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(Marcus POV)
So now I am in one of the corridors of the school with a hot milf teacher with red hair showing me around.
While she was explaining the school's layout, I took the opportunity to read her Info panel:
Name: Kyoko Hayashi
Age: 30
Boobs size: D-cup
Survival level: 2/10 (Tier 1)
Survival abilities: 2 - (Mathematician), (Resource Management)
Description: Kyoko is a math teacher who is deeply unsatisfied with her life. After the teacher Shido attempted to assault her and she managed to escape, he spread countless rumors about her being involved in a relationship with a student. Though she never did anything, her reputation was shattered, and now Shido holds leverage over her.
"Hmm, so this is the info I have on her? Not much, but very useful. If I can analyze people with shady backgrounds, I could use this ability to investigate threats before they become problems," I thought as Kyoko continued explaining the school rules.
Suddenly, she stopped talking and walking. That was when I saw him—Koichi Shido. He started spouting nonsense, but I ignored him and instead took a peek at his stats and info.
Name: Koichi Shido
Age: 28
Survival level: 1/10 (Tier 1)
Survival abilities: 1 - (Charisma)
Description: Koichi Shido is the son of a powerful politician. He has committed numerous assaults within the school but has never been caught due to his father's influence. Rei Miyamoto and Kyoko Hayashi were two of his unsuccessful victims.
"Hah, he's just a coward hiding behind his father. Alright, let's scare him a little," I thought, a smirk forming on my face. Then I decided to put on a little show.
"Hey, you pussy, stop harassing Hayashi-sensei."
"And who do you think you are to speak to me like that, boy? I am a teach—"
"You are an idiot who hides behind his father when things don't go your way. I know exactly who you are, Koichi Shido."
"Ho? So you know that your life is ru—"
"Stop speaking nonsense." Cutting him off, I took a step closer and whispered, "I am a military student in an exchange program here. What do you think will happen when your father finds out you insulted the Brazilian military? Or when my friends in the Yakuza decide you're a problem? What do you think they would do to you?"
His face drained of color. Ahhh, it's so satisfying to make people understand their place. But this is only the beginning—I'll make him suffer much more.
"Now get lost, worm."
He stormed off, seething in anger and fear, while Kyoko looked at me with admiration, almost like I was some knight in shining armor.
She stepped closer. "Hey, Di Bal—"
"Marco."
"Huh?"
"You can call me Marcus. It's weird in my culture for you to use my surname when my father is also Mr. Di Balla."
"Very well… thank you, Marcus-kun. It's comforting to know he will stop bothering me for a while."
Well, I did it for myself, but if she liked it, who am I to argue.
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After some time, we finished the tour. Her mood had improved significantly. However, now I really needed to make those Yakuza connections. After all, I was just a student from a military school in Brazil—I had no legal way of acquiring a firearm here. But that could be arranged.
We said our goodbyes, and I headed home.
My house was good—bigger than I expected. For some reason, it had a front gate, two floors, a storage room, and concrete walls. Judging by the looks I got from passersby, it seemed uncommon to have a gated property like this in Japan.
Once inside, a thought crossed my mind—why not use my ability on myself?
The panel appeared before me.
Name: Marcus Di Balla
Age: 18
Survival level: 8/10 (Tier 1)
Survival abilities: 8 - (Charisma), (Tech Abilities), (Gunsmith), (Martial Artist), (Bullseye), (Sexologist), (Squirt Maker), (Fecund)
Description: Marcus is a Brazilian-Italian young adult. He studied in a military school for most of his life. His parents aren't dead, but due to his school's demanding schedule, he rarely saw them. Because of this, he became highly independent, learning all the skills he needed for survival on his own.
After reading my stats and info, several questions popped into my head. First, why the hell do I have sex abilities? I have no memories related to that. Second, if there are tiers, that means I can likely evolve. Third, no wonder my relationship with my parents isn't great—I don't even know what they do for work…
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(3rd POV)
After reading his information, Marcus took a long shower before diving into some "business negotiations." Using his tech abilities, he reached out to contacts in the black market to arrange some deals with the shadier figures of Tokyo. You know, for security reasons…
After drying off, he checked his phone. "Huh, the Yakuza guy wants to meet tomorrow morning? Crazy bastard. Well, let's do it. This could be the start of something useful."
And Shido? Oh, that bastard was going to suffer.
"What kind of guns do I want? Let's think a bit… Well, I'm Brazilian. Nothing better than a .38 Revolver Taurus RT 838 SPL. Let's get two of them—I can modify them later. Alright, order placed. Now let's see where the hell they're getting these for tomorrow."
He grinned to himself.
"Now, let's make some money…"
After all, money can buy almost everything.
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