Immoral System

The system indifferently answered,

Sofony raised an eyebrow but didn"t reply. Instead, she reviewed the past records through the listening device, learning that they indeed met before the after-cla.s.s incident.

She continued watching the scene. The girl seemed to be pestering the boy for something, while the other was giving her annoyed looks. Wendy was the same though. If she guessed correctly, her friend wanted to apologize to the guy, but the other party was not forgiving. Or maybe there was just something they couldn"t agree upon. She couldn"t say for sure because she could only hear Wendy saying "You d.a.m.n bloke, just what the heck do I need to do, huh?"

Sofony"s hands waved lightly over the plates of food to shoo away the flies. Her eyes didn"t leave the two though, intending to watch how things would proceed between them. Or actually, she was just waiting for her friend to remember that she still existed, together with their food.

Then out of a sudden, she remembered something that she heard in the past, from a girl who used to be called Felicity.

"That girl, she got jealous because she saw them exiting my cafe once and thought there"s something going on between them. Still, she said it"s about time for her beloved to move on and hoped they can be together if Wendy is interested in him ."

"But is Wendy really interested in this guy?"

An awkward expression crossed her face.

"Ahm. Now that I think about it, maybe it"s a mistake on my part. I"ve been too agitated, a.s.suming that "doing her" is his intention. It can"t be helped though. It"s the way you said the details about his qualifying mission."

"...We can revive someone or go back to the past?" It was her first time hearing about it and she was really shocked.

Sofony put up a doubting expression because she had yet to see any item capable of that from the shop. If it was speaking the truth, either she had no access to it yet due to her level, or it was referring to a skill rewarded every time a host levels up. She couldn"t say for sure, that was why she probed again.

"What level do I have to reach in order to accomplish that?"

She gasped, at least, in her mind. Sofony was once again shocked, especially after realizing it would be a very tough challenge to reach that point. She couldn"t imagine what kind of person could actually reach that level. She hates to say this, but even a Level 2 host like her was already this horrible. What more of a Level 10 host? It would not be a surprise if that person has to destroy so many countries and ma.s.sacre millions of people.

She sighed and shook off the thoughts from her mind. Then she looked back at the two arguing students, her eyes stopping at the male one.

"If seriously considered, Chris is one who can even take out his own heart to offer to someone, as long as that someone is a person he really loves. If I forget his actions yesterday, then he"d be really an excellent boyfriend. He and Felicity would"ve been happy by now if only that b.a.s.t.a.r.d father of her didn"t do that to Felicity."

"Now, if my friend really wants to be with him, I won"t get in the way. The problem is, can Wendy make him love her? Wait, does Wendy even want him? Er, I seem to remember her saying she"ll only wed herself to a handsome billionaire detective. So maybe no?"

A couple of moments later, she decided to leave things to fate and call her friend back. Therefore she shouted, "Wendy! Come back here already! Let"s eat!"

Not long after, she almost laughed because before she went back to their table, Wendy said that she"d look for the guy again, and this made the guy choke on his food.

"Wow. If this goes on, then maybe they will really get together."

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The smell of gunpowder seemed to permeate in the air, causing a fat neatly dressed man to sweat heavily. Okay, it was actually not just this that almost drove him to kneel down and begged for forgiveness. It was actually the scarily cold face and temperature freezing aura of the man before him putting enormous pressure on his fat body.

The fatty, Gab Abenson, pleadingly looked at the girl leaning intimately to the man, as if she would be the only one who could help him in his awkward situation. "Mrs. Dawson-"

The girl addressed made an irritated expression and cut him off, "City mayor, why do you keep refusing us, huh? My honey here has always been providing you help. Your mayoral seat is thanks to him. So why can"t you return a simple favor? You didn"t even help us block the media! Just why are we still keeping you?! You useless piece of trash!"

Gab Abenson was taken aback, stunned silly by the equally cold glare from her.

Clarissa"s back was patted gently by Aljur Dawson, his cold eyes now with a hint of worry on it.

Yes, the pretty girl with beautiful long hair and bangs was Clarissa who had luckily survived the earlier explosion. After getting off the piles of rubbles and wreckage, she immediately healed herself and took refuge at her man"s place. She was very enraged by the kid so she used all her connections to find him. Attending cla.s.ses was nowhere as important.

She had already put the kid"s name and face in their mafia"s Red List, meaning their people must kill him on sight! The only problem was, they"ve been searching for hours but there was just no result! And she knew the d.a.m.n thing that kept giving them the headache was his teleport skill.

Now, she was asking the mayor to help in the search using his extensive political connections. She didn"t care if the mayor was burdened by the attacks from the Silvers or any other party. She badly wanted to avenge herself. And it could only be done by killing that brat! She was desperate to achieve this that all she could think of was mobilized the whole city in order to intensify the search!

This was why after being annoyed by the fat man"s refusal, she decided to just directly mind-control him. Then after making sure Gab got her intention this time, she and Aljur left.

It was past five pm when she arrived home. Aljur"s right-hand man intercepted them and handed her a package.

"This?" she asked after accepting the box.

"Sent by someone. I"m not sure." The tattooed man sweated a bit upon receiving his boss" icy glare. "Don"t worry, boss. I"m sure there"s no bomb or something there. It"s very light."

The boss" eyes were still icy, "What if the box itself contains gaseous poison? Or anything with a virus? Honey, just give have one of our men open it. Don"t do it yourself!"

"What"s in here?" Clarissa looked at him for a while then irritatedly asked the system, her brows furrowed. When it answered "a letter", her frown deepened but since she thought it should not be something dangerous, she started unwrapping it. When she finally managed to open the box, a sealed envelope was there.

"So it"s really just a letter? Hmm. Fine. But who sent it?"

Unfortunately, there was no sender name on the envelope itself. And so without removing the frown on her face, she opened it and unfolded the letter inside.

However, when she saw the childishly written words and drawings on it, she felt like regretting that she did.

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My Dear Clarissa:

Hi, I hope your day is as lovely as you are!

This is your most avid stalker! And I have a poem for you! Ahem, sorry if I just copied it somewhere. Okay, so here it goes.

You are the loveliest.

Because.

"You have a face for radio.

A voice for newspapers.

A brain for dissection.

And a body for donation~"

Oops, the first line is false, like I"ve said before, you"re probably the prettiest human being on earth. Hahahaha. But the last line is my point. As proof of my love for you, I would like to suggest that you become an organ donor once you die because I"d hate for your life to be a total waste. Hahahahaha! This is my sincerity!

Alright, I"m just trying to be funny. That"s all. Oops, that"s a lie. I mean, the "that"s all" part. Actually, I wrote this because I know you"re currently combing the city to find me. But sorry. A good stalker is someone whom no one can discover. Good luck in your attempts! Hahahaha!!!

By the way, I also know that you"re currently picking a fight with another host. She"s also a beauty but no worries, you"re more beautiful than her, that"s why I became your stalker. It"s just sad that you"re weaker than her in terms of skills because you"re just a secondary host. But I think you"d still do well. After all, your moral barrier is nonexistent, like me, unlike her. Hahahaha.

Anyway, these are all I want to say~ I"d regularly send you lots of love letters like this. Treasure it okay?

- Your Greatest Stalker
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