Mastering the fates with Role-play system 2

[4] Protein shake

[ Host: James Martin ]

[ Current Level: 1 ]

[ Assigned Role: Warrior – Enforcer Path ]

[ Task Progress: 0 / 6 ]

> Complete six (6) designated tasks under the "Warrior – Enforcer" role to advance to the next level.

[ Experience Points (EXP): 0 ]

> Earn EXP by completing role-specific tasks, spending currency, and confronting adversaries (  every face slap counts)

Accumulated EXP can be used to upgrade core attributes.

[ System Coins: 0 ]

> System Coins are awarded upon successful task completion and may be used to purchase upgrades, items, or skills within the system interface.

[ Default Attributes ]

Combat Proficiency: 2%

Physical Strength: 2%

[ Quite basic. ]

Jace nodded,

"Yes, it's easy to understand, but I have one more question... what kind of rewards do I get?"

[Rewards are classified into two categories:]

[ 1. Permanent Rewards]

[These typically consist of monetary compensation or material possessions. Upon successfully completing a task, the host retains these rewards indefinitely.]

[ 2. Temporary Rewards]

[ These are strategic advantages, often in the form of elevated status or authority, granted to aid the host in seeking retribution against individuals who have caused harm. Their duration ranges from 24 hours to one week, depending on how quickly the host initiates confrontation with the designated target. ]

Scratching the back of his head, Jace asked with uncertainty,

"I don’t quite understand the second type."

[Complete your first task, and all will become clear.]

"Alright," Jace nodded, taking a deep breath,

"I'm ready."

[ First task! ]

[ Role-play: Warrior/ Enforcer Path ]

[ Defeat three thugs without using weapons ]

[ Difficulty: Amateur ]

[ Location: Lincoln bars ]

"That's my workplace," Jace uttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Are you sure about this, System?"

[ What's there to be sceptical about? ]

"I... I," He stuttered scratching the back of his head,

"I don't know, I'll just go there now."

Hurriedly, Jace walked out of his room. He noticed that the television wasn't switched off, and coincidentally, the new channel was on. The headline caught his attention mostly because his picture was in the top right corner of the screen.

/ Local Street Boy Escapes Police Custody After Arrest for Attempted Smuggling at Airport /

/A local youth who was apprehended at the airport for allegedly attempting to smuggle illicit substances concealed within a mobile phone case has escaped from police custody. /

"According to the police report, the young suspect had been detained pending trial, but managed to escape from his holding cell under circumstances that have left authorities baffled," the reporter stated.

The Police Chief remarked that he had personally shown leniency toward the boy, believing in his possible innocence.

"I had been particularly sympathetic to the young man," the Chief explained.

"He was cooperative and respectful. I assured him that he would be released once the court concluded its investigation and confirmed he had no direct involvement in the crime."

......

"Freaking liar!" Jace muttered with a frown. In a fit of rage, he picked up the remote and switched off the television.

"That Chief wanted to kill me, and he dares to say that he was nice to me on live TV, how can someone be such a liar, so wicked and heartless... I.... I will complete this task and teach this fool the lesson of his life."

That being said, Jace rushed out of the room, his mind racing with negative thoughts. For some reason, he could already envision his revenge against the greedy Chief.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, a poster hanging on the wall of a nearby building caught his attention.

"Wanted," he scoffed, taking down the poster with an image of himself, most likely to have been put up by the cops.

"I wonder how many of these they have outside?"

[ System suggestion: Put on a hoodie and shades ]

Jace rolled back his eyes in disdain as he went back into the house,

"You should have warned me earlier, I would have even gone out in my pyjamas."

In no time, Jace was out of the house, fully dressed in a white hoodie and dark shades. Good thing it was the middle of autumn else he'd look really odd amongst the other passersby.

Luckily, the Lincoln bars were just a few kilometres from his house, and it didn't require him to pass any checkpoints or cross any major roads, so there were no chances of getting caught by the police.

All it took was ten minutes, and he arrived at the Lincoln bars, his eyes fixed on the big welcome sign that had a picture of his boss, the same man who nearly ruined his life.

"Idiot," he curses with clenched fist.

"System, what am I supposed to do from here?"

[ Wait inside the bar, purchase a drink just to blend in. The opportunity would present itself soon ]

With a deep breath, Jace continued into the bar, took a long stroll across the dining hall up to the counter without doing anything suspicious. He tried not to look tense or afraid that he might blow his cover, and he took on his role and played it to the fullest.

"Good thing I brought this," he whispered, taking out his debit card from his back pocket.

"A bottle of soda please," he requested, changing the tone of his voice,

"Cola is fine."

"Got it," the bartender said over the counter with a smile.

"A waiter will get it to your table soon." She added.

Jace nodded and settled down on a vacant table near the counter. He glanced at each customer with a hint of suspicion, wondering who these gang members were or where they might come from.

The waiter approached him with a bottle of cola, a girl whom he recognised, not only as a colleague but as a love interest. He wished to talk to her again, but couldn't, he couldn't even say thank you, due to fear that she might notice.

"When the hell will these gangsters show up?" He muttered,

"I need to..." his voice trailed off when a system notification came in.

[ All three individuals who have just entered the bar are confirmed gang members. Do not engage or draw attention to yourself unless they initiate a confrontation. Specifically, if they attempt to provoke or threaten one of the waiters ]

"Uhm," Jace scratched the back of his head, after looking at the men who had just walked in.

"I know you said gang members, but these men look like trained military cadets."

[ Nah, it's all protein shake ]