All Chapters of Ultimate Charm System: Chapter 161
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160. Throwing lessons
Jax and Billy set the bag down with a heavy, metallic clank that echoed off the shooting gallery's corrugated roof. They stood there, hands on their knees, lungs burning as if they’d just hauled a dead elephant up a hill.Kira’s eyes darted from the sweating giants to the unremarkable canvas bag. "The hell are you two wheezing for? It’s just a rucksack.""Oh, perfect timing, guys!" Mark beamed, ignoring the tension.He reached into the bag and began pulling out the contents. First came the knives—heavy, high-carbon steel blades designed for combat, each weighing three times more than a standard throwing knife. Then came the firearms: high-caliber pistols, a short-barreled shotgun, boxes of specialized ammunition, and even a few hand-axes that looked like they belonged in a Viking raid.The silence that followed was thick. Jax and Billy looked at the pile, then at Mark’s slender frame, then back at the bag. "I wanted to get some practice
161. Wild jiggles
"Um... Boss? We don't actually have a dedicated range for axes," Kira said, raising his hand like a student in class, as if he needed permission just to speak.Alexander closed his eyes and gave a slow, satisfied nod, quietly savoring the moment. Kira—Kira of all people—was calling Mark “boss” without sarcasm or a nickname attached. If there was ever a sign that things change, this was it."Huh? What do you mean?" Mark asked, his face falling into a mask of pure disappointment."Well... nobody really trains for the Viking age around here," Kira responded, his tone now scrubbed of its earlier mockery. "We don't have the backstops for heavy blades. But we can skip right to the firearms if you don't mind, sir."That “sir” didn’t go unnoticed. Billy and Jax exchanged a quick glance, both equally stunned. Kira hadn't even shown that kind of respect to the previous owner—a man with enough social standing to buy and sell half the province. To Kira,
162. Respect for a true man
BAM!! BAM!! BAM!!!The thunderous cracks of the shotgun echoed through the range, the recoil thumping against Mark’s shoulder. He pumped the slide, the brass casing spinning away in a glittering arc before he squeezed the trigger again.[Ding! SharpShooter has leveled up! LV10 → 13]Mark lowered the weapon, his eyes narrowed at the translucent blue screen floating in his vision. He’d noticed the shift—from level 1 to 10, it had felt almost effortless—like the system was practically carrying him. But now? Now it was slowing down. Every level demanded more, every improvement harder earned, no matter how many clean hits he landed.At Level 13, anything within 50 meters was a guaranteed hit. He didn't even have to think; his body just knew where the barrel needed to be. But the long-distance targets—the ones at the very edge of the range—still required a beat of focus.‘Not good enough,’ Mark thought, a drop of sweat sting
163. Worker Village
[Ding! SharpShooter has leveled to 15!] [Ding! Sub-skill Ricochet Insight has reached Level 2] The notifications flashed right as Mark finished a move that didn’t just impress, but outright broke whatever expectations anyone still had of him. Three axes left his hands almost at the same time. In mid-air, the heavy blades had collided with a metallic tang, ricocheting off each other to curve around thick trunks and strike targets that were completely obscured from Mark’s line of sight. Mark turned around, wiping a smudge of dirt from his palm with a casual grin. "Alrighty! I think that’s enough training for one afternoon. What’s next?" Kira’s knees buckled. He hit the dirt, his entire frame vibrating with a mix of shock and adrenaline. Mark blinked, confused. "Kira? You alright, man?" Without a word, Kira pressed his forehead into the earth, bowing so low he was practically eating dust. "Master... I
164. Milk baths and competitions
As the trucks rolled onto the dusty road leading deeper into the farm, they passed through another massive gate that opened into a stretch of green grazing land that seemed to go on forever, the horizon blurring into soft waves of grass and heat."Yup! We’re definitely at a farm now. I can smell the cow dung in the air.” Rita said, sniffing.“Cow dung, you say?” Lilith rolled her eyes. "Are you sure it's not just you? You’ve been sweating through that linen all day, and frankly, the physics of your outfit are starting to fail."“Wow. Jealousy is a really ugly color on you, Lily. You know that?” Rita shot back, adjusting a strap that had slid dangerously far down her shoulder.Alice, meanwhile, was practically glued to the glass, her breath fogging the window. “Wait—are those actually cows? Like, real ones?!”Mark followed her gaze and smiled. “The realest you’ll ever see.”***The vehicles slowed as they entered a paddoc
165. The Private Villa
After the dairy excitement, Alexander led the group through the rest of the livestock sectors. They passed the enclosures for goats and sheep—docile creatures that huddled together as the trucks rolled by—and finally reached the stables with a few well-kept horses that the workers relied on when checking the cattle or making trips between the ranch and the nearby village."We also use them for hunting," Kira said, a sharp glint in his eye as he ran a brush over a powerful white stallion. "There's nothing like the rush of tracking game from the back of a horse."Mark’s eyes gleamed with instant interest. 'Hunting?' he thought. 'If I can practice my Shooting skills on moving targets from a galloping horse, the EXP gain would be insane. My SharpShooter level would skyrocket!'"Damn it! I want to try hunting like that so badly!" Mark exclaimed."Well, if you're that eager, we can head out at dawn tomorrow morn—""Nope!" Rita cut Kir
166. Pretty Tattoos and Changing Subjects
With no choice but to follow along, Lilith let out a long, weary sigh as she slipped out of her overalls. She peeled off her blouse, leaving herself in a snug, dark lace bra that provided a stark contrast to her pale skin. Unclasping the bra, she let it fall off, showing off her bare breasts that had pink areolaes, and tiny nipples that looked like soft buds against her skin.Seeing her like that, Alice couldn’t help the way her lips parted into a small “O.”“Wow… your tattoo is pretty.” She whispered. She was staring at the intricate black butterfly etched onto Lilith’s shoulder, its wings partially obscured by the damp, dark strands of her hair."Pretty or creepy? Get your facts right, Alice dear," Rita scoffed from the water.Lilith didn't dignify that with a response. She kept her black collar necklace on—a signature piece she refused to part with—and stepped into the pool with the grace of a silent film star."Batwoman is i
167. The Maerten Soolmans
While the moon cast a silver glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows of a skyscraper miles away, the atmosphere in a certain executive office was far from tranquil. Mr. Brownstone sat enveloped in a shroud of expensive cigar smoke, his silhouette a dark blotch against the city lights.The office heavy door suddenly slammed against the stopper with a violent crack."Father!" Jong, a man whose tailored suit couldn't hide his panicked trembling, gasped for air."Can't you knock like a civilized human, Jong?" Brownstone didn't even turn his chair. He simply exhaled a grey cloud of smoke."Forget that! Tell me what I heard is a lie! You sold the Ranch Estate?"His father remained unnervingly still. "Yes, I did. For a little over four hundred million."Jong felt the air leave his lungs. He was sweating despite the AC. "Only the ranch, right? Just the land? Not everything inside!""Everything, Jong."Jong r
168. The 'problem'
Heading downstairs with the covered canvas in hand, Mark offered Alexander no explanation. He simply told him they were leaving.Alexander hurried to his quarters, returning seconds later with a stack of documents. "You forgot these, boss," he said, handing them over. "Your affidavits and the deed to the ranch.""Right, thanks. Give them to her," Mark replied, nodding toward his sister."I’d also like a word before you go, boss. Privately." Alexander bowed, his hand pressed firmly against his chest.Mark left Lilith to oversee the painting and followed Alexander to a quiet corner of the hall. "What’s on your mind?"Alexander leaned in, his voice a low whisper meant only for Mark’s ears. "The Briscos. Please... do not place too much trust in them."Mark narrowed his eyes. "They’ve been nothing but helpful to me, Alex. What are you getting at?"Alexander bowed again, his expression unreadable. "It is merely my advice,
169.
{Mark’s POV}I sat stiffly in the velvet-lined chair, the silence of the dining room pressing in on me as we waited for Mr. Brisco. Across the table, Lilith reached out, her fingers brushing against mine."Why are you so stressed, hun? It’s just art. Don't overthink it."She was right. Objectively, it was just a canvas with some old paint on it. But my gut was screaming. There was something deeper here, something that didn't meet the eye, and if there was one thing I’d learned in this life, it was to never ignore that feeling.A few moments later, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the hallway. Lilith’s father swept into the room wearing a vibrant, colorful gown, looking as radiant and eccentric as ever."Sweetheart!" he half-bellowed before he even reached the table. "Where have you been hiding all day?"Lilith frowned, pulling her hand back. "I told you I’d be with my fiancé, Dad."He turned his gaze toward