The system tried to get Dorian to abort his current plan, but all to no avail. It even gave suggestions, ~You could go back to the man you got your first car from, Dorian. Losing the Maybach isn’t the end of the world!”Dorian chuckled as he took another swig of his drink. Even if it wasn’t the end of the world, it sure did feel like it.From a new sleek Maybach to a ragged old cab, he’d rather be paralyzed.~DORIAN,WHATEVER YOUR MIDDLE NAME IS, GREY, YOU LISTEN TO ME AND DROP THAT BOTTLE RIGHT NOW!~Dorian threw the bottle away and clasped his hands over his ears, suppressing a scream though it felt like someone had just set his eardrums and brain on fire. His read was ringing.“What the fuck system!”His mind rang like someone had covered his head with a bell and told Thor to give it a mighty strike with his hammer. The ringing intensified and Dorian felt his legs give out. He crumpled on the grassy floor of the park’s entrance and curled around himself, groaning in pain and trying
Connor grinned as he handed Dorian the hangover cure and watched him gulp it down all at onceHe could tell Dorian wasn’t drunk, but since Dorian had insisted on it, they had come to a small store to get one. The female at the cash register smiled at him and Dorian, but while Connor smiled back, he found Dorian simply ignoring her. Once they were outside, Connor walked casually beside Dorian and asked, “Are you okay now?”Dorian nodded and took a deep breath wondering if he should thank or ignore this strange person. He could remember Connor, he was one of the people whose name and face had actually stuck in his head despite the long list of people he had driven.Connor said he had been in the small crowd that gathered to watch him and Marie, but he didn’t want to interrupt their conversation so he stayed hidden.Dorian had nodded and opted to walk off, but Connor had offered ice cream instead of alcohol so here they were, on their way to get ice cream after getting him his hangover c
Dorian went to work immediately.There wasn’t much time anymore for him to search for who had stolen from him as he planned, but he could always do that later if he was alive and unparalyzed. Dorian worked for a good seven-hour stretch and as the last second counted down, the system’s congratulatory jingle came up in his mind again as the world became highlighted in energy once more.[CONGRATULATIONS HOST DORIAN! DAILY HOURS SPENT USING SKILL: 7 HUMAN HOURS, ACHIEVED!DAILY INCOME ACCRUED FROM HOURS SPENT USING SKILL: THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS, ACHIEVED!+100 BONUS POINTS.+10 HEALTH POINTS.+5 AGILITY.+10 STRENGTH.DUCATI SUPERLEGGERA: 1,000 POINTS LEFT TO OWNERSHIP.CONGRATULATIONS HOST.]For some odd reason, this didn’t excite Dorian as much as it used to at this moment. Sure he was happy that he would keep on living, and he was happy that he had gained all those bonus points, but sometimes the system and all its rewards kept on feeling like something he didn’t understand and which
Dorian woke up the next morning to find a note at his door, sitting pretty underneath a cup of iced coffee. The note read, “I’m sorry for bailing out on dinner last night. Enjoy the coffee.” The system made an ick sound in Dorian’s head but he simply chuckled and tucked the letter into his pocket, heading back in to get dressed and head out for work. Connor had dropped six missed calls just this morning and Dorian frowned lightly as he stared at them. He decided to return them and dropped six missed calls of his own, hoping each time that Connor didn’t pick up. The system commented in a mildly irritated tone as Dorian chuckled, ~You’re going to chase your friend away with how awkward you’re acting. Who drops six missed calls back?~ Dorian shrugged and ignored the system. The ball of light came into being and it floated in front of Dorian’s face, ~Hey, you aren’t still angry at me are you? You can’t be angry at your own system.~ “I can if it tried to kill me.” The system seemed to
A man stumbled down an alley, breathing heavily as blood ran down the side of his mouth. He choked on it and coughed violently, spurting blood onto the sidewalk.His eyes were blown in panic and there was only one thing on his mind, he tapped his receiver and asked weakly, “Is the boss okay? ….. Tell me the boss is okay.”He stumbled and fell onto the floor, his injuries alleviating with every single step he took. He had to make sure his boss was safe.His boss who had taken him from the streets and put him in an esteemed position.His boss whose goodwill fed hundreds upon hundreds of homeless and poverty stricken people each month. His boss was a good man.A good man like that didn’t deserve to get killed, no matter how elite the assassin team sent was.The injured man shivered lightly as a response finally came from the other, “T… The boss is safe, Tommen. W… we did it.”Tommen felt his heart break because he could hear the amount of injuries his partner bore. He could almost see
“Hey, do you even know how to drive this thing at all?”Dorian took a sharp curve and glared at his passenger, “Shut the fuck up.”He switched gears and slammed his foot on the pedal immediately. The car tires screeched as the vehicle careened forward and with that, they were zooming off. They were well across the speed limit.Dorian could feel his heart pounding in his chest and adrenaline spiking his blood. This car couldn’t get dented. It wasn’t even his. Connor would never speak to him again if he returned the car with bullet dents all over it and that was what would probably happen.Dorian executed a quick combination of movements, setting the car on reverse, backing up slowly, and tilting the vehicle to the side before making a full 360 turn and zooming off again. The man in the backseat began to clap.“Wooww, that was so cool!”Dorian gritted out another response and it was two words, “Shut up.” He eased the car into a faster speed and focused on what was happening above. The
Dorian drove the car to a secluded spot close to a lagoon and gave one order, “Get out.”His passenger obeyed immediately, not looking very enthusiastic about doing it but not protesting either, like living was not assured and he expected he would die anyway. The system appeared in its physical form and Dorian jumped slightly again when the oddly colored cat began to talk, “So what are you going to do?”Dorian clasped his hand over his heart for a while before replying, “I’ll make us jump into the lagoon.” The fat cat scoffed, “You’re going to make the man who just told you a whole lot about an assassination attempt on his life jump into a lagoon? Are you listening to yourself, Dorian?”Dorian felt worry flicker through his heart but he nodded, sure of his decision. “Yeah, I'm sure of my decision. I have a plan.”The system nodded sarcastically and the cat cocked its head to the side, “Try not to die okay. I’d hate to have to look for another host from the bottom of the sea.”The cat
Tuesday would forever be remembered by the employees of Ivandoe Conglomerate as an eventful day because it was the day their boss, after miraculously being deposited at the door of the safehouse by a strange person, woke up from a coma gasping and hollering loudly, “Where is he? Where’s… don’t let us drown. We better not drow…”Der Van Haskell was completely out of his wits and still woozy from the force of the concussion he had suffered to the head. The doctors approached him calmly, soothing him and putting him back to rest.They whispered softly. “There there, Mr. Van. It’s alright. You’re in the safehouse now. You’re safe.”The doctors around him all thought he was delusional but Der Van Haskell frowned with impatience. He knew what he was talking about, yet the darkness that seized him and pulled him under didn’t give him the chance to elaborate. He knew he had to find the boy thoughHe had to find that boy.Dorian squeezed out water from his shirt as he sat down in the park and