So that was the truth of it. I was stuck on an alternate Earth straight out of a porno with RPG-like abilities, with all of the books here written on the subject telling me that the world was now my oyster. And I told that truth to go fuck itself.
I would be a liar if I said I didn’t want any part of this. This ‘System’ and the near-limitless sex it promised me sounded tempting. Incredibly tempting! But I knew that giving in to one’s vices won’t bring true happiness. You’d keep doing it until there was nothing left besides it. Not again.
“One must cultivate one’s own garden.” That was the ideal that I lived by now; to find a purpose and continuously work on it. And nobody’s purpose was to have stupid amounts of mindless sex, and no amount of shitty porn plots would convince me otherwise. Thanks Voltaire.
I took a detour on the way to the checkout counter to pick up a copy of “Candide” from the fiction section, before reaching my destination. I was helped by the same librarian as before, who looked much more content after finding someone to satisfy her. She was tearing up a series of late fines, even though there were others next to her that were simply marked as paid.
I ignored it and focused on my own books instead. Nodding thanks, I put the hodgepodge of history and children’s texts in the provided plastic bag and made my way back to my car.
I stepped out of the library’s front entrance and took a deep breath of fresh air. The setting sun reflected off the still fountain water. The wide concrete path led up to and around the decorative feature, with a pair of sprawling, grass lawns surrounding the walkway on either side. It was getting pretty late, and according to my stomach, it was also time for dinner.
Mike’s memories informed me he rented a small apartment with a TV and freezer full of frozen meals. After the day I had, that and a good night’s sleep sounded perfect. I didn’t think I could deal with any more surprises, otherwise I’d snap…
“Hey, jackass! We’ve got some unfinished business!” shouted a familiar voice.
For fuck’s sake…
“So, you think you can disrespect my girl, do ya?! Huh, ya think you can get away with it?!” screamed Jeff, the man who I’d caught sleeping with Mike Smith’s now ex-girlfriend. He appeared seemingly out of nowhere and by the time I turned around to face him him, he was already upon me. He wasted no more time with introductions by shoving me into a group of his lackeys.
Such fine gentlemen they were, catching me and holding me in place while the wannabe fuckboy strutted over. I tried wriggling out of their grip to no avail. Apparently that was the result of pitting 10 Strength against three guys.
“Last I checked, she was my girlfriend,” I spat back.
“And you two had a deal! You buy Elaine shit I can’t afford and she pretends to be your girlfriend!”
“What?!” Mike’s memories on this supposed “deal” vehemently denied anything of the sort, insisting that he and Elaine were soulmates destined to be together. But the memories weren’t exactly blank. “Seriously, WHAT?! You actually expect me to believe that? And whatever happened to poor old Stacy? Did you two break up after the orgy?”
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“Fuck you, it’s complicated!” Jeff screamed. “And of course a loser like you didn’t get the hint. But you had to go and mess things up for her anyway.”
“Well, consider me a new man,” I smiled back. “Give her my apologies and my formal resignation from this deal.” With everything that had happened today, such an agreement wouldn’t have surprised me at all. But who did I choose to believe; an increasingly unreliable Mike Smith or this asshole?
“Well too fucking bad. For breaking Elaine’s heart, I’m going to break your face!”
Well, it wasn’t like my beliefs mattered anymore. Because Jeff chose to believe in violence.
I really wanted to stay out of trouble, but trouble sought me out. I was fine with being patient with people like Irving. I was the one who caused them trouble to begin with, I was the straw that broke the camel’s back, I could reap what I had sown. But Jeff? This idiocy was all him. And he was about to find out what I did to people who went out of their way to make trouble for me. He won’t ever be giving me a repeat performance.
As Jeff’s haymaker came flying towards my face, I simply stood in place and smiled. My lips began to part more and more, soon revealing a grin showing plenty of teeth, all frozen in a manic frenzy. My head turned to catch Jeff’s fist as it slid past my open mouth, making sure my left canine caught his skin, drawing a thick streak across his arm.
“God, what the fuck?!” the roided-out chimpanzee shouted as he tried to stop the bleeding with his shirt. “I thought you were a little bitch!”
I puckered my lips and began gathering saliva in my mouth. Once Jeff closed the distance with his left fist raised, I hocked a bloody loogie right into his face, causing him to flinch. That moment of hesitation from everyone around me was all I needed as I broke out of his lackeys’ grips, ran up to the walking steroids PSA, and smashed my forehead into his nose.
The man reeled back in pain, both hands grasped over his now profusely bleeding snout, while I simply stared at him with a manic grin. I’d given up my old life of looking for trouble, but trouble found me today. This was simply the natural result.
I charged at Jeff from the side, making use of the spit-induced blind spot to close the distance. He was too surprised to react, especially since I used my hands to grab and pin his arms in place as I wrapped my teeth around his left earlobe and bit as hard as I could.
He screamed in pain as I tore off a chunk of flesh and spit it onto his pristine white shoes. I only laughed like a maniac. His friends immediately dropped their guard and ran for Jeff, trying to avoid the blood spurting out of the wound as they carried him back to their car, probably to go to the hospital.
I simply stared at them as they ran from me, trying my hardest not to swallow any of Jeff’s blood. Once they were gone, I walked over to a nearby water fountain by the library’s entrance and rinsed out my mouth. With how much that dumbass was sleeping around, who knew what STDs he had? Especially if he was this hot headed and impulsive? Not like me, I was sensible enough to finish the fight before either of us got really hurt.
[Level Up! (2)]
[Str: +1 | Con: +1 | End: +0 | Cha: +2 | Atr: +0 | Dex: +1 | Int: +0]
[Str: 11 | Con: 11 | End: 10 | Cha: 13 | Atr: 10 | Dex: 11 | Int: 11]
[Skill Obtained! Revenge (lv 1)]
Wait, Revenge? I was just protecting myself! How the hell did that count as taking revenge?! You know what? Fuck it, I’d absolutely had enough of today.