(Not) A Vanilla Levelling System

[THE DETECTIVE III]

I followed his advice, again. Not because I was afraid, but more because I thought it made sense.

Staying there was the same as putting myself in a much more vulnerable position. Even if I was at my most alert, even if this bastard was helpless.

Besides, I still didn't fully believe what he said.

Ever since Jimenez had mentioned it, Becker's name had been haunting my nights. I had heard of him before, too. If I'm not mistaken, he was an influential businessman whose products were helpful in terms of regional exports.

That, and his abundant wealth, gave him indirect power to control many people.

But, basically, nothing in the world is truly perfect. Wealth and power can't buy love.

I mean, just look at that punk sitting on the chair in front of my desk right now.

Again, I still doubt every word he says. Even the most ignorant person would consider him delusional, but in the course of my career, it's not uncommon to find the children of officials who have indeed transformed into thugs (