Super Versatile System: Urban Domination

Chapter seven

"You truly live here?" Laura asked, shocked. They were now parked in front of Abel's apartment building.

"Yeah, why? You wanna come in?" he replied.

"Nah, I’ll pass. Besides, you look like shit right now, and I think you need a bath and sleep." She patted him gently.

Abel almost cursed out loud. How is this a pat from a girl? It felt like he was being thumped by a polar bear.

"Whatever. Bye."

"Wait," she stopped him. "Let’s exchange contacts. Master said you can reach me if you have any problems." She blushed a bit.

What’s with the blushing? He was stunned. Her head was down, teeth lightly clenched, and she held out her phone with a pink shade coloring her cheeks.

Abel’s heart almost melted. She looked so damn cute, he nearly pinched her cheeks right there. He took her phone, and they exchanged numbers. I guess this is the first time she’s asked a guy for his number. Fierce outside, but really innocent underneath.

"Here," he said, handing her phone back.

He couldn’t resist. He quickly pinched her cheek.

Laura froze. Her brain lagged for a second and by the time she realized what happened, the little bastard was already sprinting toward his compound.

"You bastard! How dare you!"

Abel, already at his apartment door, heard her scream and bolted inside like his life depended on it.

"I shouldn't have provoked that demoness. Who knows what she’ll do to me next time? I don’t want to die yet... at least not before I rescue my father," he muttered.

That night, Abel couldn’t sleep. His mind was racing. The key to saving his father and uncovering the truth about his mother, all relied on the system. He had to get stronger. Right now, there were only two paths: fighting... and becoming famous. But being a celebrity? He didn’t care for that life.

(You can earn reaction points from your subordinates depending on how involved you are in their work. For example, if you own a label, you must write and produce a song for an artist to earn points from their success.)

The system’s voice broke through his thoughts.

Abel’s eyes lit up for a second before fading. What’s the point? I don’t have a label. And even if I did, I don’t know jack about songwriting. Making someone famous? That’s wishful thinking.

Still restless, he decided to sign in and use his daily lottery.

"System, sign in."

(Ding! You have successfully obtained Sky Movers Entertainment. Everything has been handled by the system. Someone will send you the paperwork tomorrow for your signature.)

"WTF!" Abel almost leaped off the bed. He had just been thinking about owning a label—and now the system gave him one?

He sat stunned. But then, even if I have a label, what now? I don’t know a damn thing about music production. He sighed. "Whatever. Let me use my daily lottery before I sleep."

"System, spin the lottery," he said with a yawn.

A huge wheel appeared, covered in wrapped gift boxes. Abel was surprised, this was not how it was yesterday. There was no telling what was inside the gift boxes until the system revealed it. The wheel spun fast. Then it stopped. One of the gift boxes lit up.

(Congratulations, host. You’ve won a Legendary Box!)

The system's voice actually contain some emotion this time, like it was excited.

Legendary box? Abel blinked. Wait, when did I get a legendary lottery ticket?

He hadn’t explored most of the system yet, so a lot still confused him.

(Because the host encountered supernatural beings for the first time, a random lottery card was awarded. It can range from silver to epic.)

Of course. The system responded like it knew what was in his mind.

"Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

The system ignored him.

(The host has obtained the Legendary Ability: Sonic Genesis. You can now write and produce legendary level music with ease.)

All his annoyance vanished.

This was exactly what he needed. With this, he could dominate the entertainment industry and stack up system points.

Things were finally coming together.

Well… except for one missing piece, fighting experience.

I’ll worry about that later, he thought, grinning. Everything was starting to align. He needed to grow stronger, maybe even become the strongest, save his father, and find out the truth about his mysterious mother.

He slept like a baby that night.

****

Morning came. Abel quickly got ready for school. He planned to sneak out during break and visit his new label. His teachers probably wouldn’t even notice he was gone.

Just as he stepped out of his room, his stomach grumbled.

Damn... I didn’t eat anything last night, he remembered. And now he was heading to school on an empty stomach.

He decided to swing by Uncle Farouk’s shop for steamed buns and soy milk.

"Smelly brat, where do you think you’re going?"

Abel smiled wryly and turned around. His landlady stood there in her night robe, buttons wide open. She wore a white singlet and bum shorts underneath. No bra. The shape of her chest was clearly visible.

Abel swallowed hard. This woman is dangerously curvy. He couldn’t help the thought.

She had a cigarette in one hand and a package wrapped in butcher paper in the other.

"I bet you haven’t eaten since yesterday, as usual," she said with a smirk.

"Are you picking on me?" Abel asked, slightly offended but his stomach growled again, selling him out.

"Here," she said, handing over the package. "I made too many sandwiches and couldn’t finish them. Figured I’d drop some off. There’s plenty of meat in it."

Abel felt warmth in his chest. His landlady was loud and fierce, but he knew she had a good heart.

"You’re so nice. I always knew your heart isn’t as foul as your mouth," he grinned, grabbing the package quickly before she could change her mind.

"Watch your mouth, brat. I’m only doing this so you don’t die on me. Who’s gonna pay all the rent you owe if you starve to death?"

Abel almost teared up. Why is her mouth so venomous?