After leaving my house, I went directly to the bus station and observe the place a little bit. Even though its still early, there are lots of people waiting to board the bus. Because there are lots of people here, even though the voice they're using is quite low, the whole place still became noisy.They might not mind, but I do.
My cultivation changed many things in me, and one of them is my sense of hearing. My ears are way too sensitive now, and I cant control it. That's why, for me, I feel like everyone's throwing a grenade at me and repeatedly exploding it in my ears. If not for my strong willpower, I would have collapse like a retard.
Sighing slightly, I looked at the sky.
"I wish I could wield asteroids and burn this place to the ground."
Minutes later, boarding the bus I sat next to window, and quietly looked at the scenery. There's a middle aged lady sat next to me who looks like she would kill anyone who talk to her. She's silent and doesn't care about anything that doesn't have anything to do with her. If everyone's like her, the world would be peaceful, I thought.
As the bus started moving, my mind also started wondering what I should do now. Of course I already had a destination in my mind. The apartment where I would live is also set. The thing that just bothering me is how to earn money. For normal people they would probably think of getting a job first. But I'm different.
I cant look for a job since I'm already busy with just my cultivation alone. If there's a job where I could earn thousands in just a couple of hours, then I wont mind. But most of the jobs needed one to work hard for a month before receiving their salary. I couldn't possibly wait for a month. I need a lot money in short period of time.
While I was looking at the window and pondering shits, all the noise inside the bus stopped and a loud voice was heard. Looking up, there's a guy standing behind the driver and speaking about freedom and stuff. He said he's people are working hard for our rights and shits, so they need some donations to further advance our ideals and our dreams. After some other nonsense, he pulled out a basket and started giving pressure to those who he walked passed to. The effects are immediate, people started giving money like it was the most natural thing to do. And if you don't give any, they would even make you feel guilty about it.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but be amused. Is it really that easy to earn money?
When the guy reached my and the middle aged lady's seat, he silently pushed his basket towards us like urging us to give money. The middle aged lady beside me look at the guy with sincere eyes, she then pulled out her wallet with huge amount of paper money inside. Seeing this, the donation guy's eyes lit up. Even though I'm not a fcking mind reader, its very easy to see that he just hit jackpot. While the donation guy looks excited, the middle aged lady pulled out a peso coin and throw it on the basket. As compared to the money inside the basket, that peso coin looks so domineering as its almost amount to nothing compared to those paper money inside.
Then the middle aged lady looked at the donation guy with full of passion (which to be honest, sounds so sarcastic) and said, "for our ideals".
"Pfft" I tried to stop laughing but it just came out. "GwaAHAHAHAH..!!!"
Looking at the contorting face of the donation guy, this whole scene became even more perfect. This lady is a fcking troll. Even though I don't know who she is, it wont change that she's practically a god inside my heart now.
Hearing a loud laughter, other passengers looked at my direction wondering what happened. But I didn't explain anything, I just laughed my ass out until my stomach hurts and couldn't breath. Looking up, the donation guy is still standing at our place glaring at me like I did something bad. The middle aged lady beside me just sat there like a god without caring about her surroundings. Her face that shouts, "I don't give a fck", is fcking lovely to me.
Seeing the donation guy, faking a smile while continuing walking around, gave me an idea how to earn money. And compared to that guy, I'm hell sure that I'll earn more than him. What this guy's doing is pure thievery, scam, and with a hint of shamelessness. I think I can use the thievery and shameless part, but the scam--- probably not. With my face no one would actually believe me anyway.
When the bus stopped at the next station, the donation guy immediately came out. Seeing this, I also stood up following the guy. But before I do that, I looked back and said to the middle aged lady, "you're amazing, by the way". Then continued to follow the donation guy.
As I was following the donation guy, something exciting happened. Two teenagers with tattoos on their arms passed the donation guy and surrounded him. They whispered something, and the three of them went to the back alley. Naturally, I followed them. When I entered there, I could hear curses, shouts, and some beating noise. Not long after, I saw the donation guy lying on the ground unconscious. Bending down, I checked what kind of injuries he got. Well, except the bleeding nose, he probably got hit in the stomach and the crotch a couple of times before passing out. Not that serious, I thought.
"Anyway.." standing up, I looked at the direction where the two teenagers went. "I cant believe they appeared on their own. I don't even need to look for them."
Giggling a little bit, I sigh with delight.
"I fcking love gangsters.."
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I, never liked super heroes.
All of them have some kind of special abilities, strengths, unique talents--- they are amazing. Unlike normal people, they can do everything. As in everything. That's why I hate them. Don't judge me, I like their stories. Them, coming from a normal family, who acquired a super power, getting used to that power, watching them grow as character, and them becoming more and more OP-- I'm a sucker for that. No matter how cliche it is.
The only thing I cant understand is, why do they pretend like normal person? I get it, super power is rare, so they live like everyone so they wouldn't get ostracized by everyone. Instead, to be accepted, they use the gained power to help people. But, do they really need to? And even if they do, why not get some benefits while doing that?
You see, every time I watch superhero movies, I couldn't help but cringed for how stupid they are. Most of the super heroes are poor as fck! And they didn't even think of using their power to live more easily. Super heroes are sacrificing their lives to save the world. But, did they get anything? None!
Is it being famous? Is it by being worship by every people on the planet? Or maybe having their own monument and statues all over the world? Are these the payment? Really?
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All of these, in my point of view, are fcking stupid!
Thats why, in a way, most of the time I admired the villains. They acquired a super power, yes, but they didn't act like a hypocrite; they never pretended like hero.
Imagine, if a normal person acquired a power, what do you think would happen? Would they go out wear some costumes and sacrifice their lives for the better future? No! They would first think a way on how to use that power, and how to use it to their benefits. Then, if they have time and capable, they would help people.
Thats why when I watched some movies then a selfless hero appeared, I cringe. Hard.
In these movies, only the government, the people, and the country would benefit. Not the heroes. I couldn't help but imagine the officials laughing while heroes are on the verge of dying. They might thank the heroes in some interviews, but deep down they wont really care. For them sacrificing one for the betterment of millions is beneficial for the country. Thinking that heroes are nothing but an assets, that could lower the losses of the country to a minimum. Specially in times of danger and disaster.
"Thats why I wont act like a hero. Because I'm not." I calmly said while smiling.
"Then why fuck are you doing this?! Shit, my nose!" says the guy while holding his bloody face. "We're part of gang here, you sure wanna fuck with us?"
Crawling and writhing on the ground, the two teenagers in front of me kept screaming and threatening me. Their shouts irritates my ears. And even though we're in a hidden back alley, these shouts and screams will get some unnecessary attention. When I couldn't take it anymore, I kicked them again and again 'till they look like shrimps that being fried. Every time they make a noise, I kick them. I repeatedly did that until they finally became quiet.
Of course, with my strength, if I kicked them too hard they might die. Or I might accidentally explode their skulls and insides. So I'm trying my best to control it. Its also a type practice, I guess?
"Good." I whispered with smiles. "Now, let me repeat it so that your brainless skulls would understand it more easily. Give. Me. The. Money."
Unwillingly, one of the guy took out some money from his pocket put in on the dirty ground.
"..da,z all be got pam hib..." (that's all we got from him.) this guy cant even speak right because some of his teeth are gone, and his mouth and nose are full of blood.
Seeing this, I couldn't help laugh. I walked in front of the guy and kicked him in the stomach! The guy started vomiting blood while breathing heavily. The other guy looked at me full of rage.
"What, got a problem, kid?" I asked with a threatening voice. I'm not joking anymore. Playing with these shits is already getting boring, so I need to end this quick.
After taking all of their money, asking a lot of questions and making sure they answered correctly, I left them alone in the dark alley.
These two looks like someone who didn't finish High school, and instead, wandered the streets while doing everything they want. From the tone and tattoos on their bodies, looks like they're already used in this kind life. So they should probably used to getting beaten up like this.
Well, its not like I want beat them up just because they look shit. Or enjoy seeing these kind of shit suffering in bloody mess. No, really!
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After a while, I came to back to the bus stop and entered the back alley. Surprisingly, the donation guy is still there, sitting in a corner while looking at the sky with an empty eyes. Shaking my head slightly, I walked towards him and stood in front. He looked up and was surprised to see me. Maybe my face became memorable for him since I laughed at him hard earlier. Well It doesn't matter.
I walked closer and helped him stand up.
"Here." I said while putting the money in his hands.
He again looked at me shocked.
To be honest even though this guy is a fcking scammer, he's not that bad. At least he never takes anyone's possession forcefully like those two teenagers. Besides, they willingly gave him the money, and for me, that's actually clever. Anyway, since I got what I want by following this guy, then its not that bad to give him what is rightfully his. That's why I handed him the money those two stolen from him.
"They gave it back when I talked to them a little bit." I calmly said while smiling.
Even though he looks confused, he still smiled with teary eyes and said, "thank you".
I also smiled and said, "it's fine". But deep down, I feel kinda guilty.
After all, I took half of his money like a pro. And he didn't even notice it.
Well, at least he received half. Compared to nothing when he was just sitting here with dead eyes, its a lot better.
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After that short episode, I immediately came back to the back alley and look for delinquents to bully. Sometimes most of the shit I see are all teenagers, some are adults but jobless like me. But instead of staying at their house and pretending they don't exist, these people decided to go out and act like a king on the streets. They would do some small crimes to earn money and use it buy drugs.
Apparently there's a gang in this town that sells drugs. And after beating down a lot of this type of people, I manage to gather a lot of informations. This is exactly the reason why I love these street rats. They know a lot of things that other people don't know.
After beating all of them and taking their money, I realized that its already getting dark. Since the time is about right I immediately prepared myself. My playful smile is now gone-- like the darkness swallowing the world with the absence of the sun.
"Time to earn some money."
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Standing a little bit away from a certain house, I cant help but feel amazed. The house isn't that big. It mostly have a couple of rooms on the first floor. And a little more of that on the second floor. It looks ordinary. But, its actually the place those members of the gang gathers.
After breaking almost all of their fingers, and some other bones, they actually told me everything.
There are almost twenty gang members. And their main business is to sell drugs. The whole town is actually their territory. No one except them, has the right to sell drugs in this place. One of the kid even mentioned that, the gang is just a small division from a syndicate in the capital. When I heard that, I laughed my ass out and kicked the kid unconscious.
The most important news here is, they have guns. But not all of them. Only the so called "core members" has those.
Walking in front of the house, I stayed quiet and listened to all the noises inside. Then slowly, I started counting.
Since I started cultivating, different changes happened in my body. It improved my flexibility, reflexes, strength, and agility. But not only that. Based on all the experimentations that I conducted on my body these past couple days, I firmly concluded that my wounds and injuries heals faster. And if I use my Qi, it would double or triple the speed!
I also noticed that the hardness of my body is quite amazing.
Believing in my body's fast recovery, I decided to use a kitchen knife and stab my arm with full strength of an adult. And, Oh boy, it hurts! Still though, I concentrated on my arm and looked for the injuries and how much damaged I got.
The fascinating here was, it penetrated my arm, but only the one to three centimeters tip. Trying to force it in with the strength of a normal adult wont do it. Also, everything I mention was my test before I unlocked my first meridians.
I calmly breathed in and out while concentrating my self to everything thats happening inside the house.
The thing that amazed me though is not my body, but my senses. With just my ears and nose, I can deduce everything thats happening in my surrounding with a high accuracy.
Right now, from the noises coming on first floor, I can assume that there are three men and two women. All of them are drinking some alcohol and having fun. The second floor is a lot more quiet though. In one room, i could hear a woman moaning. From sound of it she's having the best time of her life, she's trying her best to be more silent though. Her partner is a man who keeps breathing irregularly. He also wont stop whispering, "fuck, fuck, bitch, you like this, huh, you like this bitch!" listening alone almost made me laugh. I held it though.
The other room on the second room is what I can only assume, the jackpot.
Three men piling and counting something. Then they're talking about there sales, quota and things that I don't really think is important.
Now that I know how many are there inside, it's time make a plan. Just to make sure, I circled the house and inspected every window, making sure I know which window is connected to which room, and making sure I could make use of it.
After a while, my plan is mostly complete. I just need to hide my face. Doing that is easy, i just took out a jacket with hood, a random shirt and used it cover my nose and everything below. After I'm done, I again picked up the metal pipe that I accidentally discovered in an alley.
Having a metal pipe as weapon proved to be always amazing, specially in raids. Trust me, this tip came from a veteran who survived hundreds of zombie apocalypse, and wars that killed millions.
"Huu, operation tornado, begins now.."