C7: The Guardians of the Host!

Status Window Update

• Level: 60

• Experience Points: 11,089,770/18,782,505

• Health Points: 2,875/2,875

• Energy Points: 640/640

• Total Power Points: 2,620

• Health Regeneration: 1.00 per second

• Energy Regeneration: 0.54 per second

• Physical Power Points: 1,000

• Movement Speed: +7.50%

• Brain Power Points: 540

• Strength: 100 (+)

• Agility: 75 (+)

• Intelligence: 54 (+)

• Luck: 33 (+)

• Available Free Points: 0

• Available Developer Points: 18,009,915.46

Properties:

• Apartment Complex

• Worth: 1,500,000 Credits (Partially Paid: 500,000 Credits Debt)

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Skills Window Update

Game Developer Space(-):

• Level: MAX

• Effect: The host can use the space to create any games.

Lucky Encounters (0):

• Level: 0

• Effect: +0.33% Chance of Lucky Experience.

Intuition (0):

• Level: 0

• Effect: +1% Chance of Danger Sense

Foundational Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (0):

• Level: 0

• Effect: +1% Relaxed Mind State

• Effect: +1% Basic Bridging and Shrimping Efficiency

• Effect: +1% Basic Grappling Efficiency

• Effect: +1% Basic Guard Pass Efficiency

• Effect: +1% Basic Escape Side Mount Efficiency

• Effect: +1% Basic Breath Control Efficiency

• Effect: +1% Basic Straight Arm Lock Efficiency

• Effect: +1% Basic Scissor Sweep Efficiency

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Somewhere in Somalia.

//

"Who is this?" Issmari answered the call from an unknown number. He kept his vigilance in his surroundings, usually, such calls from unknown people meant they knew where he was at. 

"Hi Mr. Kenya, I am Alfred Garrido, I found your contacts somewhere and believe you're currently looking for an employer, right?" a voice that sounded like a kid echoed from his phone's speaker.

"...." Issmari didn't reply.

"I know this may be suspicious for you so I texted my address to your phone. Please meet me. I will hire you for your priced contract. See you soon." The kiddie's voice finished speaking and cut off the call. He closed the notification and found a text message in his inbox. It has the exact address of Alfred. 

"Philippines!?" Issmari was bewildered by it. Normally, new clients won't give their exact address to mercenaries like him, but this guy, if he could call that kiddie voice a guy, just gave it to him. "Heh~ well..."

He called his agent and found that there were still no interested clients, it had been a few months since his last contract, his funds were running empty already and he could use some cash fast. "Tsk, well I got one, I was contacted, directly." 

His agent uttered a loud "What!?" and added, "Is that safe?"

Issmari answered somehow sure. "Well... I got the address."

"Philippines!? That is some wacky place! Who would pay you 1 million credits there!? Are they asking you to kill a government official? Will you be framed?" his agent kept on blabbering.

"I don't know, but his voice was quite trustworthy." He giggled hearing him say that the kiddie voice he heard was trustworthy, "Damn, what's gotten into me." he thought.

"I suspect it's a frame-up, don't go!" his agent went against it.

"What can I do? I've decided already. And you haven't found me a new client yet, this is the best option, so... see you." he smirked and cut off the call even though his agent was still blabbering and warning him.

"God damned pig." He knew his agent wanted some cut from his salary.

He stood up from the bed and prepared his things.

//

Somewhere in Hong Kong.

//

"Honey~ more~" the woman moaned so loud.

"....." the man, who was making the woman moan was still silent. 

"I'm coming~" the woman peaked. Her eyes rolled back then, and she dropped on the other side of the bed.

The man, who was not wearing anything, lit up a cigarette. 

"Honey~ I love it, will we be doing the same tomorrow?" the woman said in the naughtiest and lusty voice.

"....." the hunky American man stood up from the bed and left the room after dressing up. 

When he reached the bar, he ordered a martini on the rocks. The bartender nodded and quickly served it to him, when his hands touched the glass, his phone rang. 

His eyes went razor sharp. He knew exactly the people who knew his direct number, were all dead. "So... who the hell knew my number?" he thought.

He let the call ring for a minute, but since the call was not dropped on the other end he answered. 

"...." he didn't say anything.

"Hello, Mr. Crowley. I'm Alfred Garrido." his eyebrows furrowed a bit because of a kiddie voice on the other line.

"....." he didn't reply though, he wondered how the hell this supposed "kid" knew his number and name.

"I know you can hear me, Mr. Crowley. I want to hire you for a job within your asking contract price. I want to work with you so I left my direct address in your inbox. I'll be waiting. Have a good night!" the kiddie voice finished and dropped the call, on its end. 

Terrence also closed the call's notification and looked at the number who called him. He also noticed a text message. He opened it and found the address. "Philippines?" he thought.

He smiled and returned his phone in his pocket. He grabbed the glass of martini and drank it in one go. 

//

Back to Alfred.

//

He sighed after finishing the call with Terrence Crowley. He knew speaking with highly skilled assassins was such a nerving thing, although it was only with movies and other entertainment sources, their depictions were such, he proved that assassins and indeed, were such people. 

As soon as he finished breakfast, he made preparations for school travel and when he stepped out of their apartment compound, his skill [Intuition] was activated. He knew exactly what that meant, it meant that there was a danger that he would encounter! 

He quickly opened the developer shop and bought information from the system. The system asked him 5,000 developer points so he bought it instantly. The system immediately provided him with possible scenarios based on the findings found in the country and the system's information has given him the vitals. A local organization wanted to abduct him and not only him, but his mother as well. 

When he saw the information, he closed the virtual windows and returned to their apartment. He rushed to his mother's room and saw her reading some news on her phone. His mother looked at him surprised when he opened the door. "What is it, son?" 

He sighed a bit and composed himself. He slowly walked to his mother and asked her not to go outside today, he felt something was going to happen. He hugged his mother and she smiled at his son. She nodded and answered, "Don't worry, son. Your mother will listen. I won't go outside, okay?" 

He smiled at his mother's answer and nodded back. After confirming with his mother, he left for school. 

//

Now with the goons.

//

"Shit. The kid left so fast! Follow him!" the goon driver nodded and slowly drove the vehicle. 

The leader goon spoke on his phone, "Always go on the watch, once his mother is out, directly snatch her!"

The goon on the other line answered with confirmation, this made the leader goon satisfied. "Now... the hunt has begun!" He laughed maniacally inside the vehicle it made the other goons smirk a bit. 

//

Back to Alfred.

//

"Fuck. They are here! I must make sure Mom would never go outside today! Fuck these fuckers. Once I'm free, I'll fuck you all! Oh, wait! If those two accept my contract... I'll let them handle these poor bastards. Yep! Let's do that!" He thought while sitting on his seat in the classroom.

And thus... the whole day passed. 

"Good thing Mom never went out." He sighed with relief. All day, he called his mother every hour to find out how she was and see if she had gone out. Good thing, he stocked up groceries so his mother wouldn't have reasons to go out, plus, he bought some entertainment set in the apartment so she could keep herself busy with movies, dramas, and games. Lastly, it was also good that he made her quit her job. This way, the event today was avoided. 

"Now... I need to go back home safe." he smirked thinking how to play with those fools. 

After all the classes, he left the classroom and hurried to the exit gate of the school. When he stepped outside the gate, he immediately ran to the opposite of a van, which he suspected to be housing the abductors. His action made the van move and follow him. 

He glanced at his back and saw the van move on the road following the same path as his. His gaze went back to the front and he hurried to a corner. The van screeched its tires as he made the abrupt path change. "These fuckers are dumb as fuck." He mocked them in his mind.

The whole time, he made different routes way back to their home and made the goons inside the vehicle go nuts. The driver goon was berated by the leader goon multiple times and all of the goons inside were on the edge. "How the hell is this kid going back to his home!? We've been following this kid for an hour already! I'm out of fuse so fucking hurry and stop at him! We'll make a quick move!" 

The goon driver nodded to his leader's order. He sweated profusely and rushed to a corner where he thought their target would be. When the vehicle stopped, the vehicle's door opened, and the goons rushed towards him. One thing the goons didn't expect was that he changed his direction and went back to his original route. When the goons saw this, they were left flabbergasted. "The fucking boy was gone!!" The leader goon hit his sub-goons in the head and rushed them all back to the vehicle. "Fucking go after him or I'll kill you all!"

As for Alfred, he rushed back home using a taxi. The leader goon didn't see him taking a taxi so he knew he was safe. He sighed at the thought of such people haunting his life, just for a fucking trade in the stock market! 

"I knew what I did was big, but this consequence is also big! Fuck. I need some highly skilled bodyguards... until I can fully protect myself," he sighed and relaxed his back in the backseat of the taxi. 

[TO BE CONTINUED]