"What is the problem?" asked Benjamin."You see, this card, is a level too low for our establishment, Mr.Benjamin" started the man. "GRIDATTA requires a Gold Alliance card for entry""What?"The man flung the card back to Benjamin's chest. "That Black card has no power here. In fact, if you had shown it to my attendants outside, they wouldn't have even batted an eye" he explained.Benjamin examined his black card. So I've reached my limit with this, have I? he thought. "So, like I said before, Mr. Benjamin, please show yourself out. And you?! What are you still doing here?" exclaimed the man, talking about the attendant.What to do? thought Benjamin. Do I order the attendant to assault this man? No, that wouldn't make any sense. There would be too much of a commotion to even demand something like a reservation. What next then? [Bow Down To Me] wouldn't work on a manager who is at the top of the food chain like him. Should I get the receptionist?Benjamin activated [Appraisal.][Apprai
"What was that you said?""I said, you got your stupid reservation!"Benjamin shook his head. "Seems like you need to learn some respect still. Alright! Start with his pinky finger" instructed Benjamin to the officer. The officer spread out the fingers generously,"No, no, no, no, no, no" and used the bottom of the bottom to whack the shaft of the index finger."Oh, my god!!" wailed the manager in pain, ducking his head under the desk.Benjamin couldn't help but wince looking at the mangled finger. It was his first time up close and personal with such soft gore, especially one of his doing."Eugh" he retched. "That looks pretty bad. Sure do hope it heals right" He paused. "Alright. The next one" he signalled to the officer."You son of a bitch!" cried the manager, popping his head up from the desk. His face was red from a flush, and small amounts of tears were forming in his conjunctiva."You're a tough one, Mr," said Benjamin. "It looks like that one didn't even hurt at all, seeing a
"So, how the hell did you manage this? I half-expected to come here, and find you sulking on the pavement because they refused to listen to me."Benjamin chuckled."And there's no one either. What's going on?"Benjamin shrugged and clasped his hands together. "I have my ways. You know that""Okay, Mr. Mysterious. You didn't beat up the manager or anything like that, right?" she laughed.Benjamin joined in. "You're pretty funny," he noted."Oh, please" she dismissed him. "So" she spread out her hands "Here I am. I believe you had something to say to me"Benjamin twirled with some thoughts in his head. "Let's have a drink first""Oh, you! Naughty naughty""What? Me?" chuckled Benjamin. "Come on. The evening's nice enough""Mmm" Benjamin signalled for Gunther, and he came to take their orders."Let me use this chance to say, I'm so sorry I'm late," she said."Let me guess. It has something to do with the office.""Okay, smarty-pants."Benjamin arched one of his eyebrows"Okay, yes. We've
"Where do you see yourself in five years?"Benjamin took the time actually to think and respond candidly."On top of the world," he said casually.Amber laughed, putting down her glass. "Really? You mean, like, World Domination?" she asked. It was uncanny, that she had used those exact words."Something like that" he replied, grinning. "Does it seem far-fetched?""Farfetched, is certainly one way to describe it. It's a cartoon plot" chuckled Amber."Well, I happen to like cartoons.""Very funny, Mister. But now I need a real answer" she said. Her skin was beginning to glisten even more under the warm spotlights of the restaurant's roof. Benjamin swallowed a gulp to calm his nerves, and think of his next rely."I suppose" he started, moving his legs aside, "richer than ever.""Quite materialistic, no?""I am beginning to appreciate the finer things in life, yes. Of course, my--" Benjamin was about to bring up Ivy, being alive and well by that time, but decided against putting too much
"So" he returned to her. "Which one am I ?""What do you mean?""Am I the Obese man, or the attractive gym rat?" he asked her.She leaned in and parted her red luscious lips seductively. "Wouldn't you like to know?"Benjamin took another sip, but it wasn't working. His hormones were raging, rising, climbing more ferociously than they had ever done before. And she was the cause. Compared to being with Claire, Amber was a bonfire, hot enough to keep the cold out, and also make his blood rush."I would, actually," he said, setting down the glass. She folded her arms."Really? That's your coup de grace? You brought me here to find out what I think of you?""Seems only fair, seeing as I've already told you mine.""Or you just want to feed your ego?" she smiled."You think I have an ego? Quite the compliment."The attendant had become closer than a few feet from the table before he stopped abruptly. Amber, startled by the sudden pause in movement, looked towards him. And yelped in shock. "Y
"PAYTON" called out Benjamin. "What the fuck is wrong with [System Map]?""Pardon Me, Master?""This guy's a System User!" Payton didn't respond."PAYTON!" barked Benjamin."Yes, Master Benjamin. According to the Skill[System Map], there are no System Users nearby," it replied softly."Don't give me that bullshit!" snapped Benajmin, disengaging his balled-up fist, and arming his legs instead. His right leg pivoted backwards, and his left shot up in the air, as a back kick. [Martial Arts] was still active."Oh," said Adin, who had already seen the movement and had backed his head away from the path of Benjamin's leg, however - It was a spin kick. Benjamin's right leg followed even quicker, than his left, and landed a blow acroos Adin's jaw.Adin stumbled a few feet backwards, and Benjamin landed on a handstand, kicking his legs to right himself up. He looked about the table. Amber had already deserted her seat, and stood behind him, by his left shoulder."Benjamin" she whispered. "It's
"The fuck?!" he winced and backed away. His hand felt heavy, and moist, almost like---It was blood. When Benjamin raised his hand, his knuckles had torn open, as if lacerated by some sort of Industrial machine. And the bleeding was rampant. He clutched his sliced hand in burning pain."But, [Enhanced Body]" muttered Benjamin."[Enhanced Body] is still active, Master Benjamin" replied PAYTON quickly. Benjamin wasn't so quick to trust the machine, so he manually pulled up the stats window himself.[Enhanced Body: Active][Martial Arts: Active]"What in the fuck?!" he cursed out loud.Adin made a high-pitched whistle. "Looking for this?" he asked, twirling the jagged piece of glass Benjamin had intended to stab him with.How?! thought Benjamin. Did he rip that out from my hand before it collided? But that's impossible!"Don't be too shocked, Mr. Benjamin Black. You're capable of some pretty crazy things yourself, aren't you?" Adin reminded. Of course. It was easy for Benjamin to believe
Adin shook his head and looked at him listlessly. "This is so pathetic. To think you were just this ignorant.""Finish the story, motherfucker!" cried Benjamin."The Cocksucker is a Mr. Martoni."Benjamin was familiar with the name Martoni. Incredibly familiar."I'm talking about Mr. Martoni Black, of course." Adin cocked his head. "I'm sure you're acquainted with him. He is the head of the Black family, after all."A tight gasp of air left Benjamin's lips, and he felt his arms limp. "What?" he started in a hoarse voice "Did you just say?""Hmm? You're not deaf too, right? You've been hearing me so far" reasoned Adin, and sighed. "Well, that's it for me. Been nice talking with you, Benjamin.""You fuck! Get back here""And do what exactly? Explain myself? Don't tell me--" Adin scratched his chin. "You're still not getting the memo. I thought it would be clear once I mentioned his name."Mr Martoni Black, was the figurehead of the Black Family. CEO, philanthropist, and eccentric. Mr. M