Chapter 12: Vacation Time!
Luck is also a part of strength. Why can't I imagine turning the magical Wonder Woman I picked up based on my skills into a fish in my own pond? I, Ang, refuse to accept this! It's like the male protagonist in the "Wonder Woman" story becoming an exclusive pendant for a heroine. Ang can't do something like that. Since the system module has been activated, I should strive to move forward! Diana promised that she wouldn't take back the power she lent him unless she was in extreme danger. This is recognition and also a form of motivation.
After returning to his villa in the suburbs of Gotham, Ang immediately pushed himself to the limit of what his physique could endure and trained himself like crazy. Externally, he declared, "I must improve myself. I am practicing the 'One Punch Man Training Method'." His own boss got strangely enthusiastic, and Louis and the others were quite speechless. "Let him be. This playboy might give up after just a couple of days." After more than two years of being around Ang, Louis thought he understood him quite well. He even made a bet with the other bodyguards about how many days Ang could persist.
One hundred push-ups, one hundred squats, one hundred sit-ups, plus a ten-kilometer run every day. The bodyguards were pushed to their limits by this. Even if it was just running on the 800-meter circular path in the villa's garden, they had to run alongside him in full gear. Even if they didn't need to carry rifles and wear suits, they still had to wear bulletproof vests and level three protection plates, along with submachine guns and four magazines. Just two days and Louis and the others were on the verge of tears. Fortunately, on the third day, the savior arrived.
Miss Diana Lance, dressed in a gray secretary suit, appeared at the entrance of Ang's villa with two large suitcases. In fact, she had seriously considered beating up this man and then going on the run. For that reason, Miss Black Canary even brought stockings to conceal her identity. But when she saw Ang's villa as she got out of the taxi, the stockings got all twisted up. While regular people put stockings on their heads to conceal their identity, she put them on her legs. Ah, the impermanence of life!
"I-I'm here." After bidding farewell to her sister, Black Canary had mentally prepared herself for sacrifice. In her field of vision, the figure of a handsome man with four bodyguards running caught her eye and grew larger. "Oh, Miss Lance, you're here. Your things are ready and waiting on your desk. Susan will take you there." With that, Ang ran off like a gust of wind.
Nervously, Black Canary arrived at a separate office area in the villa and saw the items on the desk. Her mind went blank. When they first met, she was tied up like a dumpling. Before coming, she had diligently prepared herself and was mentally ready to face many strange things. What is this? "Administrative Management," "Human Resources," "Basic Accounting"...
Piles of heavyweight textbooks completely overturned Black Canary's worldview. Incredibly shocked, she looked through the French windows at the figure that was constantly exercising, murmuring as if seeing a ghost, "Oh my god! You brought me here to be your secretary? What happened to the personal life secretary you promised me!?" Yet, she didn't dare not to look because a middle-aged woman of about forty was already standing at the doorway. "Hello, Miss Lance. I am the teacher XXX hired to instruct you in secretarial courses..."
For an ordinary girl who wasn't even qualified to attend an Ivy League school, this was truly agonizing. Ang completed another lap and passed by the room where the secretary was. He glanced through the French windows and saw the distressed figure inside. With a wicked smile, he thought, "Hehehe! You'll get to experience the pain I've been through, too. I've even prepared a box of the American version of the SAT 'Five-Year High School Three-Year Simulation' for you." Killing with kindness! Terrifying!
After a day of being tormented by textbooks, Black Canary finally saw her boss again during dinner. A lavish dinner somewhat eased the pain in her heart. After the meal, Ang elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "Miss Lance, rest for an hour after dinner. Then, I need your help with an intense sweat-inducing exercise." Is it finally here? Is it finally happening? Black Canary was surprised by her own reaction: Instead of fear, she felt a strange sense of relief. Come on! Just come already! Don't torture me anymore!
Three hours later. Black Canary received a call from her sister Sarah. "Hey! Are you still alive?" "I'm barely alive." "Sis! Are you okay? What did that bastard do to you?" "This... is truly... envy-inducing, no, this is too much!" "Um, wait a minute, what did you misunderstand? I was just practicing unrestricted combat with that bastard in the Four Corners Boxing Gym!" Dana's voice suddenly became higher-pitched.
"..." "And, do you know how much of a freak he is? He actually wants me to study 'Basic Accounting'..." When Sarah called, she was prepared for the worst, expecting to hear her older sister's desperate cries after being cruelly mistreated. Why does it sound like something completely different happened? These are trivial matters that don't deserve any further scrutiny! After half an hour of talking on the phone, Sarah summed it up: "Let's just see how things go. If he really hasn't done anything to you, he might be a good guy after all. My sister!" A wealthy and powerful young man? Unintentionally, Black Canary blushed.
Ah, there are always these kinds of people who you see one way, but it doesn't matter; what's important is that they see you as a bundle of experience! Ang looked at the light screen on his retina. The experience progress bars were displayed behind the labels for the "Basic Combat" and "Physique" attributes. "It increased a bit today!" Apart from the superhuman strength part, the part of him that was still human had room for improvement due to his youth and the slight physical deficiency from before. Ang worked so hard not only because this was a world filled with dangers and challenges, but also because he still hadn't figured out where his money came from.
This made him feel extremely insecure. Having bread in your hand and not being panicked. But what if the bread was actually bought on credit? Ang rubbed the diamond he obtained from Black Mask. It concealed a considerable amount of money. But he knew he couldn't use this money casually. Even if he had dismissed the previous steward, Frank, and decided to hire the newcomer Black Canary instead, he still felt like he was being watched. Although he had many bodyguards and servants, he had no idea who could be trusted.
If he casually touched this money, how different would he be from a little kid wearing a big gold chain, wandering alone in the slums of Gotham? He wouldn't even know how he died. Fortunately, this kind of life continued for a week, and some surprising news came—Tony Stark, the head of Stark Industries, had gone missing.
With immense excitement, Ang burst into Black Canary's room and pulled this disheveled young lady off her bed. "What do you want to do, Boss?" Dana almost screamed. "Elbow, we're going on vacation." "Huh!?" ...
On the other side, Bruce Wayne, also known as Batman, was suddenly interrupted from his workout by a video call from his butler, Alfred. "Sir, Ang has gone to Dubai." "Why did he go to Dubai?" "Apparently, after the attack by the Joker's gang and being frightened, he felt suffocated after a week. So, he took his newly hired secretary, Miss Lance, and four bodyguards on a chartered plane to leave." A black line appeared on Batman's forehead as he spoke in a deep voice, "Don't bother me with trivial matters like this. I have more important things to attend to." "No, there's a bill that needs your signature." "..."
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