- Total Miss

Frizz stared, wide-eyed, at the shooter. For a moment, he thought he'd been hit. Instead, he'd subconsciously tilted his head, the bullet whizzing past him. (My body just moved on its own!)

"Disarm!" Frizz instantly countered, pointing at the shooter, whom he recognized as the elderly boss's assistant.

[System]

Target disarmed!

The assistant suddenly dropped the pistol, surprised, just as he was about to pick it up. A pipe wrench shot forward and struck his chest. He collapsed, gasping in pain.

Frizz charged forward. "I could've died, you piece of crap!" he declared, repeatedly stomping the thighs of the incapacitated assistant.

[System]

Fighter perk upgrade: [✬Unique Battle Sense II✬]

Description: The perk user's instincts are heightened, allowing them to more consistently dodge melee and ranged attacks.

Fighter skill upgrade:

Description: Provides a fifteen-second slight physical prowess boost. (17)

"That's good. So my skills improve every time I level up, huh?" Frizz smiled as he read the description of his upgraded perk and skill. "Oh also, stop the notifications about activating my skills. I already know if they're active anyway." He commented.

[System]

Request acknowledged.

"Who are you talking to?" Mina asked, startling Frizz. "Rather, what are you muttering about?" She asked again, approaching him slowly.

"Pay no mind to it," Frizz deflected, spotting a familiar face groaning on the floor beside him.

Frizz smiled, as if meeting an old friend. "If it isn't my friend Joseph." He greeted as he crouched, softly poking the embedded plastic shard in Joseph's thigh. "That's got to hurt, I bet."

Joseph's hope of getting unnoticed faded, the man in front of him had their eyes set on him. He cringed at the pain on his thigh.

"Here, let me make you feel even worse." Frizz struck down Joseph's forearm, breaking the bone and causing it to protrude internally.

"AGH!" Joseph, the scarred man, cried in agony. "STOP! PLEASE!"

Frizz ignored the pleas, disdain etched on his face. (You've probably heard that one too many times from me and your other victims. If you ignored it, shouldn't I too?) He mused, breaking the other forearm.

"AGH! NOOO! PLEASE! ENOUGH!" Joseph cried, the scar on his face becoming even more prominent.

Frizz recoiled from the sight, disturbed by what he did. (Shit... but he deserves it for being a criminal. He probably killed a lot of people too.) He considered injuring his former torturer further but ultimately chose to stop.

"No, this is enough," Frizz said, barely looking at Joseph, disgusted.

"Fuck." Frizz heard a slight whisper and turned to the source, spotting his other former torturer cowering behind a broken table. It was the burly man who tormented him with the brass knuckles.

"Found you." Frizz muttered, grinning behind the mask. "What's your name? I won't ask again."

The big burly man, face covered in dust, hesitated for a moment. "Sison, my name is Sison."

"Well, Sison. Nice to finally know your name, but I am in a hurry, I don't have time for a proper revenge." Frizz commented, setting aside his rage. He telekinetically lifted the broken half of the table and prepared to slam his former torturer with it, repeatedly.

"It won't kill you. Just a few broken bones." *Thud!* *Thud!* *Thud!* *Thud!*

Each thud was accompanied by a painful grunt until Sison fell unconscious. The elderly boss, who had been watching in silent terror, tried to crawl away. He barely made it a few meters before Frizz noticed him.

(Shit, that scared me!) Frizz thought, rattled from the sudden movement. In one swift motion, he grabbed the man by the shirt and slammed him against the wall.

"You," Frizz said, pointing at Mina, "go upstairs and find a bag or something. Loot everyone, but only take the money." He ordered, careful not to say Mina's name.

Mina jumped at the sudden command, hesitating for a moment. Then, without a word, she hurried upstairs. Frizz turned back to the elderly boss, who was struggling to breathe. He pressed his foot into the elderly boss's stomach.

"Tell me everything: your operations, your other businesses, your name, your job, the amount of money that you have, your allies, your base of operations, and your preferred hospital to stay in. I won't ask again."

Frizz demanded, exerting pressure on his foot. (What a big belly.) He thought disdainfully.

"Money! You want money? I'll give you what you want. I also came here to get this month's earnings. It should be one hundred thousand; they're upstairs!" The elderly boss pleaded, fear present in his face.

"You know that's not the only thing I asked. I'm sure you're smart; I'll give you a second to recall my earlier questions," Frizz mockingly added, glancing at Baron and winking at him.

The two pipe wrenches shot forward and orbited around Baron, who was anxiously observing the whole ordeal. "I'll deal with you later," Frizz declared as Mina shouted from upstairs. "There's a lot of money here—in this sports bag!"

(Shit, we're going to be rich.) Frizz chuckled, amused.

The next morning...

The sun's early rays filtered through the window, landing directly on Frizz's face. He fluttered his eyes open, stretching with a yawn. It had been a long time since he had slept so peacefully, like royalty.

Frizz was about to head down to wash his face until he spotted a mound on the corner of his eye, realizing that he brought home a girl. "Mina..."

Frizz approached her, observing her sleeping face. Despite everything, she looked peaceful. (She's really pretty.) He thought, nudging her. "Wake up."

Mina stirred, stretching as her vision cleared. Her cheeks flushed as she spotted Frizz towering over her. "D-did I wake you up? Was I snoring too loud?"

"No, I want you to go home," Frizz stated flatly.

"Wait, before that..." Mina's gaze flickered toward the sports bag full of cash. "How... do you—"

"You can have forty thousand," Frizz interjected, cutting her off. "Think of it as payment for carrying it and as restitution for all the trouble or trauma I've indirectly put you through."

Frizz peeked under the mattress, checking for the two pistols. "Oh also, a 'bribe' for keeping my abilities a secret. Use it to leave town and never come back, live with your parents or something," he added, trying to distance her from all the troubles.

Mina bowed, understanding the situation. "Yes, that's my only choice, but they won't stop coming for you, you know? If you had just killed them—"

"Then their entire organization will come after me; the police will be included too, and several other investigating bodies after executing more than a dozen men." Frizz interjected again, disliking the hypothetical.

"Them being alive assures that they'll spend time behind bars and will let the authorities focus on them," Frizz retorted.

Mina sighed, her bangs shadowing her eyes. "So you're a vigilante then? The police will still come after you. These are criminals; they'll squeal about you if it means a lighter sentence, and also they can bribe their way out," she affirmed.

Mina fixed her bra while talking to Frizz. "I'm just so confused; all you did last night was break a couple of bones, slash their tires, steal another motorcycle, and a bag full of cash. The most confusing of all was that you didn't even bother to even break Baron."

Frizz rolled his eyes. "He was already dying; no use finishing someone else's work. If he dies, at least it isn't on me," he countered.

Frizz recalled yesterday's events. He'd already extracted enough information from the elderly boss to cause some major disruption. (Based on what he told me, they're trafficking drugs, organs, women, and even children. These people are depraved to the core, only caring about the profits.) He mused, rubbing his chin and looking out the window.

(He didn't tell me who his boss was, though. Time wasn't on my side.)

Mina folded the blankets and sheets, neatly stacking them on the bed and then longingly staring at Frizz's back. (How do I go about this? To transfer some of his powers to me.)

Frizz clicked his tongue, scratching his head. (Connections among the police, local politicians, and even foreign bodies...)

(Shit, I never killed all of them because I can't handle the thought, but maybe I should have?)

(This is all going to bite back, a fucking lot if I don't get stronger.)

Frizz ended his train of thoughts and whispered. "System."

[System]

Name: New Name

Level: 11

Experience: 20/180

Health: 48/48 (+10) [SL+2] [RF+2] [IP+6]

Mana: 45/45 (+2) [SL+2]

Fatigue: 10/100 (peak)

Class: [Fighter]

Physical Prowess = [exceptional human]

Magical Prowess = [average human]

Mental Prowess = [below average human]

Telekinetic Prowess = [novice]

Perks: [Serene Life], [Righteous Fury], [Gluttonous Approach], [Telekinetic Shield], [Alcoholic Advantage], [Mark of Decrepitude], [Iron Peak], [Chameleon], [Survivor], [Soothing Touch], [Poisonous Words], [Telekinetic Hurler], [Intimidation], [✬Efficient Recovery✬], [✬Single Minded Fool✬], [✬Unique Battle Sense II✬]

Talents: None

"This is not enough; I need more perks and levels." Frizz mused as Mina observed him, confused at the prospect of talking to himself. (That is not chanting; what is he thinking, and how can he be so calm?)

[System]

New Objectives for New Name.

Long-Term Objective: Bring down the city's drug trafficking ring.

Long-Term Objective: Bring down the city's organ trafficking ring.

Long-Term Objective: Bring down the city's sex trafficking ring.

Frizz paused for a moment, his eyes almost bulging at the new objectives as he read it.

"Shit, that is a tall damn order."