16 Being an internet troll, it's just... a part-time job.

*Ding*

<Firis has joined your harem>

<Firis's "love" parameter has overflowed, Firis has unlocked the "obsession" parameter>

<Obsession parameter increasing...Firis's "obsession" parameter increased to the maximum: 999>

<Even if you reincarnate, Firis's soul will follow you...>

<You have successfully copied Firis's bow skills>

<You have successfully impregnated Firis... three daughters on the way>

<Current number of pregnant elves: 2 --> 3>

< You have leveled up: 50 ---> 55 >

< +50 Free Stat Points >

<You got laptop>

< Do... >

.....

'...'

After finishing my little talk with Firis, I checked all the messages.

What's this?

'...'

Didn't I just get a stalker for eternity? Although the obsession parameter was worrying, it was not the most exaggerated...

Triplets, really?! This is a bit exaggerated... Don't tell me that quintuplets will follow later...

At this rate Alfheim won't have enough room for everyone. Maybe... I should control this a bit... just maybe.

Waiting...

All Elves won't think about getting pregnant every year, right?

Thinking of that small possibility... that small but dangerous possibility... I don't know how to react.

Wait another minute...

The quest also said about restoring the Holy Tree and planting another Holy Tree... so elves will continue to be born even if I don't intervene.

There's no use stressing about it... better think about it in a year.

...

I adjust my posture and take out the laptop I got.

< [Unconventional laptop] >

< The will of the [Keyboard System] and [Lustful Leveling System] have influenced the creation of this artifact, the function of this item is very simple: trolling strangers >

< Unique Feature: Internet connection available anywhere, can't be traced, can be upgraded, recharges with mana >

.....

'...'

Becoming an internet troll... really?

What I hate most before I die are internet trolls, those little creatures with a lot of free time, so despicable. Even if you destroy one, another will come out to defend it... and worst of all, they multiply like rabbits. You can find them in random discussions, spreading false information and even some were talented and knew how to hack information.

So... I have to become what I hate the most.

*Sigh*

If you can not beat them join them.

Time to farm some rage points.

The laptop appeared in my hands. Its size larger than normal, normal design and black. Looking at it closely it could be mistaken for an office computer, but its weight was an indicator of its components. A mouse that fit perfectly in my hand appeared as well.

< Enter your name by which you want to be recognized >

'...'

The worst thing you can do on the internet is enter your real information.

Hmm, at least I'll use the alias I used before I died.

< You entered the name: Xavier >

< In other worlds you will be recognized under the alias: "Xavier" >

< Good luck >

...

Well... now what's next.

Should I troll on the internet? ...no...it's very slow and a lot of times you can be ignored and it wouldn't get enough rage points.

Video game?

Hacks?

trolling?

Why not everything?

The worst combination you could find in video games, but this time it's perfect for me.

Now... which video game should I play?

maybe lol?

People get annoyed easily in League of Legends.

Valorant?

Dota2?

Overwatch?

COD?

CS:GO?

fortnite?

Minecraft?

PUBG?

wow?

GTA?

Why not all?

And so began my noble work... becoming the most despicable person... at least on the internet.

The rage points weren't going to earn themselves.

.....

Without realizing it, the name Xavier quickly spread through several worlds where the force is mediated through video games... thus forming the beginning of a despicable legend that would be sought after unattainably.

The legend started in a game called LoL, then it infected other communities, even the recently created games were not saved... but everything got worse when these worlds created virtual reality, it somehow became a 1vs multiworld hunt .

Of course the person who called Xavier didn't realize this until a while later, even if he knew it he probably wouldn't mind and it would even make him very happy.

In fact the person named Xavier did not live in any of these worlds where he was hated, if the people who searched for him knew it, they would vomit blood and die a thousand times.

The leaders and people of these worlds thought that Xavier had a deep grudge... if only they knew he did it because it was his part-time job...

But that would be a story for another time... a very peculiar story that deserved to be told and heard... but it wasn't time yet.

.....

So the light of dawn entered through the window.

Several hours had passed so it was natural for it to happen.

Firis got up a long time ago even she was helping me trolling strangers... I must say she had a lot of talent for this... too much for her own good I would say. Once in a while she would mutter things like "kill my enemies" and her smile would get a little lopsided... yeah... something normal... I hope so.

Check the notifications I received.

...

<Successfully trolled PlayerRandom, +1000 rage points >

<Successfully trolled PlayerB, +1024 rage points >

<Successfully trolled Faker, +500 rage points >

<Successfully trolled NTRenjoyer, +900 rage points>

<Successfully trolled AuthorZ, +1000 rage points >

< You trolled... >

.....

A smile spread across my face, at first I had some doubts but after seeing the countless notifications and the many gifts that random players gave me... I don't think it's that bad.

After all these hours of farming, the rage points added up: 10 million.

I was amazed at how easily many people got upset even though their grudge had reached a point where diplomatic relations could not be salvaged.

Sometimes I have to make sacrifices...

Look at the [Keyboard System] roulette, it should be noted that it is a traditional gacha roulette and very treacherous and swindling. Ten million rage points wouldn't be enough.

Maybe I have to work more...

Poor me...

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