Morning was approaching and sunlight was starting to seep through the window glass when Janet finally woke up.Her face was glowing and her eyes were already focused on her surroundings. The effects of the drugs had completely disappeared, leaving only fatigue and a mild nausea that the doctor said would go away within a few hours.The nighttime exercise with Vino had made her body even healthier.Janet looked at Vino, then left the room with slow but steady steps.She put on her clothes, a dark blue blouse and black pants, which looked somewhat wrinkled.Vino had also woken up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, not knowing what to say."Do you want to eat?" Janet asked.Vino stood up and scratched the back of his head. "Yes, miss.""Don't call me miss. Our ages aren't that different, I think." Janet smiled faintly. "Just call me Janet. Follow me to the kitchen."They walked out of the room toward the kitchen. The cool morning air greeted their faces as Janet opened her apartment

Fahmi, who had been watching from behind the SUV, started to dare to come closer. With a face beaming full of vengeance, he joined in kicking Vino's body which was already locked by three people. His kicks were weak compared to Titan's punches, but Fahmi did not care about the strength of his kicks. He cared about the satisfaction he got from seeing the person who had beaten him last night now helpless.Vino felt blood flowing from his nose and lips. His ribs felt like they had been crushed by concrete. Every punch Titan landed sent waves of pain that grew heavier because he could not dodge. His taekwondo was useless when his entire body was locked. His kicks meant nothing when his legs were pinned. His Magic Eyes ability only made him see more clearly every one of Titan's fists approaching but that he could not avoid.'If this keeps going,' Vino thought as Titan's punch, he had lost count of how many, slammed into his stomach, 'I could die.'That was not an exaggerated thought. The p

The morning wind was still hitting Vino's face as he pedaled his bicycle along the main road that was starting to get busy with vehicles.His whistle was still on his lips, the melody light and carefree, a sharp contrast to what he had just done in the karaoke place parking lot a few minutes ago.His legs pedaled at a constant rhythm while his mind drifted to various things, to Janet who was probably resting in her apartment, to Fahmi who was probably still roaring on the asphalt, and to the new mission waiting from the system.Then he heard a scream.Not an ordinary scream. Not the scream of children playing or a merchant hawking goods. This was the scream of a woman whose voice had already broken from desperation, the scream of someone begging for help from a world that refused to listen.Vino braked his bicycle and turned toward the source of the sound. At an intersection about fifty meters ahead of him, a chaotic scene unfolded. Several cars were stopped irregularly in the middle

The Jeep's body shook and the people inside were jolted hard, their heads hitting the dashboard and seat backs. Before they could recover from the shock, Vino had already moved to the side, his hand reaching for the rear door handle and pulling it.The door did not open. Locked, or perhaps jammed because of the crumpled Jeep body.Vino dug his fingers into the gap of the door and pulled. Metal screeched and bent under a strength that should not be possessed by human hands. The door came off its hinges and Vino threw it aside like throwing cardboard.Inside, the two large men flanking Karmila stared at Vino with wide eyes. One of them reached for the pistol at his waist but Vino's hand had already grabbed his collar and pulled him out of the Jeep. The man's body flew through the air before landing on the asphalt with a sound that left him motionless.The second man raised his hands in surrender. Vino did not waste time dealing with him. He reached for Karmila's bound hands and with one

Vino sat in the luxurious living room of Franz's residence with his mind in complete chaos. Franz, the father of Karmila whom he had just saved, had just offered him 300 million rupiah as a token of gratitude.For an ordinary man, that was a life changing amount, but for Vino, the offer was merely background noise compared to the mechanical voice of the system that kept buzzing in his ears."Mission: Sleep with a woman who resides in this house within four hours. Failure will result in a fatal 'accident' for a stranger near you."Vino's heart pounded hard against his ribs. 'Not Karmila,' he pleaded to the system. 'She has already been through enough trauma today. Give me someone else. Anyone in this house.'The system was silent for a moment, as if its digital gears were turning before finally answering with cold indifference. "Target updated. The identity of the woman is irrelevant, as long as she is within the perimeter of this residence. Proceed."As if arranged by fate, a woman st