Chapter 2

[1st POV]

I was almost crying, but I walked toward whatever was happening there. 

I didn't want to get involved in relationships that weren't genuinely mutual but were imposed by the Higher Powers and the "Bonus." 

It wasn't fair to either the unfortunate future woman who would be the target of this "gift" or me.

However, there was nothing I could do about it.

Alas, I was just a "Pawn," and I even had a Title like that.

I maybe could convince the unfortunate woman that I was a bad option for a romantic relationship, and she would leave me.

In any case, I didn't want Wolverines, Captain Americas, Hulks, or Professor X to fuck me with my brain or ass...

The noise and chaos created after the explosion turned out to be the site of a battle between two factions of people.

I hid for cover and cautiously observed those involved, reaching some conclusions.

It was a fight between two factions. 

The first was a government organization—S.H.I.E.L.D., and the second was mutants by their abilities or were either mutants or Inhumans.

However, there were no women from S.H.I.E.L.D. to be seen at all.

It would have been a dream for any fan if Black Widow, Agent 13, Agent Hill, or others were here, but they were nowhere to be found.

'I needed to get out of here!'

That message from the God of Games almost made me forget about my principles and decisions.

"Ding!"

[The System is impressed by your willpower, convictions, and desire to avoid a "kick in the as" from the first Marvel character you encounter. Therefore, it believes you rightfully deserve +10 to Willpower and a "Divine Supply of Vaseline," which never runs out and is always at hand. Additionally, the God of Games supports the principle of "safe sex," so the System will also provide you with free condoms, but only in case you have sex with a man.]

'Is this system mocking me?!'

[+1 Intuition.]

[+1 Intelligence.]

I need to get out of here...

As soon as I turned around, I bumped heads with some girl.

"Watch it!" 

She shouted at me angrily.

"I'm sorry."

I said, but she refused my help, glaring at me and pushing my hand away before quickly running off in the opposite direction.

After running a couple of blocks, the sound of the battle had vanished, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I managed to avoid a frustrating mistake and the wild fear of what the God of Games had scripted for me. 

I handled it and could now confidently go home, staying out of sight until everything calmed down.

"Ding!"

[The System congratulates you on finding the first lady of your harem. Emma Frost will make a wonderful member of your personal "female battalion."]

[The God of Games is pleased with you!]

'When did I manage that?! Damn it!'

This girl was blonde, but I didn't notice it immediately. I didn't use the "Player's Eye" on her, so I didn't recognize her.

As I understand it, she's an anti-hero, but she's also affiliated with the Hellfire Club or whatever it's called in the canon.

In any case, I need to head back home.

...

I had dinner again, took a shower, and watched the news about the recent happenings at home without interruption. 

It turned out to be just another battle, not with the Inhumans, but with the Brotherhood of Mutants and S.H.I.E.L.D agents. 

The reason for this is unclear, but this isn't the first time, and I doubt it will be the last.

However, this report made me think that Emma might be connected to the Brotherhood of Mutants at the moment. 

She has always changed sides over time. 

After the news, I went online and learned a bit about her and her young company, Frost Industries. 

She's already the youngest billionaire in the world after building her fortune almost from scratch. She runs an aggressive business strategy, is a shark in the corporate world, and is a true socialite. 

And now, if the System is to be believed, she's in love with me.

This is even reflected in this line:

[Emma Frost: +10000 (This is love at first sight. She loves you madly; though it's strange, you are her twisted ideal of a man!)]

I don't know... It hasn't even been a day, and I'm already in this deep. 

I really didn't want to doom anyone to such a fate, but this God of Games, may he be damned, gave me this "Bonus,"

"I wish you had given me this opportunity in my first life." 

I almost whimpered, hugging myself.

"I prefer brunettes. Then maybe I would have met some dark-haired beauty and lived happily ever after..."

But alas, the God of Games clearly wasn't listening to me or didn't want to hear me.

...

A week has passed since I arrived in this new world and body on the eighth day.

During my time here, while living and working, everything has been quiet, even somewhat fun.

I put out an announcement for another waitress, Crystal, so that Penny could finally have a proper rest along with Miss Donovan. 

I also hired a young guy as my assistant cook. His name is Bob, and he's also doing delivery. 

I'm training him and Miss Donovan in cooking so that he can replace us if necessary.

So, I can say I now have a full staff and more free time for myself.

I'm planning to expand the business soon.

Christian had a lot of money in his bank account. He had been saving for a car for three years but hadn't decided to buy one. 

After starting my daily runs and a healthy lifestyle, I still hadn't lost a gram or changed my appearance at all. 

I just leveled up my "Cooking" skills and increased my "Observation" by five points, and a +1% chance to make any dish delicious.

Most of all, I made progress with "Intuition" and "Intellect." I added five points to each by playing online card games on the computer and reading philosophical and scientific books. 

I plan to try my luck in some lottery or drawing soon. Maybe I'll get lucky and make a bit of money. 

Then, I can expand and invest wisely...

Then, I received a notification.

[An attempt has been made to mentally influence the user.] 

[The attempt was unsuccessful!]

I cautiously glanced around with my peripheral vision.

In my café, there were four corner seats, three tables on the left and right sides near the entrance, one table from the doors, and single seats in front of the "bar counter." 

In the center were two large areas suitable for families. 

I was sitting in one of the corner seats where I could see the entire area. 

It was early morning, and there weren't many visitors yet. 

One regular was drinking coffee and chatting with Crystal. 

An elderly couple talked pleasantly with Bob, discussing where to deliver their order. 

The last individual was a rather attractive blonde shooting glances at me.

I pretended not to notice anything and continued doing my calculations on the computer and creating income graphs.

"Can I sit here?" 

A loud but pleasant female voice sounded above me.

I looked up and saw her. 

Just in case, I checked her with the Player's Eye and saw her status.

Name: Emma Frost

Level: 86

Race: Mutant

Class: Businesswoman

Subclass: 

Financier

Economist

Lawyer

Features: Mutant, Golden Youth, Genius, Heir to the Frost Family, Billionaire.

Age: 27

Attributes: See details.

Those are not bad characteristics.

Emma was a tall blonde with blue eyes and long, golden hair that flowed down to the middle of her back. She had predatory yet beautiful facial features, a clean, fair complexion, and slightly plump lips adorned with shiny white lipstick. 

She had big breasts, slightly larger than a C-cup but not a D-cup, and white lace stockings peeking out from under a black mini skirt highlighted her long, slender legs. She wore a pristine white shirt, unbuttoned at three buttons, revealing cleavage, and a lace bra of the same white color. 

She held a small blue handbag from a trendy brand in her hand.

"No, it's not occupied. Just like many other tables." 

I replied, not sure how to interact with her.

"Hm. You clearly don't know how to communicate with women, let alone flirt with them."

"I don't have many admirers, and I don't want to be a laughing stock of myself trying to court beautiful girls like you."

"So you find me beautiful?" 

She asked with a playful smile as she sat down, propping her chin thoughtfully with her hand.

"Am I in the top five of the people you'd want to date, Mr. Smith?"

"Why are you interested in this, Miss Frost?" 

I asked in response.

"I want to know if I have a chance to convince you of your foolish self-punishment and your belief that you are unattractive."

"Well, for a simple girl, a twenty-five-year-old young man with no bad habits, a four-room apartment in New York, his own profitable business, a farm outside the city, and a small bank account might be attractive. But my appearance doesn't match that at all. Besides, why would the great Emma Frost, the most envied rich woman in the world and a desirable bachelorette, pay attention to me?"

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Unless it's to fulfill some condition of a card game loss or just to have fun and fool around."

"I assure you, the fact that I'm sitting here is not the result of losing a bet or a card game."

 She said, pretending to be offended.

"Then why?"

"Honestly?"

"Yes!"

"I don't know."

She shrugged.

"Maybe I fell in love at first sight?"

"Then maybe you'll propose to me right now?" 

I joked.

"I could go get the rings right now."

She replied, no longer joking as she looked at my fingers.

"Whoa, whoa. Okay, the joke has gone on long enough." 

I needed to steer the conversation in another direction. 

It didn't matter who she was; I didn't want her any harm. This was all orchestrated by the God of Games. 

Now, I was the one turning red and sweating.

"Seriously, why did you come here? I already understood that m-m-m-m!"

She kissed me, and it was quick and unexpected!

"Okay." 

I said, pulling away from her after the hot, deep, lingering kiss caught me off guard; I even felt a stirring below.

"I must ask you to leave my café."

"That's quite hurtful, you know." 

She said, smiling as she licked her lips, pushing her chest forward for my viewing.

"To get turned away by a man when I tell him I've fallen in love with him in front of a small audience. Especially when you're beautiful, and he acknowledges it, rich, smart, and have the most sincere intentions."

"It's a mistake, Miss Frost! Whatever you feel for me, if you even feel anything at all. Go to a club, have a drink, relax, maybe pick up some guy or a girl as a last resort."

I didn't see any offense in her actions or eyes. 

It felt like all this excited her. 

Emma simply smiled silently, stood up, pulled out a business card from her purse, and tucked it into my shirt pocket.

"This is my card with my numbers on it. Call me anytime, my dear." 

She said, then proudly walked toward the exit. 

Just as she reached the door, she suddenly turned around and added, "Oh, and you should know, Chris, if I want something badly, I'll get it, one way or another. And I want you!" 

Emma's words rang out almost like thunder in my café.

"Think about it. Although I hope you'll resist a little…" 

I shivered at the way she slightly licked her lips, "Like you are now. Then my final prize will be much more delicious and desirable." 

Afterward, she stepped outside.

To be continued…