The System's Hold Over Me

Frizz took a deep breath. "It's now or never." He concluded that as long as he acts natural and calm, they won't suspect a thing. He has already prepared a lie to help him escape this situation, saying that he didn't know anything about the baseball bat and that it had just been dropped by someone speeding on the road.

Earlier, Frizz thought of leaving without his electric-bike. He considered the option but Baron and his men might force themselves on the electric-bike and they might discover the stolen gun and money inside the compartment. It was a horrible idea to leave it, he concluded. It wouldn't take them long to then figure out who the owner of the bike was and track him down.

"The time is now." Frizz stood up from his seat, dusted off his jacket, and put a blank smile on his face as he moved closer to the two men.

"Excuse me," Frizz said as he moved past the two.

"Wait, we want to ask something." One of the henchmen queried. "Do you own this vehicle?"

"Yes, I own this electronic-bike why?" Frizz kept his nerves, trying to act natural.

"We found a bat propped on that wall over there, near your bike, do you happen to know who placed it there?"

Frizz silently exhaled and looked blank. "Of course, it was me. I was planning to take it back home. I found it."

The two men were surprised by the answer and pressed for more information. "What? Where'd you find it?" Frizz looked at the road and recalled the lie he planned earlier.

"Someone dropped it on their motorbike as they rushed through the road. They didn't go back for it, so I might as well keep it." Frizz answered causing the two men to glance at each other, they didn't know if it was true or not.

"What was the color of the motorbike?" A voice forced themselves on the conversation. They all looked back and it was Baron with an annoyed look on his face and his bat rested on his shoulder.

"What was the color of the motorbike," Baron asked in a soft but demanding tone.

Frizz paused for a moment, calmed his nerves, and tried to sound as neutral as possible. "It was black and orange."

Baron's face instantly morphed into shock, the answer seemed to surprise him and his two henchmen.

"Anyways, that's all I know. I have to go." Frizz mounted his electric-bike and pedaled away from Baron and his men.

"Tell everyone to gather around, we have something to discuss." One of his men nodded and called the others. One by one they all came and gathered at Baron. "What's our next move, Baron?"

Baron couldn't believe what he had heard, a black and orange motorbike, there's only one person that he knows that fits the description. It's not from Lim's group but they work for him from time to time.

"It's confirmed, this is a deliberate attack by Lim's group," Baron said with an aggrieved look.

Most of his men gasped and chattered among themselves, surprise then turned into anger. "This is a damn war now, and they've asked for it." One of his men rallied.

In some distance, Frizz had a huge smile on his face as he pedaled his electric-bike. He didn't expect to get out of that situation that easily. He laughed as he continued on the road.

"Boy, why didn't I think of that earlier."

[System]

Successfully evaded an encounter

Rewards: Enough experience to advance.

New Name is now level 6

Select a perk: [Force Field] [Spatial Inventory] [Deadly Bites] [Thermal Vision]

"A reward and I didn't even have to fight, wow!" Frizz stopped on the sidewalk, still mounted on his electric-bike. He looked and read at his choices, noting that they weren't bad this time around. He felt like he had to make the right choice this time, to make sure he didn't regret the perk he chose.

"Spatial inventory has the most utility no doubt." He muttered to himself as he imagined no longer carrying a bag and anything cumbersome with him if he picked this perk. He shook his head, he had to consider the other options.

"Force field is the best perk here when it comes to combat." He sighed, it was hard to pick between the two.

Two minutes later...

Having had enough of the impasse, he cleared his head and made a clear verdict. "Enough deliberation, I choose force field."

(Maybe, if lucky, the spatial inventory perk will be rolled again the next time I level up.)

[System]

New Name received [Force Field]

Displaying descriptions: Creates a force field around the perk-user's body, shielding them from damage. Once the threshold is met and the force field breaks, it will take an hour to regenerate.

Frizz rubbed his chin as he read the description. "I knew it. This perk is really useful, I won't have to worry about any physical attacks for a bit." He muttered to himself as he wiped the sweat off his brows.

Frizz held out both his hands and scrutinized it, he looked at his belly, legs, and shoulders. He looked for any signs of his force field but found none.

"Is it invisible?" He asked himself.

Frizz held out his left hand and made a single rock float with his telekinesis. He held his breath and properly positioned the rock, aimed at his chest. He took a deep breath and flung the rock at his chest. *Thud*

The rock bounced after the impact, Frizz could feel the rock hitting him but it neither hurt nor flinched him. "Hahahahaha..." He quietly laughed, his force field had protected him.

"I just wish I knew the exact threshold, the description is a bit vague about it," Frizz whispered to himself, noting that it would've been nice to know the exact threshold.

Ten minutes later...

Frizz arrived at his house and unlocked the gate. He checked his watch and the time was now 2:58 pm. He dismounted his electric-bike and parked it inside. His legs slightly wobbled as he entered his house.

(I feel doozy and sleepy from the alcohol, I need to get some shut-eye.) He opened the refrigerator, drank some cold water, and then headed to his room upstairs. He used telekinesis to rotate the knob to open the door. (Really useful). He took off his jacket and crashed down on his bed.

"I need to sleep..." Frizz closed his eyes then he remembered the contents of his electric-bike's compartment.

He instantly opened his eyes. "Shit, I still have a pistol in the compartment. I should hide that." He hastily ran downstairs and headed straight to his electric-bike's compartment and opened it.

"Where the hell should I hide this now? In my room?" Frizz hid the gun under his shirt along with the magazines, bit on the sling bag then rushed to his room. He hid the pistol and its magazines under the bed foam and tossed the sling bag on his bed.

"That will do for now. I don't like the idea of having a gun though." He mulled.

He scratched his head. "I don't even have a gun license."

Frizz turned his eyes at the sling bag that he filled with money. "Now, let's see how much I got." He opened the sling bag, emptied the contents, and started to count. "One thousand and...."

Two minutes later...

"Thirteen thousand..." Frizz said with a shaky voice, he never held this amount of money before. He took out the piggy bank in his drawer and put the money inside.

Frizz yawned, he was exhausted. "Now, I have to sleep. I have a big day ahead of me."