Survival of a Loner DC

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Sniper Mastery Lv.2=>11

LFM Lv.7=>9

Longsword Mastery Lv.2=>5

Focus Lv.4=>6

Aiming Lv.8=>15

Stealth Lv.19=>20

Strategy Lv.1=>3

Meditation Lv.1=>4

+1 Wis

+2 Per

+2 Dex

Level Up x4

Lv.1=>5

+20 Status points

+2431 $ 

Lv.5 0/6000

New Title: Ghost(Your steps are followed by nothing but death, where your eyes lay upon nothing can grow and prosper, increases all Dex-based skills, reduces sound produced by your movements, death is aware of you)

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That's what I call a good grinding session, and even though I wanted to continue my grinding session, the notification warning me of the side effects of staying too long inside another dimension came in like a punch to my guts, reminding me that this wasn't my world.

So with a heavy heart, I return "home" to the reality I hate.

' OK Jack, let's focus on the real world, how do I kill Mario Falcone and destroy all of his world right in front of his eyes.'

The first step was to understand what exactly Mario Falcone did, what his piece of the underworld did, drugs, women, slaves, or assassinations, he had to do something, and I had to discover what that was and destroy it.

Once that happens his empire would begin to crumble, and even if assisted by his father, the way people look at him will start to worsen, and the image of the undefeatable Mafia boss would turn into nothing more than a Daddy's son clinging to his father's power.

Relaxing my fists to let the blood flow back to my white knuckles I try to remember what places other homeless people had told me to avoid because of high criminal rates... every part of Gotham has high criminal rates. Still, those areas are filled with even more criminals.

'There are the docks, The Tin Roof club, the Iceberg Longue, the rich part of Gotham, the Botanical Gardens, the Ace Chemicals, and Arkham, better known as Swiss cheese, cause the fucking building has let more people go than contained.

Among these the ones with less chance of killing me were the two clubs, I didn't even want to get in the proximity of the other buildings, I didn't have enough balls to face death, even more if it might be in the most cruel way possible.

Between the two clubs, the Tin Roof club was the quieter one, having fewer criminal activities and more people who wanted a fun time, on the other hand, the Iceberg lounge was just a cover for Penguin to deal with his dirty money.

Finally having my next objective I get up from the ground where I had sat, only now realizing something.

' I don't have any clean clothes.'

Mentally sighing I tried using ID creation to summon a mirrored dungeon, AND IT WORKED, this means that I can't stay in a specific dungeon for a prolonged time but I can stay in another dungeon without any problem.

Grinning from ear to ear I once again started my stealing spree, this time focusing on normal clothes, choosing between various casual ones and some more elegant you never know when they might become useful. (If you want to imagine how he looks, look at the cover)

Less than two hours later, I had changed the colour of my hair to brown(The ones that last until washed), was wearing green contact lenses, and had clothes baggy enough to not show any distinctive body parts, my hand wearing gloves just to be safe, and I was in line to get inside the club, only to remember that I can get inside with the mirror dungeon and then reappear in the bathroom, hoping to not disturb someone having sex.

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+1 Wis

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And so I did just that, easily getting inside, reappearing in the bathroom with the sound of heavy thumping on my side, and easily headed for the bar area of the club where I had a good view and knew who was wasted enough after drinking.

" Can I get you anything?" The bartender, a woman with short dark hair, sharp green eyes, thick lips, and a sensual body asked me after I sat on one of the stools.

I was pretty sure that if Gamer's Mind wasn't here I'd be turned on by the woman, don't get me wrong, I am turned on, but I surely won't turn into a blubbering mess unable to talk.

"No, I am waiting for someone," I told her while looking at various are of the club, ignoring the dance floor and being more focused on the VIP area, using Observe on anyone that catches my eye.

" Might it be a woman? Such a young and strong man surely has a line of them."

The words felt forced, maybe it was thanks to my enhanced perception, or thanks to Acting because no liar can lie to a liar, but the way she spoke was surely done to make others think of her as someone stupid, how do I get her off of me?

" You know, I think I will get something, a negroni."

The previous interested spark in her eyes vanished, and she began mixing the drink, while I glanced at her above then average movements, something no one untrained be able to do, even for a bartender she seemed way too skilled, to prove my thesis I gained a level in profiling.

While waiting for the drink, I finally caught something, after spamming Observe on so many different people, it had reached level 10, and I was able to see small descriptions of people I use Observe on, one of these people was Sergio Montale, a Mario Falcone's henchman.

" There." The woman said while placing the negroni in front of me.

I drank the cocktail in one big gulp, Gamer's mind nullifying the effect of the alcohol, and my vitality reducing the possible damage it could do to my body.

I left 20 dollars on the bar and disappeared on the crowd my eyes staring at Sergio, unknown to me the eyes of the woman still were pointed at my back, once again filled with intrest.