Frizz observed the crying employee, begging for mercy despite him not having any killing intent. He wanted to instill some hard lessons in her but eventually relented since she was new.
"Alright, it wouldn't be fair to punish you. Who is the owner of this call center? The boss?"
"They're not here. They're in Singapore."
"I see." Frizz sighed.
"Who is the second-highest authority here then?"
[Venomous Presence] perk is active.
(Shit! No!) Frizz cursed as the young agent's eyes turned red while her nose bled. Her vision blurred while she felt intense pressure on her stomach.
The young agent collapsed, barely looking upward as Frizz extended a hand, trying to heal and detoxify.
The young agent's face lightened as the venom slowly dissipated. As her body healed, the feeling of dread intensified. The man in front of her was something alien, something terrifyingly bizarre.
"T-the a-acting manager? H-he's on the fourth floor, attending a m-m-meeting."
The answer satisfied Frizz, who nodded in agreement and then quickly motioned for the agent to leave. Without any pause, the agent fled the scene, bumping into a desk.
Frizz worryingly observed her as she fled while walking towards the stairs since the elevator was occupied. He arrived at the fourth floor, spotting an office covered with frosted glass at the end of a hallway.
Behind the translucent glass were quick shuffling movements. Frizz smiled at the opportunity, he half expected them to evacuate earlier, during his rampage.
*Whack!* Frizz kicked down the door, shocking the three people inside the small office.
The office was quaint and air-cooled, and three expensive laptops were displayed on the desk. A small hairy cat, resting on a soft purple pillow was on alert.
Frizz raised a brow, he half expected the upper management to be more criminal-looking. (They all look like you're average Joe. This is hard.)
(The people that I've beaten in the past, even those drunkards at the bar, looked like thugs.)
(Here... they look like people you won't expect to be criminals. All plaid shirts and jeans.)
"What's up?" Frizz mockingly greeted. "Who here is the acting manager?"
'....' Not a single sound escaped the three terrified men but two of them glanced at the person on the far left.
(Bingo...) Frizz thought, smirking.
Frizz approached the terrified acting manager who kept glancing at a small drawer. Their person quaked in anticipation, looking for an opportunity.
(It's a gun.) Frizz guessed.
"Surely, you've seen me going ham below and also heading here. Why didn't you pick it up earlier?"
Frizz teasingly asked, half-serious.
*Wail!* A distant wail howled, the authorities have arrived. The acting manager and the two other people smiled in relief, a heavy weight dropping on their chest.
Frizz smirked, swinging the baseball bat and destroying the three expensive laptops in a single powerful swing. Surprising the cowering three.
Feeling that the time was running out, Frizz hastily followed another swing at the acting manager's thigh. A loud crack boomed throughout the room, causing him and the other two people in the room to gasp.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" The acting manager screamed in complete agony. Frizz could see the bone almost breaking the skin, protruding into their thighs.
(Shit! I made sure to even hold back!) A momentary guilt pooled but eventually faded. Noting that they deserve every single pain for the people they've scammed and fooled.
"Please, don't hurt us!"
"Take whatever you want, please!"
"I have a daughter, please, I have a daughter."
Frizz darted his attention to the two, recognizing them as team leaders.
Middle management. People in charge of several agents, motivating them to reach the weekly quota and goals. (Just as guilty, just as dirty.)
Frizz's eye twitched, hearing a lame pathetic excuse. "A daughter? You're setting a horrible example, you fucking re*****d scammer piece of crap!" *Whack!* *Whack!*
His strikes were enough to send them reeling to the floor. The two have never felt that amount of pain before, sending them on a spasming trip.
"You three and some of your brave agents below are lucky that I didn't activate my new passives." Frizz declared but noted that they were in a lot of pain to pay attention.
He then hastily opened the desk drawers, spotting several named brown envelopes.
"Wages!" He correctly guessed since Mr. Sim handed out the bi-weekly wage via a folded envelope.
"It's not wage theft if the money was stolen from the start!" Frizz excused, though he felt a slight pang on his chest. The idea of stealing wages, despite originating from scammed money, was rather morally difficult.
He hastily grabbed the enveloped wages, chucking them at his inventory. A small smile formed while the screeching agonies of the victims continued.
(I've done some small research.) Frizz mused, destroying the surveillance monitors and the chassis below. Forcefully ejecting the storage drives and stomping them.
(The usual wage in InfiniWorks was around seventeen thousand pesos. The total amount of envelopes was eighteen, so that should be three hundred six and thousand pesos and I should've around two hundred thousand pesos back home.)
Frizz calculated, exiting the small office by breaking a window. Heading towards the building's roof. He glanced behind, smiling that no one spotted him.
He landed on the roof, breathing hard. (That means, I have more than five hundred thousand pesos.) He mulled, furrowing his brows.
"What am I even going to do with that amount of money? I've barely spent some."
Frizz's expression slightly soured. "I don't need the money but why do I always have this compelling instinct to loot."
He paused, considering something. "An expensive phone would be nice. It's about time."
[System]
New Name is now level 24.
Fighter skill upgrade:
Description:A passive skill. Each melee or unarmed hit will severely slow the target, stacking up to 3 times.
"Oh? I don't think I've done a lot of beating but a level up is a level up I guess."
He added before leaping and soaring straight to the sky, producing a boom and surprising the curious and unaware crowd below.
One hour later...
Frizz arrived home, somewhat exhausted. He cracked his neck and stretched his back while heading to his room.
"System."
[System]
Name: New Name
Level: 24
Experience: 140/1800
Health: 84/84 (+23) [SL+2] [IF+9] [HM✬+12]
Mana: 81/81
Fatigue: 18/100 (peak)
Class: [Fighter]
Subclass: [White Knight]*
⬬ [Prowess Minimized] … >>
Perks: [Serene Life], [Righteous Fury], [Gluttonous Approach], [Telekinetic Bulwark II], [Mark of Decrepitude], [Iron Frame II], [Adaptive Predator], [Survivor], [Soothing Touch II], [Venomous Presence], [Wind Dash], [Friendliness], [System Inventory], [Cleaner], [✬Efficient Recovery II✬], [✬Single Minded Fool II✬], [✬Unique Battle Sense II✬], [✬All About Me II✬], … >>
Talents: 『Icarus』, 『Borrowed Time』, 『Intuitive Proficiency』, 『Boundless Chance』
"That's good to see but it's getting harder to keep track of what I have lately. In a fight, I don't think I can use them all effectively, especially my skills..."
Frizz turned on his computer, sat on a chair, and opened Fishbook. (It's been quite some time, I wonder what they're doing.)
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gojosatorz: any litters? I really want a cat, a new kitty.
axejuggernaut: some stray dog here gave birth, i don't want more strays. If you want, I can steal one for you.
gojosatorz: i don't like dogs and even if i do, i don't think stealing from a mother dog is acceptable.
angrypuppies777: i agree, don't steal the puppies
sexretiveplotter: @gojosatorz who would've guessed, local racist has a heart
frizzsoda: hey guys, where's sigma balls? I want to ask him some questions. @sigmaballs1999
angrypuppies777:he hasn't been active for some time. Last I heard, he saw something interesting.
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Frizz wasn't physically exhausted but the flying has somewhat lost its charm. Not providing an enough amount of joy like it used to. *Plump!*
He collapsed to the bed, colliding with the plump covers. There was a person beneath the blanket. In an instant, he snapped back and raised his arms, full combat mode.
"What the fuck!?" He shouted, snapping in surprise.
The person beneath the covers shuffled and then revealed themselves. It was a woman, dressed in a loose and wide sleeveless shirt.
"Y-you!? What are you doing here Divine? Wearing my shirt!?" Frizz shouted, realizing something.
"Did anyone see you!?" He added, hastily closing the curtains and locking the door.
"Kyaa! ~~" Divine teasingly squealed.
"W-what are you doing!? Kyaa!~~"
"Are you re*****d!?"
Divine Hesoyam Rosa smiled, chuckling as she stretched. Her bosom was bare, no upper undergarments other than the loose sleeveless shirt.
The sight was visually stimulating. "I apologize. Hei wanted me to accompany you."
Divine fixed her hair. "It was supposed to be Nathaniel but considering his past with that guy. It would be easier if he wasn't here."
"You pissed off some very powerful people. I have to say. We're trying to keep a low profile but you just can't help being a hero, huh?"
Frizz kept silent, still glaring at her.
Divine smiled. "That's what I like about you. All action, no need for considerations. Live the moment!"
"I'm partly here to protect you but mostly to help you level up." She said, holding a larger-than-usual experience shard.
Divine leaned, showing her cleavage and barely hiding her inner bosom. "Interested?"