Mastering the fates with Role-play system

[5] The quest 1

[ Status: resets after a quest has been completed]

[Host: Tristan Coleman]

[Relationship Status: Single]

[Health: 57/100]

[Current role: Masked Millionaire

[Financial status in USD: 1000560]

[Exp points : 0]

[ Skills: locked- use exp points to unlock]

The mockery continued, every student he met along the way said something about the incident that Tristan became fed up with. He had managed to control himself to avoid creating a scene and it was difficult being a short-tempered young man.

He made his way out of the campus arena, intending to change his phone by purchasing a new one immediately, but he paused along the way as he remembered the whole point of the task.

"Spend in the bar as a masked millionaire," he uttered.

He felt it would be strange, wearing a mask and walking about with everyone staring at him, so he changed his mind and headed back to the dorm, intending to do so when it got late.

He returned to the dorm, and although he had a class to attend, he neglected it knowing that being present would bring him nothing but shame, and he'll barely concentrate so of what use was it?

His roommate was absent from the dormitory, "Harry has probably gone to class," he thought.

" Good for me then, no one to bother me, " he added, throwing himself back on the bed and waiting to be transported to dreamland.

He was still very tired, weak, and bruised. It occurred to him to take a shower at least, but he shaved those thoughts off since he was already immersed in the comfort of his mattress, and his head sunk into the soft pillow, slowly drifting away in slumber.

~ ~ ~

Tristan woke up to the sound of the door opening, it was Harry who had just returned from wherever it was he went to.

"Bro you are sleeping, while your name is the topic all over campus, what happened man, when did you get so horny?" Harry made a joke of the situation and Tristan, who had just woken up, shot an eye at him in a fit of rage.

"Sorry man, just asking, didn't mean to make you angry, but what happened?" Harry inquired while placing the books he barely read on the reading table.

"I don't want to talk about it," Tristan retorted, stretching his arms and legs while yawning at the same time. He stared at the round clock hanging on the wall and was amazed at how long he had been asleep.

"8:30 pm! I've gotta go," he stood up in a hurry and Harry couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into his roommate.

Tristan grabbed his towels and rushed into the bathroom, drenched himself in a cold shower after getting rid of those dirty clothes he slept with. He washed himself thoroughly and changed into the best cloth he had.

"Are you going on a date or something, you are acting like a man who is late for a date," Harry laughed, he was a boy who made a joke of even the most critical situation.

"Not a date," Tristan responded whilst buckling his belt, he was dressed in one of his best navy blue long-sleeved shirts, a pair of chinos, and navy blue sneakers.

"Dude, what is it? Not a date then where, just curious, plus you seem to be in such a hurry," Harry was persistent but Tristan did not answer his question, he parried them with a single statement

"I can't say."

Unwilling to bother his roommate any further, Harry refrained from asking further questions. He thought Tristan was just in a bad mood due to the incident that went viral on campus about his fight with Paul and decided to take a night out to clear his head or get himself drunk to drown his depression.

After his preparation was done, it was ten minutes to nine o'clock, meaning that he had three hours to spend a million dollars, so he left the dorm with one question in mind,

"Where do I start?"

[ System update]

[ Three hours and then minutes before midnight]

After seeing the notification, he didn't want to waste more time, spending money was a dream come true and even though it wasn't for himself alone, he couldn't wait to begin.

Ignoring every student he met along the way, he left the campus and stopped by a costume shop where he purchased a mask, adorned with silver rings on the edges.

The mask was worth fifty dollars which would have been a huge amount of money to his former self. The shopkeeper requested his reason for purchasing the mask, and he replied.

"Just a special occasion," and walked away, placing the mask on his face.

Tristan wished the system hadn't restricted his spending to the bar, because there seems to be other things he had in mind to purchase. Unfortunately, he couldn't go against the system's instructions or lose the challenge, plus he was also afraid of losing the system as well.

He could not remember the exact location of the bar, but he knew it wasn't so far away from where he bought the mask so he walked down the street hoping to see it along the way, and he had barely walked for about five minutes when he caught a glimpse of the bar from afar.

He heard so many tales about Nisco bar, of how expensive it was, yet it was crowded by students of his age, a place where a single drink can be worth five hundred dollars, and worse, where nothing but immoral practices thrive.

"This should be fun," Tristan uttered, he had been to a bar and that was once and he was invited, he couldn't think of any other way to waste money than spend it on expensive drinks and cuisine.

As he approached the entrance, he wondered,

"What sort of good deed can one do in a bar?" But unable to provide himself with an answer to his question, he proceeded to make an entrance and the sight that met his eyes was more than he expected.