 150 points, but it seemed that he is not in as much pain anymore. Is this guy acting to lower my guard?"
"Although I could end this guy's life with a knife immediately to avoid trouble, I need as much points as possible. It's not everyday I get a chance to harvest like this," Pro raised his eyebrow as he smirked sinisterly, "It seems that this guy still has a second bucket of sh*t to let out ... hehehe~"
Poking his head through the wall once more, Pro targeted the man and used his ability
Then, he returned to the bed to play with Alice in order to comfort himself and remove the sh*tty image he saw outside. It wasn't long before real howls of pain resounded from outside as loud curses were also heard.
"Ahhhhhh! You f*cktard! What kind of sh*t f*uckery is this?! Stop making me ... ahhh ... sh*t!"
"Ohhh ... Talk to me you little sh*t! Or else I will continue to sh*t talk the hell out of you!"
"Let it go! Let it go! I can't hold it back anymore- sh*t, just come out already!"
After about a minute, the curses turned into weak moans of pain. After the full 100 minute Toilet Wonderland joyride, Pro finally deactivated his ability and welcomed another wave of 50 points.
"I-I curse you ... to always be a sh*tty ghost ... a sh*thead ... hahaha-" a weak howl sounded from outside.
Bang!
The sound of a gun shot caused Pro sat up in shock. Blinking his eyes in confusion for a bit, he then hurried out to the living room. There, he saw the man slumped on top of the now brown and sticky wooden table. Blood spilled out of a hole on the side of the guy's head while his gun laid on the ground nearby.
"F*ck! Can't you last a bit longer, why must you commit suicide?" Pro sighed in regret.
[Ding~ Host has killed a living being in host's domain. Absorbing soul ...]
[Memories absorbed. System Library has been updated with new info.]
After absorbing the memories, Pro continued to stay nearby to absorb the residue life force in the corpse, looting another 70 points.
"And with this, the grand total for my loot this time is 250 points!" Pro happily chuckled as he stared at his total points of 750, "This is a hefty amount of points, and it didn't even take two hours to earn it! Not only that, I also got some special loot this time!"
Pro went into physical form and picked up the handgun on the ground. He swiftly brought it to the kitchen and gave it a thorough cleaning to get all the sh*t off. Staring at the clean gun, Pro happily played around with it. Of course, he made sure to decock the gun so that he won't accidentally waste bullets.
"Although this gun is relatively useless against spirits like me, it could be used to deal with troublesome humans in the future," Pro concluded as he stashed the gun safely at the back of a drawer, "I should also find the bullets on the guy's body."
Walking over to the sh*tful scene, Pro roughly searched the man's body to find an ammo box. Inside the box, Pro counted 30 rounds of bullets left. Adding this to the 12 rounds left in the gun, Pro concluded that he can take up to 42 shots with the gun!
"Of course, I had no gun training before, so my aim will not be that great, but it is still more useful than nothing," Pro muttered as he returned to the kitchen and reloaded the handgun back to 17 rounds.
Pro then stashed the ammo in another drawer nearby. Afterwards, Pro stared at the mess in the living room with melancholy, "Sigh, no one will clean that for me. Guess I'll have to do the dirty sh*t myself after all. I seriously should not use this new
After complaining a bit, Pro spent a couple of hours to clean up the bullet shells along with the sh*t, dispose of the sh*t in his friendly neighborhood trash can, and move the sparse furnishing back to their locations.
Leaving the front door open to ventilate, Pro sat on the couch and played with the man's cellphone that he found while cleaning up the man. It was password locked so Pro checked the memories of the man through the system library.
[Name] Wesley Givson (Spider)
[Gender] Male
[Age] 35
[Life Details] He was born on ...
Going through the man's details, Pro learned that the man was from an assassin organization named The Creed. The man didn't know much about the organization as he still belonged to its outer circle, and most of his missions were assigned by an agent.
He knew there was an inner circle to the organization, but he still failed to join it even after so long. The criteria to join requires an assassin or hit-man to complete a mission that was deemed humanly impossible.
The man was only considered to be an B-rank hit-man. He heard that even S-rankers failed to come back alive from those inhuman missions. Each S-rankers have years, maybe decades of combat experience. They are also usually decked out in full gear that may include assault rifles, sniper rifles, and sometimes even rocket launchers.
Yet, the only ones the man heard tales about were those that failed. As for the ones that succeed, they may have already joined the inner circle and will not leak anything. As for how strong the inner circle is, the man heard that they had a completely different classification system in there, and they specialize in handling assassination of inhuman things.
Moving on, Pro easily found the password for the phone. Fortunately, he took the effort to find it because he learned that if you enter the password wrong 3 times, the phone will automatically self destruct.
Entering the correct password, Pro unlocked the phone. The phone had no functions on it except the task interface, which was simply a list of task that can be selected and viewed. All the controls of the interface could be done using the keypad. You can even accept missions in the interface; however, the man usually calls in to accept missions just to harass his broker, who happens to be a lady.
Pro ignored the list of missions and selected the current mission that the man had already accepted. A simple task interface showed up. The task identification number was listed at the top followed by a text description of the target, a list of technical assists that were provided, and the reward.
There was also a arrow at the bottom right corner, signifying that there was another page. Selecting that arrow with the keypad, Pro moved on to the next page. A picture of a familiar police officer popped up.
"Eh? Isn't this that leader that came by a couple times? He was Gu Hao's father wasn't he? What did he do to end up on the hit list?" Pro blinked his eyes in shock, "Well, not much I can do here to help. Hopefully you will live off your son's protagonist luck ... or maybe end up dead because the protagonist needs it as a plot device? Uhh .. Gu luck."
After a couple hours of ventilating with the door wide open, Pro finally shut the door. Although he couldn't tell if there was a smell because he was a spirit, Pro can bet you there will be even after ventilation.
"Even a bit of ventilating is better than nothing. Now, I should rest for a while and wait for my next harvest. A plumber should come in about an hour," Pro recalled before mocking, "I hope he won't find it weird to come use the toilet instead of fixing it."
With that, hours passed and night turned to day followed by day to night. After another 8 hours of hard work, Pro harvested another 200 points, bringing his total to a flat 950 points.
"With this amount, I should have enough for my next expansion soon," Pro thought as he began to plan his growth once more, "Let's check the level upgrade condition."
[To upgrade host level, the following requirements must be met.]
[Requirements] Domain size of at least 4 small rooms, 2 medium room, 2500 life points
Pro lamented in despair, "And just when I thought that I was rich because I have found a stable income, my hopes are shattered by the system's bottomless point pit. 2500 points for the upgrade, but also requiring another medium room and 2 small rooms. That means that the total points required will be about 3900 points!"
"Well, I can't complain too much. The top-level is the highest level of each rank, so upgrading once more would bring me to a whole new rank. Obviously, the cost will be much more intense, yet the resulting strength upgrade will also be just as intense. The rank after baleful spirit ... a blood spirit," Pro concluded with a hint of excitement regarding his future.
"But for now, I still need to grind the points. Most importantly, it's time to expand my domain. 2 sides lead to open air. 1 side is connected to the hallway, which I can't afford. This only leaves one side that I can possible expand towards," Pro thought as he stared at the living room wall opposite of the bathroom.
"Apartment 446, are you ready for my sh*t?"