The System's Hold Over Me

Frizz frisked the guard's body for any valuables. He looted an M1911 pistol, a wallet, and two magazines. Opening the wallet, he pocketed the cash without bothering to count it. He holstered the gun on his belt and slipped the magazines into his back pocket.

Crouching, Frizz approached the door and heard someone talking behind it. (I could bust this door down and knock him out, or I could knock and take him out the moment he opens it.)

"Best not to make a noise." Frizz opted for the silent approach.

Frizz knocked on the door and waited for it to open, his left hand already forming a fist and ready to uppercut anyone who opened the door. *Clack* "Hmm?" The moment he saw the chin of the figure, he immediately launched a punch at it.

"Gugh!" The man winced as he almost fell to the floor, with Frizz barely catching him on time by clinging to his shirt and stepping on his foot. He gently put down the dazed man then punched him again and frisked him.

"This guy only has a wallet, not even a phone," Frizz muttered, pocketing the money and discarding the wallet.

[System]

Enemy defeated, gained 20 experience.

"Turn off notifications for any experience gained, now." Frizz, grumbled.

He noticed a small plastic bag in the man's back pocket, no bigger than a finger, and pulled it out. "Is this salt? Or sugar?" He squinted at it, confused. "Looks like shards of glass or something." Just as he was about to toss it, he realized what it was.

"Wait, this is meth!" He hastily flicked it away.

As soon as he said that, a loud noise from upstairs boomed. Frizz could hear someone talking upstairs, someone angry. He slowly went up the stairs, peeked through a slightly opened door, and spotted a lone figure.

"That's Baron; I know that face."

In the room, Baron paced, looking frustrated and agitated. "I delivered you roughly two kilos. Why are you telling me you can't send my payment?" Frizz listened closely. "Look, dude, from one former childhood friend to another, I don't hate you, and I don't even blame you for skimming off the top. But what I can't stand is you always paying me late!" Baron ranted as he ended the call.

Frizz turned around, down on the ground floor. The guy that he knocked out earlier was moving and slowly regaining consciousness. "I don't have enough time." he declared.

Frizz barged into the room, startling Baron. "Who are you?" Baron asked in surprise as his eyes darted to the baseball bat propped on his bed.

Frizz swiftly charged at Baron, startling him even more as he tried to reach for his baseball but he was a second too late, his left temple was punched by Frizz causing him to recoil and hit his head on the wall, knocking him cold.

Frizz turned to the nightstand, where several rolled bills rested. He grabbed a sling bag from the bed and stuffed it full of cash. Opening the nightstand, he found even more money and continued filling the sling bag. "This should be enough," he murmured. Just as he was about to leave, his eyes fell on the baseball bat.

"Oh yeah, he used to play. I remember." Frizz grabbed the baseball bat.

"Hey, you! Fucking stop right there!" Frizz spun toward the door and saw the two men he'd knocked out earlier, now wide awake with bruises on their faces and both of them brandishing knives.

[System]

[Reckless Approach] activated.

"Shit! I thought I turned that off!" Frizz swore at the accidental activation of his perk!

He looked at the two men, ready to lunge at him. (I shouldn't hurt them too much; no one deserves to have their bones broken.) As Frizz prepares to fight them, a realization hits him. (Wait, I have telekinesis.) 

Frizz held out his right hand, forming a finger gun, surprising the two as they were about to charge at him Multiple items and furniture levitated in the air, putting shock and fear in their faces. They couldn't believe what they were seeing, the one on the left was prepared to run.

"Bang!"

The nightstand, vase, broom, television, computer monitor, and various small items hurtled toward them at great speed, striking them all over. The force sent them crashing into the wooden railing, which splintered as they fell to the ground floor below.

"Shit!" Frizz exclaimed.

He hastily ran downstairs and found the two men groaning in pain, amongst the shattered remains of a table. Seeing them partly fine gave him a sigh of relief, he didn't want to severely injure anyone. Suddenly a heavy feeling hit him like a truck, causing him to slow down. (Reckless approach! It's the penalty!) Frizz forced himself to run despite the penalty, passing by the four loud drunkards he encountered earlier, not even noticing him.

*Huff* *Huff* Frizz stopped and put his hands on his knees, breathing hard, as he made a considerable distance. He looked back and could see that no one was following him. He could also feel that the penalty effects of reckless approach have subsided. He took off his long-sleeved shirt and put it inside the compartment of his electric-bike, along with the pistol, the magazines, and the sling bag with money inside it. *Huff* *Huff* "I need to make sure to turn that off." He said as he pedaled away as fast as he could while throttling his electric bike to the maximum.

[System]

New Name is now level 5.

Select a perk: [Peak Physicality] [Efficient Spellcaster] [Enhanced Strength] [Sturdy Bones]

The system appeared in front of Frizz but paid it no mind, leaving the area as soon as possible was of utmost priority thus he focused on the road. He grinned as he breathed through his teeth. He can't believe that he got away and was richer for it. "Woah!" he shouted, feeling alive.

Three minutes later...

"Seems far enough," Frizz muttered as he looked behind him and chuckled. He turned forward and he was just a minute away from the convenience store that he works at. "System, give me peak physicality." He ordered.

[System]

New name received [Peak Physicality]

Displaying descriptions: The perk-user's body is now moderately closer to peak physicality, and thus all physical aspects are improved.

"System, status!"

[System]

Name: New Name

Level: 5

Experience: 10/130

Health: 30/30 (+14) [IGF+2] [DL+2] [AA+4] [PP+6]

Mana: 27/27 (+2) [DL+2]

Fatigue: 30/100 (nigh-peak)

Class: None

Physical Prowess = (high above average human)

Magical Prowess = (average human)

Mental Prowess = (below average human)

Telekinetic Prowess = (novice)

Perks: [In Good Faith], [Daily Life], [Enraged], [Reckless Approach], [Gluttonous Approach], [Telekinesis], [Alcoholic Prowess], [Peak Physicality]

Talents: None

"Wow... Look at those new stats," Frizz muttered, in awe of the system in front of him. "The more I level up, the more it gets refined? Is that it?" He asked himself. He noticed the mental prowess stat and his brows furrowed as he read it.

"Why is my mental prowess so low?" He asked. "I'm smart though." He shrugged it off, paying it no mind for now as he headed for the convenience store.