My Beast Capturing System

Chapter 3: First mission

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[Welcome to the Beast Capturing System Interface!]

[Introduction: This is a system where you can capture real life beasts using the visafone’s camera and exchange them with the interface for real money. If you perform admirably, you have a chance of upgrading the system in the future.]

[Current System Level: 1]

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[You have received your first system mission: Capture a Felis Catus- Egyptian Mau!]

[Mission target description: Click to expand!]

[Mission reward: 5,000 NUS Credits]

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Silence.

George just stared at the interface of this visafone, holding back his urge to laugh but he couldn’t for long. The next moment, he burst out laughing.

“Muahahaha, f*cking scam!” He roared.

“I was f*cking scammed again!”

“How on earth did I actually believe a miracle happened?”

“I never learn my lesson”. Bonking his head, he slumped down to the ground where his tiny student bed laid, the only real property in his apartment.

George sighed, cursing in his mind. ‘What a cheap scam!’

‘Who would believe that?’

‘Capturing beasts using a phone’s camera to exchange for money?’ His face twitched. ‘F*ck these bastards!’

‘Do they truly think I’m an idiot?’ He fumed.

Growl!

His stomach did not let him fume for long though as he grasped it in pain. “My f*cking ulcer is kicking up again!’

Not able to bear the pain, George finally stood up from his bed.

His apartment was at the last floor of the 6-story building rented apartment so it was fairly easy for him to go outside.

Going outside, George inhaled the dirty air of this godforsaken town again.

‘Sigh, when will life in this town end?’ He thought in agony.

The agony of his hunger was more though as he walked towards the nearby shop that was close to his apartment.

Getting there, he plastered his best smile on his face.

He swaggered into the shop. “Good morning, madam shoprite!” He called loudly in a familiar manner.

This was the nickname that the townsmen referred to the owner of this shop with, but the familiar rough voice like the rubbing together of metal sheets didn’t greet him this time, instead it was another familiar voice.

“Yes? Good morning Mr. George, what do you want?”

George’s face fell on instantly hearing that voice, it was the f*cking 12-year-old son of madam shoprite. This boy was the epitome of stubbornness.

George glared at him. “Is that how you greet your seniors? Can’t you use a polite tone for once, you stubborn child?”

The boy stared at him flatly. “What do you want?”

George scoffed, then he looked round the shop. “Ok, I want…”

The boy spoke, lip-syncing with him. “Ok, I want 1 small bread, 2 groundnut, 1 sachet sugar, and 1 sachet water”.

Silence.

George stared at the boy, shocked at the fact that this boy just lip-synced him so accurately but it was too awkward to cut if off mid-way.

Cursing, he completed it. “On…”

The boy completed it with him. “On credit”.

Silence.

The boy stared at him. “Sorry Mr. George, we no longer sell on credit”

George’s eyes widened in shock.

In reality, he had a scolding look of reproach on his face but deep inside, he felt his heart just ruptured in pieces.

‘F*ck!’ ‘F*ck!’ ‘F*ck!’

‘What level of see finish and disdain is this?!’ He was crying inside.

George was not one to give up though, he glared at the boy. “Who told you I wanted to say on credit?”

“But that is what you would have said”.

“Shut up!” He snapped at him.

“Just wait for me, I’m coming back with money”.

“You better keep my goods waiting for me”.  

The boy had no reaction, only staring at him.

Cursing again, George left and as he left, only one thought reverberated in his head. ‘It has to be true!’

‘It has to be f*cking true!’

He looked around. “I even saw my grandfather in the dream, so that is evidence that its not a scam, right?”

‘But a grandfather I’ve never even met once, how?’

George was fighting with his rational logic but he fought it.

“F*ck it!”

“What do I have to lose?”

“I have to prove that insolent boy wrong!”

Feeling angry and pumped at the same time, he rushed back home and picked the visafone from where he dropped it on.

In the end, it was disdain from the little boy that pushed him back here.

He looked at the mission again.

“All I need is to capture this Felis Catus, right?” He grinned. “Simple!”

He stood up to leave but paused. “By the way, what’s a Felis Catus?”

Cursing again in his head, he picked up his real android phone and googled it.

Beep!

{No Internet!}

{Chrome will let you know when this page is ready. Cancel}

George’s face twitched. “No f*cking data!”

He was not without a solution though; desperate situations call for desperate measures.

Donning his clothes, the next moment, George went out and casually started climbing the stairs of his apartment while keeping his Lan WIFI on.

{Free hotspot network detected: ThievingRockstar!}

{Connect to hotspot?}

George grinned and clicked it.

The next moment, he got access to the internet and got what he wanted.

{Image=}

{Felis Catus is the scientific name of domestic cats.}

{The Egyptian Mau is a small to medium-sized short-haired cat breed. They are one of the few naturally spotted breeds of domesticated cat.}

{The spots of the ...}

George cut it off.

He grinned the next moment on seeing the picture that appeared before him on the screen. “Hehe, so it’s just a cat?”

“Easy”.

Thinking, George easily decided on the nearby pet shop that was close to his university where he graduated from.

“Hmm, going there, I need some disguise”.

He donned his only face cap the next moment, an old black face cap with the caption of ‘Hunter’ at its front. He also donned a pair of black eyeglasses before finally leaving his apartment.

“George, you’re leaving to get your confirmation form?” A loud voice yelled.

George froze as he heard the landlord’s voice.

Growl!

His stomach growled in complain again but ignoring it, he turned and flashed a bright smile at the landlord. “Yeah, I’ll be back in a few hours landlord”.

“Wish me luck!”

“You know I will,” He grinned. “Goodluck!”

Smiling, George left even as he could not help but think. ‘The greatest luck will be waiving my rent money; can’t you wish me such Goodluck?’

Cursing, he went on his journey.

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“Meow!”

“Woof…!”

“Chirp!” “Chirp!”

Like usual, the pet house was lively as all the different pets in the shop made lively sounds, attracting the attention of the potential smiling customers.

The pet shop was busy.

After observing the territory from outside for a few minutes to make sure the coast was clear, George finally embarked on his mission, entering inside.

“Welcome sir”.

“Yeah”. He waved a dismissive hand at the counter girl, indicating that he wanted to explore alone and choose the pet that he wanted.

The girl smiled; she understood these types of customers.

They were often the big spenders.

Entering the pet house, with both his hands on his pockets and an arrogant look on his face, George swaggered about like the rich heir of some big company, arrogantly searching for the pet that would catch his attention.

“Mom!” “Mom!” A little girl called.

“I like her!”

“Get her for me!”

Her mom looked. “You want a bird? But I thought you said you like cats”.

“No! I want this one!”

The mom smiled. “Ok then, if you want it, I’ll get it for you”.

As they motioned to carry the bird cage, exposing their blind spot, secret agent George moved out of the shadows the next moment, targeting the nearby cats.

He easily fished out the visafone and aimed with its camera.

Back then in his university days, his friends hailed him as the best cameraman. George was confident in his skills.

“Hehe,” He grinned. “So easy”.

Click!

[Congratulations! You have captured a picture of your first animal!]

[You have captured a HD picture of a cat…!]

‘Mission complete’. Thinking, George swaggered outside.

“Sir, you’re not buying anymore?”

He shook his head arrogantly in disinterest at the counter girl. “They’re all casual cats, none of them managed to catch my attention”.

“Ah!” The girl sighed in disappointment.