Glen Johnson was speechless. It seemed the Omni-Leveling System was truly determined to mold him into an all-around genius.How long had it even been since he'd bound the Upgrade Chest? And already that damned add-on, the Omni-Leveling System, had saddled him with five separate professions.This time was even more absurd. He'd simply been sitting here, listening to someone play piano and reminiscing about the past, and somehow that alone had triggered a musician profession quest. At this rate, if he glanced up at a plane in the sky and daydreamed about soaring through the clouds, would the System throw a pilot profession at him too?Hell... actually, that was entirely possible.He decided then and there to stop letting his mind wander aimlessly. Otherwise, this cursed System would keep ambushing him with profession quests, and who could possibly keep up with that?The real problem was that he still had two incomplete Class Advancement Quests hanging over his

Aria Wynn glanced at Glen Johnson and realized he was right. Though she didn't have money either, the clothes she wore were cheap. The white sundress she had on now looked pretty enough, but she'd bought it at the night market for only a hundred and fifty dollars.Still, that didn't affect her understanding of fashion. What young woman didn't care about looking good? Even though she couldn't afford nice clothes herself, she often flipped through fashion magazines in the school library. One look at Glen's outfit told her everything. The style was outdated by at least two or three years, and the fabric felt coarse and rough, clearly a knockoff from some small factory. Not a single name brand on him. The whole ensemble wasn't worth three hundred dollars, and saying so was no exaggeration at all.But Aria didn't understand. Even if you're not rich, what does that have to do with me? And what's with this sudden impulse to learn piano? If you really wanted to learn, you'd go fin

Glen Johnson wasn't exactly slow on the uptake, and "Happy Birthday" was, when you stripped it down, just one repeating melody turned this way and that. Still, it took him the better part of half an hour before he could play the piece through cleanly from start to finish, each note landing where it belonged.During that half hour, Glen hammered out the tune on that piano dozens of times. Aria Wynn taught with genuine dedication, catching every mistake the moment it happened. If his rhythm lagged or a note came out wrong, she corrected him immediately, her attention never wavering. Her patience didn't flag once, even as the same melody cycled through the room again and again.At first, Aria had assumed Glen just needed to muddle through well enough to manage a passable version. After all, this was only meant for his girlfriend's birthday party. She would know he'd never studied music before, so even a rough attempt would surely move her. There was no need to aim for perfect

When Lola Bernthal and her two friends climbed out of their taxi in front of the Skyline Grand Hotel, Glen Johnson was still immersed in exploring Music of the Spheres. Musical notes swirled through his mind until he heard Lola calling to him from a distance. Only then did he finally snap back to reality. Shaking off the lingering melodies, he walked over to meet them."Hey, you got here early! Sorry we made you wait so long."Sera Sky stepped forward first to greet him. After all, she'd gotten off work late today, and everyone had been waiting on her account, which was why they'd ended up arriving at this hour.Glen quickly waved off her concern. "It's fine. I wasn't hungry anyway, and I didn't wait that long. Come on, let's head upstairs.""Wait, Glen..."Alison Page stopped him before he could move. "Lola told me you wanted to treat us today, but I didn't agree. I know you perform magic tricks here, and we're happy to come support you. That's what friends

Glen Johnson felt a bit embarrassed by Hannah Lowell's polite tone. "No need for that. I'm just bringing a few friends for a meal and having them cheer me on. It's a personal matter, so how could I bother you with advance notice?"Even as he spoke, Glen couldn't help griping internally. You didn't even leave me your phone number, did you? How was I supposed to give you a heads-up? If I really wanted to notify someone, I'd have to call Ms. Calloway directly.Great. Here I am, coming to this seafood buffet for a meal using meal vouchers you gave me for free, and now because the place is packed with no seats available, I have to trouble the hotel's general manager to arrange seating for me. Talk about using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.Hannah had no idea Glen was silently complaining about her. She maintained her elegant smile. "Actually, it's like this. Each restaurant in our hotel has an internal private room or built-in seating area that's never open to the public,