"Yuvia!" Solomon's ears picked up the sound of the person calling him—it was obviously his sister.
Something must have happened. His thoughts ran fast—he should go save his sister.
Solomon tried to get up from the gambling table. The leader took that as Solomon being rude to him.
His face formed a tight frown and he said to Solomon, "Kid, do you know who you are messing with? Sit down and play dice with us."
Solomon's brows furrowed, studying the casino leader.
Yuvia was in trouble. He needed to go to her, and the gambling leader here was trouble. How could he leave him without any fight—simply just go and save his sister?
"Sir, excuse me. I need to go to the restroom. All of a sudden I feel like peeing," Solomon laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. The gambling leader looked at Solomon suspiciously before he permitted him to leave.
Solomon took a huge breath. Thank God he had thought fast and come up with the excuse. Now it was time to save Yuvia.
At that moment,
the system rank:
[ $200 cashback earned for host outsmarting the casino leader ]
So the system could still work even if it was in sleeping mode.
What!!! The system speaking now reminded Solomon of the pending mission on his neck.
Who could start up a business within two days and make a billion overnight from it?
Like a fast cooker exploding from too much fast inflation, Solomon's mind boiled—about to explode.
He feels the system was tired of him. The guy was never his friend in the first place but a villain. The system should name itself the SSS-RANK Anti-Billionaire Cashback System because that suits it very much right now.
Solomon had reached the door to where the noise was coming from. It was exactly this place that Yuvia said she would deliver the last order to a wealthy customer.
The voice had reached him no matter how much the distance was.
"Yuvia," Solomon frowned, then kicked the door with his leg,
with extra force beyond an average man that sent the door cracking open, with Solomon bursting in.
A man was forcing himself on top of a woman wearing a bunny outfit, and several men sat around in black suits enjoying the scene. It was the scene that welcomed Solomon—a vein bulged on Solomon's forehead.
This disgusting creep.
His presence had become noticed by these men.
Before they had time to react, Solomon ran to drag the man away from his sister, giving him a kick in his fat belly.
Yuvia rose from the seat anxiously, hugging Solomon.
"Brother, let's run away from here.
These men—they are A-Class. Let's go. It won't be good for us to stay here anymore."
Everything happened fast. Time ran quick. Solomon held Yuvia's hand, wanting to escape from the place, but turning to the door, there were several men pointing guns at them.
Solomon furrowed his brow. It was a difficult situation. Was this his end? What is this? All these men had their guns loaded.
The wealthy man who Solomon had been kicked rose from the floor with a tight frown, then burst into laughter looking at Solomon.
"Dirty rat from the slums, you dare hit me?"
The man got closer to Solomon and then paused for a beat—and his grin turned wickeder.
"So you are a system user. You have rich soil coin in you," the man said.
Solomon's eyes trembled. This man was a default system user.
Trouble! The first default he met could mutate, and now this one has come. Hopefully it doesn't know how to mutate.
Solomon took a deep breath. He paused for a moment to think—fast but not slow.
Guns pointed at him—a default user who could evolve at any time and rip his head off together with his sister.
Dead end. He was gonna die here. There was no way out.
[New Mission Alert:
Defeat the default user and all his soul coins are yours.
His soul coin = real money
Mission Risk: Level A – High Risk
The host is gifted with a card as a tool for this mission.]
Strings of exclamation marks appeared on Solomon's forehead. The system had appeared on time, but this mission was hard.
The system wasn't taking all the soul coins this time around because there were slim chances of him getting it.
Solomon's eye twitched. Damn the system—he would seek revenge one day.
He had the free will to be pissed at this current situation.
What could a person do with cards? What could he do with it? Solomon thought for a moment.
Were these cards ordinary? Could they be used as a weapon?
Solomon looked at the system screen to look at the card, and though it was ordinary-looking,
the card appeared in his hand where no one noticed.
He felt the card at the base of his fingers—it suddenly cut him.
Him! And it had happened with 0.2-second speed.
Wait—Solomon's mind stopped. The card could injure his palm.
It was not a sharp object, but it could hurt him, and it happened fast.
Solomon tried to hurt his finger intentionally this time with the card, but nothing happened.
Why couldn't it cut him this time around? As Solomon stooped to think,
he repeated the action fast this time around—and the card cut his palm so badly he almost screamed.
That was it.
How to get these guys off his back—and attack.
"Is that an elephant on the roof?" Solomon seriously said, pointing.
All the men looked up at the rooftop.
Solomon saw the opportunity and swung his hand fast, sending the cards targeting the men's necks. Swing!
Tsssk—the sound came with the card entering into the men's necks.
All nine men down.
A brief wind at the back of his neck, Solomon instinctively lowered his neck and dodged the attack that was coming his way.
The A-Class default user was not a victim to this. He had escaped with a single miss of the card that didn't cut his neck.
"Yuvia, hide in the corner," Solomon said to his sister, who had been clinging to him all along.
Yuvia nodded, then proceeded to run and hide behind a chair.
"Boy, I'm gonna get your soul coin—more money, more power for me!"
Laughing menacingly, the man's arms morphed into huge spiky wood.
Huh? What sort of mutation is this?
Solomon observed with narrowed eyes
before making a backflip, dodging the huge arm that was coming at him.
Stable on the ground, Solomon picked two cards from the ground.
This can be helpful.
"Boy, let me punch you and get your soul coin."
The default user screamed, clapping his woody, spiny hands together.
The sound echoed in the room.
At that point, beads of sweat had formed on Solomon's forehead.
Okay, his brain was empty with no way of strategizing against this man right now. What to do?
Fast. Heavy. Bloody—the default user's attack could be.
He's got cards. Can these cards work against this person?
Try attacking the hand with the card at equal fast speed and see what happens. If it works, good. If it doesn't—Plan B would be best, but PS: Plan B is unavailable.
Now—
Provoke the default user. Get him working with rage and give him a style that he doesn't see coming. Solomon calculated before grinning.
"Hey fatty, you look so ugly—even your evolved form is disgusting. Hide that thing you wish to put inside my sister—it's more disgusting. I bet it's the size of a broomstick!"
Solomon said, and grinned. The default user stared at him with bloodshot, dead eyes—and Solomon was sure that he had succeeded in pissing him off.
Yes, that's it. This was what he wanted.