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The first item could be solved through the power of money, and considering that there are filthy fucking demons walking among us, I had no problem spending the rest of my savings on it.
The second item was a bit more troublesome.
I had no clue how to gather more of those… credits. None of the leaflets provided said anything about the gathering method, and so far there had been no chance to visit the Y$ EMPORIUM again. Honestly, I had-
As soon as those thoughts ran through my head, a small poprang out in the alleyway, and a small piece of white paper appeared from thin air, softly drifting into the dirty alleyway.
Catching it as it fell down, I glanced at the words written in that weird angelic language that seemed incomprehensible, before they seamlessly turned to perfect English.
ERROR 301.
INCURSOR ATTEMPTED TO CALL THE Y$ EMPORIUM WHILE STILL BEING LOCKED.
FURTHER ATTEMPTS OF THIS KIND WILL NOT RECEIVE ERROR REPORTS.
(NOTE: FOR COMMANDS AVAILABLE TO USE, REVIEW THE 'INFO' SECTION.)
I frowned. Having the whole emporium locked kind of put an indefinite hold on the body-enhancement plan. Still, at least now I knew that I could use 'commands', whatever that meant.
My eyes widened a bit as a new line of angelic text formed itself on the paper, as if by magic.
(THE ERROR REPORT WILL AUTOMATICALLY SELF-DESTRUCT IN 5 SECONDS.)
I threw the slip of paper in the opposite direction hurriedly as soon as I read the message, and soon enough, the paper consumed itself in a burst of bright yellow fire, silently and suddenly leaving no traces of the message ever existing.
…Aight, let's check that fucking info section.
Closing my eyes (on instinct really, considering I still saw completely everything) I thought loudly.
INFO.
Again from thin air and with a soft pop, a piece of paper appeared, this one the size of a leaflet some poor soul would give you while walking through the streets only for it to end up in a garbage can somewhere, if not on the street itself.
I caught the paper and read the contents, all written in angeliquese, soon translating itself. It was a folded leaflet and on the cover it read "INFO".
Opening it, I see on one side my so-called 'Character Sheet', and on the other side I see what I was looking for.
AVAILABLE COMMANDS:
INFO
The paper ended there, that was it.
…Alright, the body-enhancement would just have to wait. Pieces of fucking shit.
If gathering Y$ for buying steroids was out of the picture, then all I had left for strengthening myself was to LEVEL UP. That required me to gather XP, and the way I gathered a whole lot of XP yesterday was…
…
For fuck's sake, I really didn't want to start hunting those demons for XP, it seemed like a good way to go kill myself in a hurry.
Still, I DID have that whole Darksign business going on, so I could at least try to hunt some and, if shit went south, I'd still be fine… in theory, at least. Preferably, I wouldn't die in the first place, because it didn't seem that it would be a particularly pleasant experience. Honestly, perhaps being a homeless wouldn't be so-
I slapped myself on the face.
"NO!" I yelled, like a fucking madman alone in a shady alleyway. "I AM NOT GOING TO KEEP BEING A FUCKING HOBO. I WILL BE RICH, HANDSOME, HAVE A FUCKING MANSION AND WILL ALSO BE OMNIPOTENT. FUCK! FUCK!"
With one final slap, I screamed to nothing, spat on the floor, and drummed on my chest like a gorilla.
"LET'S FUCKING GO! FUCK!"
ALRIGHT, FUCK IT! I NEEDED TO FUCKING HUSTLE, BECAUSE THOSE 40 BUCKS I HAD LEFT WEREN'T GONNA CUT IT. FUCK!
Mind now completely set on fucking HUSTLING, I thought about what I could do to get some cash.
…Trying to test something, I grabbed a nearby pebble with my right hand.
I then threw it towards my other hand, catching it without much trouble.
Hmmm.
Again, from my left hand, I threw it towards my other hand. But this time, instead of throwing it, I shoot the pebble towards my other hand, making sure to not make the shooting power too strong.
With a zoom! The pebble gets shot at a high speed towards my opposite hand, the act now a whole lot more showy.
Idly, I felt a [Perfect Stack] form for a second, only for it to instantly disappear. Right, since I wasn't in combat, my [Perfect Shots] produced stacks, but they went away as soon as they came.
Okay, good, good. It hurt my hand a little, but it wasn't that bad. Now for the definite test.
Again, I throw the pebble to my other hand, but this time, instead of a straight line towards it, I shoot it with a wide arc above me.
Of course, since Sharpest Shooter is active, the pebble travels the arc perfectly landing on my hand flawlessly, and as soon as it lands, I shoot it again to my other hand, and once I do, I shoot it with an arc again, and so on and so forth.
I was juggling. Well, sort of, it was only one item after all.
With a tap of my foot, I reach a nearby pebble I spotted with E.E and shoot it towards my hand. Catching it, I then start to repeat the process, now with two objects.
Without fail, I "shoot" the pebbles in the arc and pattern I want without any trouble, even with the added difficulty.
I then add another pebble. And another. And another. And another.
By the end of my test, my face had a disgusting smirk as I perfectly juggled six pebbles like some clown from the circus.
Oh yeah, this would help getting some sweet cash, even if it was spare change.
Nodding to myself, I dropped the juggling, making all of the pebbles fall gracelessly, and headed towards a department store that was nearby with a sickening smile. My objective was clear and money was on the horizon.
I was going to the fucking toy section and getting myself some proper fucking balls.
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