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Thug and Idol: 10X Rewards Second Identity System

[Ding!] [Your pickpocketing skill increased by 5. Reward: your PP increased by 50.] “System, use my Pop-star Points to increase my singing skill!” … [Ding!] [You had won 1st place in the Californian Young Star contest. Reward: your CP increased by 400!] “System, put all these Criminal Points into my martial arts skill. Now I will crush anyone who stands in my way!” Tristan was born with everything he needed to become a star: rich parents and musical talent. However, after a car crash destroyed his handsome face and voice, everybody turned away from him. With his dreams burned, Tristan ran from home and became a small-time criminal to survive. Then, his own gang mates betrayed him, throwing him to the cops. But Tristan is saved by a sudden stroke of luck. [Congratulations, Tristan Hayes! You won the Heavenly Lottery. Your prise is ‘Second Identity System’.] [Increase skills and status of one identity to obtain 10x rewards for the other one.] Mafia and showbiz may appear far removed from each other, but both are united by money and ruthlessness within. Now it’s Tristan’s time to navigate both realms to become the world’s first mafia superstar! === No romance. All bitches want Tristan, but Tristan needs no bitches. #bros_before_hoes. There will be mafia and showbiz related stuff in equal proportions. Updates daily. BONUS CHAPTERS: Castle = 10 chapters (released within next 30 days) Gachapon = 25 chapters (released within next 30 days)

Garessta · Urban
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239 Chs

Nel's backstory

Before Tristan could read the article itself, Nelson noticed Tristan hovering over him (ONLY because Tristan wasn't trying to hide).

With a gasp, he pressed the smartphone's screen to his chest, hiding it.

Tristan frowned.

"Nel? You look like a deer in headlights who just saw a ghost of his future self."

The other man bit his lip. Tristan didn't need to have 923 points in observation skill to know that Nelson was extremely nervous.

"I… That's… Shit!" Nel groaned in his palms, squishing his phone to his face with the movement. "It's not true. They told a bunch of slander about it! I… I thought I wasn't famous enough that anyone bothered to slander me, ha-ha-ha… And what will Mr. Writfield say?"

Tristan scowled, putting two and two together.

A man's parents, telling slander about their child instead of supporting them?

Worth a punch to the face.