*Bump*

Glottis was thrown out of his reveries back to the real world when his car bumped into the sidewalk, making Mike sneer.

"Haha, boy, you shouldn't show off your daddy's car if you can't even drive!" Mike mocked him, making the girl by his side pull his sleeve nervously.

"Don't taunt him for no reason, this is Young Master Glottis Sonora, his family is too rich for you to handle, and I prefer not to be caught up in your mess," she whispered to Mike and tried to step away from him in an attempt to say something between the lines of "I have nothing to do with him."

"Huh? What did you just say?" Glottis shouted in anger, blaming the other guy for his small mishap. He was concentrated on reading the mission. It was the first time he saw one, and he forgot he was driving his car.

"Don't be afraid, Sheela, I will make sure nobody dares threaten you. He is just a rich kid who can do nothing on his own, he can't do anything to me," said the heroic young man in confidence.

"Fine! Wait right there!"

Glottis, who has ignored the honks and shouts all along, made everyone on the road even angrier by stopping his car in the middle of the road, blocking one of the lanes.

'Hmph, unknown? He is my age, he must be a normal person like me! Dad taught me some martial arts, I should win.'

Glottis closed the door behind him and walked toward his new antagonist.

"Young Master Glottis, I have nothing to do with him!" Sheela shouted, her anxiety apparent.

"Don't worry, Cutie. You can easily prove it after I'm done with him by accepting my offer to give you a ride to school," Glottis declared cockily as though he already won.

"Shut up! Don't force yourself on her!" Mike yelled fiercely and dashed at the coming young master.

'He is fast!' Glottis thought to himself in surprise and fear when a punch hit his stomach, making him fold and cough.

"Argh!" He groaned again when a leg sweep pulled him from the floor, making him crash to the ground.

"Weakling! Pei!" Mike spat on the floor next to Glottis' head while the latter kept groaning and rolling on the ground in agony.

"I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR IT! DO YOU KNOW WHO MY DAD IS???" Glottis started screaming furiosly. The humiliation was too much, the road was filled with people, and due to his own assholeness, many cars were stuck, causing their drivers to have nothing better to do than watch the show.

"Hahaha! The rich kid got disciplined right there!"

"Well done boy, show him his place again!"

"Push that shitty car away!"

"Run with your tail between your legs, you pussy!"

Glottis' face turned red from shame when he heard the crowd jeering at him and hatred filled his eyes as he looked at his now-official nemesis.

"I don't give a damn who your dad is. Try to mess up with me again, and I will beat you again," Mike waved him off with disdain, "What, can't you do anything without asking for Daddy's help?" The victor enjoyed the moment to the fullest.

"AH! I WILL TELL MY BROTHER, HE WILL KILL YOU!"

"DON'T THREATEN ME!"

*Thud!*

"ARGH! I WILL HIRE BODYGUARDS TO FUCK YOU UP!"

"I! SAID! DON'T! THREATEN! ME!"

*Thud!* *Thud!* *Thud!*

"AH! ARGH! STOP!"

"OR WHAT, YOU'LL CALL YOUR DADDY?!"

"MY DAD'S POWER IS MY POWER! It's not my fault if your dad is a useless man, I bet the mud on your face comes from breakfast, you dirt poor idiot!" Glottis lost his temper and started insulting Mike in the absence of the option of beating him physically.

"DON'T SPEAK ILL OF MY FATHER!" Mike got just as angry himself, barraging Glottis with kicks to his abdomen, "YOU KNOW NOTHING!"

"Stop it, Mike! You are too violent! You are going over the limit, you might kill him!" Sheela tried to grab Mike's arm and pull him away.

"I'm sorry! I was wrong, I won't speak about your dad again!" Glottis shrieked in frustration when no threat worked. Glottis was a spoiled kid; he hated pain and only liked bullying the weak.

"You were wrong?" Mike frowned at the sudden development.

"Yes, yes!"

"I warn you, if you try to mess with me again, I will send you to the hospital," warned the young blonde.

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"I swear in my life, I will not bother you again. You can have the girl too!" As much as Glottis wanted a pair of boobs, he wasn't willing to get beaten for them, especially when he was sure the situation wouldn't be resolved with Sheela on his lap. Besides, Glottis was not a courageous man when the odds were against him.

"Good. We will be leaving then. Let's go, Sheela," Mike's stern expression softened when he turned to the beautiful girl.

"No, leave me alone, Mike. I already told you that I don't want anything to do with you!"

"And I already told you I'll take responsibility for what happened. I can't let you go, you're my woman."

"Do whatever you want," Sheela sighed and left quickly, unwilling to remain behind. While Mike was naïve, she wasn't; she knew that the rich boy would use his money to retaliate in one way or another, and every second she was there in his moment of humiliation would increase the chances of being on his revenge list.

"Fine, this is a public place, I will just go behind you to protect you."

"Then everyone will think you're a stalker," Sheela walked forward without turning her head when she spoke, as though she was trying not to acknowledge Mike's presence.

"I don't care, as long as you are safe."

Meanwhile, on the sidewalk, a certain young master looked at Mike's back getting further away with eyes full of hatred. He got up from the ground with a pained groan and staggered back to his car.

"Fuck off, morons! What are you looking at? Do you want me to write down your car number?" He shouted at the bystanders. He quickly started his car and drove away in shame, and at long last freed the road.

"Call Donny," he instructed his virtual assistant, and soon a robotic female voice announced the execution of the command.

"Donny, stop everything and look into Mike Teuto, find everything you can on him! Keep this a secret from my family."

"Oh, Glottis, what's up? Who is Mike Teuto?" A deep voice came from the other side of the call.

"If I knew, why would I ask you for information? He is a blonde guy my age, that's all I know."

There was a moment of silence as Donny thought about the situation. "Do you want to find dirt on him for blackmailing?" He tried to figure out the investigation's purpose.

"No, I want to know everything, I don't care if there's dirt."

"Fine, I will have all the basic information about him within an hour, do you want me to call you when the results come back?"

"No need, I will wait for you in Starshine Club, be there in one hour."

Glottis hung up the phone and rubbed his ribs, moaning from the pain. He was beaten black and blue, and he could do nothing about it.

'Damn it system, why do you give me a mission I can't accomplish? What the hell is this mission?!'

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| Current Missions |

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| -Did You See Him? |

|-Details: Defeat Mike Teuto in front |

| of someone he cares about. |

| - Prize: Stealing 10% of his Fate |

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'So there's a prize,' he mused as he read the ethereal window. 'is it worth the trouble? I'd multiply my current fate points a few times if I complete it, but what does it mean?'

Glottis wasn't a complete idiot. From the semantics, he could guess it was something related to his future, and the more points he had, the brighter his future should be. However, it seemed surreal. How could a random boy have so much while arguably the most fortunate people in the republic, Leo and he, did not even have as many points as the average person?

He spent one hour applying a healing lotion he kept in his car on his wounds. It was a product of alchemy and had strong healing qualities. He knew it wouldn't make the bruises on his face disappear instantly, but it could reduce the swelling. He distorted his face and let a sharp exhale out every time he touched the sour spots.

He drove to the Starshine Club at high speed and parked in the VIP section. The guards knew his car; he was there often.

"Where is Donny?" Unlike his usual self, he skipped on the flirt with the pretty hostess who welcomed him in a tight dress.

"Young Master Donatello is waiting for you upstairs in private room number four. Should I lead the way?" She was surprised by the lack of a lustful comment but answered quickly. She was almost worried, especially considering the visible bruises on his face.

"No, I know where that is. By the way, here's a tip for being hot," Glottis pushed a bill into her cleavage before climbing the stairs.

'I guess there's nothing to worry about,' the girl thought to herself as she smiled at him, revealing two rows of white straight teeth. "Thank you, Young Master," she giggled, letting her breasts move enough to make the paper between them flutter.

He only spared the sight one glance before going to meet with Donny. 'That's a normal reaction to money,' Glottis frowned when he recalled the girl who refused him that morning.

"Hey, Buddy- woah, what are those bruises? Don't tell me, did your father beat you up on your birthday?"

A black young man got up from a cozy couch as soon as Glottis entered. He had a wide nose and two small black eyes whose presence was shadowed by a big afro haircut. The colorful room was dark, and loud music masked their conversation in case someone tried to eavesdrop. A tall pole took the center of the room on top of a small stage, but it was empty.

The two shared a quick hug after clapping hands and Donny scrutinized the wounds on Glottis' face.

"Looked enough? What do you have on that kid?"

Donny's father worked under Glottis' father, and the two turned friends since childhood. At first, Donny was told by his father to lick up to Glottis, but after a while, the two managed to break the ice and put aside formalities. Now, Donny was one of the few who did not have to refer to Glottis as "Young Master."

"Not much, only basic knowledge. I found out he has a little sister, his father just died in the hospital less than an hour ago – he was kept there after being involved in a deadly car accident. His mother left them when he was still a child, so it's just him and his little sister now. Apparently, a few of my thugs chased him last night after he roughed up two of my debt collectors when they were discussing business with a shop owner, but he disappeared."

Glottis snorted at Donny's phrasing. "Discussing business" meant those thugs were busy intimidating the said shop owner to pay his debts by breaking furniture in his house with bats or threatening to beat up his family.

"Don't give me that, it's an honest work. Those people knew what they were going into when they accepted my terms for a loan," Donny laughed lightly.

"Honest my ass. But I can respect that you get your own money. I'm doing just fine with Dad's black card though. Anyway, let's discuss what we can do to deal with this guy, he is the one who did this to me and he is a cultivator. He was talking shit about me being unable to do anything without my family, so let's take care of it ourselves."

"A cultivator?" Donny was caught in surprise, and he was evidently hesitant. "Maybe you should go to your family for it. I only have low-stage cultivators under me, and I don't want to risk losing them if he's strong."

"Don't be a wuss, he is just a boy my age. He can't be too strong. I already have a good plan in mind, listen."

Glottis proceeded to explain his plan with enthusiasm.

"Haha, this one is funny. Let's do it, I will arrange everything. Let's meet again in the evening. By the way, was that girl that... Mike harassed... as hot as you describe her?" Donny agreed to the plan and asked what was brewing in his mind since the start.

Just then Glottis realized he never had a good look at her, but his confidence remained unwavering.

"I didn't have a good look at her face, but I can tell by the way her ass wiggled when she walked. Trust me, it's scientific, and she's hot."