Jade put all his en-code into Strength, Agility, Stamina and Durability equally. He had gained 64,861,472 en-code from killing about 100,000 undead; about 60,000 Rank 1s, 35,000 Rank 2s, 4000 Rank 3s, 900 Rank 4s, and 62 Rank 5s along with the 2 Rank 6 monsters.
‘Lovely! Before I could only get about 100,000 en-code after giving it my all, now I can get 64,861,472 without sweating, the hardest part was collecting the corpses. Research and improvement is very essential since the IP doesn’t just give you all the information you need and it can’t instantly turn raw materials into finished good. *sigh* IP why aren’t you like the systems in the novels I’ve read? They were so much more convenient than you, vampire systems, solo leveling systems, oracle systems. Heck! Any system I know is better than you.’ Jade thought but the IP didn’t respond.
‘This is good; I have to test out the combat limits of my new gear and techniques before I improve them. I wonder what kind of monstrous weapons I can make with these new corpses’ Jade thought as he teleported the maximum distance his ring could taking toward the north.
He was heading to Abuja, the capital of Nigeria, he assumed the strongest monsters where in FCT (federal capital territory, the seat of power in Abuja) since the FCT was the most guarded place in Nigeria, especially after his stunt.
Nigeria had the highest population in Africa as well as the most selfish leaders, the monsters in the FCT would probably be one of the strongest monsters in Africa so killing them would make him one of the most powerful individuals in Africa, if not the strongest, and one of the strongest in the world.
After that he planned to go to South Africa, Algeria and Egypt as they had strong military powers that surpassed Nigeria. He was going to kill all the strong land monsters he could find before going to the sea.
…
Samira, a girl born in Kastina, to a family of 25: 1 husband, 4 wives and 20 children. She learnt sewing at the hands of her mother from when she was 7 years old.
At the age of 12 she was given in marriage to a business man and was taken to Abuja by her husband, there she became a sex slave. Her daily routine consisted of standing in the special room in the club for customers that were looking for younger girls to have sex with.
These people were few but paid the most money and did the most atrocious things as they lost all self control when they were given the chance to live their fantasies. Luckily for her she wasn’t as beautiful as the other girls so she was rarely chosen.
The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.
Her life changed greatly as she went through puberty. When she was 15 years old she was noticeably more beautiful, voluptuous and taller than her pairs, which attracted many customers.
She quickly became one of the most expensive and sort after prostitutes in the club of her ‘husband’ as well as the state. She became comfortable with her life; she danced in the club, slept with costumers in the night and had the whole day to herself if there were no special appointments.
Her free time was very boring; she wasn’t allowed to have a phone or access the internet through any means, she also wasn’t allowed to leave the property of her owner without his express permission. Regardless, she only had a vague idea of what she was missing so she never complained or felt the need for what most people would crave.
One night a customer that had paid for her didn’t jump on her the moment she was alone with him. She usually would have to convince the customer to let her have a bath some would listen others wouldn’t.
This customer just sat down on the bed without making any demands or telling her that he had paid for her time and didn’t want her wasting his/her money on a bath, this behavior greatly pleased her so she was looking forward to the time she would spend with him and also he was her type.
She sat close to the customer expecting him to make a move but he just stared at her smiling. She thought ‘Is he shy?’ She had never encountered a shy customer but her colleagues had, she was about to say something to encourage him but he spoke before her “Have you ever played Among Us?”
The question confused her “What is Among Us?” she said with a confused look. He smiled and brought out his phone, she looked at his phone in confusion as he opened a game. He explained to her how the game was to be played and after watching him play a few times she was eager to try.
She rarely ever had to lie or think and observe critically but when she saw him deceive people to win or expose imposters it sparked her interest greatly. The customer gave her his phone and she played away, she lost at first but quickly became good as she began to understand the behavior of other players.
She became addicted in a few minutes; she had never had so much fun in her life. The alarm clock in her room went off and she knew the customer only had 5 minutes left, she had never felt bad about the time limit and sometimes she even anticipated some customers time finishing but now she wished they had more time.
The customer collected his phone, got up and said good bye to her, she quickly asked “Will you come back?” the customer laughed and said “You didn’t even ask for my name” she blushed and coyly asked “Please can I know your name” The customer responded “My name is Malik, and yes I will come back tomorrow”.
Samira smiled with a blush as he left the room, the night passed very slowly for her as she couldn’t sleep early; she kept thinking about the game, about the mistakes she had made and the things she could do better.