The rhythm under the lamp

I'm Kenny Clark,
German Descent.
This is Miami, city of paradise, the City of Sin.
Socialites packed in, drug lords running loose.
This is the world of money and power, the realm of guns and death.
This is the playground for opportunities and adventurers, the abyss of despair and helplessness.
I'm just a kid from the chaotic slums.
Until one day, fate underwent a dramatic change.
My VR game turned into reality!
My life has become one game instance after another!
I can get everything!
Passing the game instance, my physical fitness improves and I can gain countless abilities.
Lock picking, piano, hand-to-hand combat, shooting...
Until I'm standing at the top of the human pyramid.
Wealth, power, women, they'll all become my prey.

My Realistic Adult Game

The tip of the knife pierced the skin, tearing through muscle.


"OH god! Oh god, someone stop him?" Jack screamed.


"Deal?" My words were like the devil's whisper, brooking no refusal.


"Damn it. Alright, alright, deal, I'll be their informant, damn it!"


I sheathed the dagger, turning to the two female cops. "Simple?"


"Mother Fucker Kenny, you're committing a crime right in front of me." Stella held her head, unsure of what to do.


The trainee rested a hand on the gun grip, watching me warily, a dangerous guy here.


"The process is nothing anyone cares about; we want results. Now you have a new informant. Upholding the law, protecting citizens—sometimes light can't dispel darkness, but darkness can consume darkness."


"Kenny!" Stella was in distress. As police officers, they needed to abide by the law.


But I didn't have to—I could do what they couldn't.


Why does the smart Batman feel powerless against the Joker?


Chapter 46: Cops Can't, But I Can_3