Pedri Life

Tears welled in his eyes as he whispered, "I'll make you proud. I promise...right?" The words barely left his lips when an abrupt knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.KNOCK! KNOCK!

Pedri groaned and rolled over on the bed, his muscles aching from an earlier workout. "Whoever you are, come back tomorrow!" he shouted, his voice muffled by a pillow.

The knocks persisted. He peeked from under his arm, grumbling. "What is it? A fire? A revolution? Unless it's both, I'm not moving!" The knocking stopped for a brief second, then resumed, even louder.

Pedri sat up, his hair sticking out in wild tufts. "Alright, alright!" he bellowed, still not moving. "But know this! You're interrupting a man's well-earned rest. If this isn't life or death, I'll—" He stopped mid-rant and stretched his arms.

"Wait...who even knocks at this hour?" he muttered, rubbing his shoulders. The knocks finally stopped. Pedri scratched his head. "Guess they gave up. Good riddance."

Still suspicious, he stood in front of the mirror, flexing his biceps and checking his bruised knuckles. "Looking good, champ," he said, striking a half-hearted pose.

He chuckled at his own reflection. "If only muscles paid the bills," he muttered before heading to the shower. The cold water hit his skin like tiny needles, soothing his aches but jolting him awake.

He stepped out refreshed but tired, quickly toweling off before crashing onto the bed. This way, he would enjoy life bathing under the optional shower. Whether cold or hot water shower.

Just as Pedri's body began to relax, his mind jolted back into the world of the Legendary Boxing System. The robotic voice of Lyn, his system assistant, replayed in his memory, pulling him into a whirlwind of thoughts.

"Complete missions to unlock rewards…" the voice echoed in his head.

Pedri sighed. "What kind of twisted reality am I living in?" he muttered, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts lingered on the system's bizarre features.

"Clothes?" he whispered. "Why did Lyn even bring that up? Does it have something against my wardrobe?" He glanced at his worn-out hoodie draped over a chair. "Not everyone has cash for designer brands, okay?" he muttered defensively.

Pedri's monologue deepened. "But if I had the chance, I'd ask Lyn to explain everything again. No way I'm letting this opportunity slip. Wait...what if I don't get a second chance?" He flipped onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow.

The idea of losing the system gnawed at him. "It's my lifeline now. No more excuses, no more slacking. Just me, Lyn, and the road to glory." His determination grew as he replayed the system's promises in his mind.

Despite his focus, flashes of past failures sneaked into his thoughts. "What if I mess up again?" he whispered. But even in his doubt, the system's robotic voice seemed to offer reassurance.

However, another question struck at the back of his mind. What he could wake up the following day and find that all had been a dream. That what if, the system would be missing? " Eeeeh....ehh, I don't want this thoughts."

As Pedri's minds shifted, his memories drifted to his life before the streets of Fiari. Born into the influential Nicko family, Pedri's early years were spent in luxury. He remembered the warmth of his parents, Anthony and Berryl Nicko, and their love-filled mansion.

The Nicko family was among the respected and prestigious families in Fiari, with a reputation for discipline and influence. While they weren't extravagantly wealthy, they were comfortably situated in the mid-rich class, owning companies and large tracts of farmland.

Anthony Nicko, the family patriarch, was the driving force behind their success. He was a symbol of unity and who made everyone happily united.

His stern yet fair leadership ensured the family businesses thrived. His strict follow-ups kept CEOs accountable, and his personal touch with clients solidified their loyalty.

But success bred envy. Some relatives, hungry for control, resented Anthony's position. They sought ways to exploit the family's wealth, their schemes lurking beneath cordial facades.

Pedri smiled faintly, recalling his father's unwavering presence. Anthony always carried himself with a commanding air, his tailored suits impeccable and his sharp jawline exuding authority. The scent of cedarwood and spice from his cologne lingered in Pedri's memory.

His mother, Berryl, was a beacon of warmth. Her laughter filled the mansion, her curly hair framing her glowing face. Pedri could still feel her soft hands cupping his cheeks, her voice always reassuring.

The smile faded as a darker memory crept in—the tragic road accident that claimed his parents. Pedri clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening. "They deserved justice," he muttered, his voice trembling.

The injustice didn't end with their deaths. Kicked out of the family by his father's stepbrother– Adams Nicko, Pedri was labeled an imposter, a fraud, not of Nicko bloodline. "Lies!" he hissed, the accusation stinging even now.

The streets of Fiari became his harsh reality. Cold nights in narrow alleys, scrounging for scraps, dodging bullies who thrived on tormenting the vulnerable. Pedri's stomach churned at the memory of those brutal slaps that left him sprawling.

Yet, through it all, a fire burned within him. "One day," Pedri vowed, "if I ever get the chance, I'll find out the truth. And when I do, they'll pay. Every last one of them."

He wiped away a stray tear, his resolve hardening. "Mom, Dad… I'll make you proud. Somehow."

He swore, he would keep fighting and going for the best in life. He would ensure he got justice one day before Adams Nicko. That won't go for free and forgotten with ease.

Suddenly, a soft chime broke the silence with a soft feminine voice. The voice was from Lyn if Pedri could guess.

[Ding! The bills for the host tonight have been settled. The host can check his loan balance.]

Pedri bolted upright, blinking in disbelief. "What did I just hear? Lyn, is that you?" he whispered, his voice laced with hesitation.

[Ding! The host loan amount: $4,300. Bills paid: meals > $350. Hostel one night > $350.]

Pedri stared at the floating prompts, his jaw dropping. "Okay...that's oddly generous," he muttered, rubbing his eyes to ensure he wasn't hallucinating.

Minutes passed as he stared at the glowing display. His mind raced with questions. "How am I supposed to pay off this loan? Will the system throw me into some kind of digital prison if I fail?"

The system seemed to read his thoughts. Also it had took the part of making bills for him. This way, the system thought it was safe and if the it's host was attacked nothing will be robbed off at the meantime.

[Ding! Good news! The host has nothing to worry about, provided he remains hardworking. The host is in safe hands of the system, the major goal of the system is to make it's host achieve. It's not here to ruin, it's present in the host life to enact success through redemption.]

Before Pedri could respond, another prompt appeared.

[Here is the host's information regarding loan settlement: Missions and tasks will grant rewards, which may include money or skills. The system will deduct 20% of all income for repayment. Upon leveling up, the host may qualify for a 10% repayment assistance program and unlock additional earning opportunities.

The host's progress determines his future. For clarifications or suggestions, the system remains open. Remember, the Host has to imagine and the system being already connect to it's host mind, it will scan and offer back the response.]

The words scrolled past in a seamless dance of light. Pedri's lips curled into a grin. "Hard work, huh? Guess there's no way around it," he muttered.

Pedri's thoughts quieted as exhaustion began to take over. "Lyn, quick question," he said aloud. "Can I purchase a hand gadget or something? You know, to keep track of all this?"

In an instant, a new prompt appeared:

[Ding! Request received. Processing… Any other queries?]

"Yeah, just one," Pedri said, his voice softer now. "What happens if I fail?"

The system paused before responding.

[Ding! Failure is not an option though there is no punishment meant to the host. Dedication is the path to success. Prepare for the trials ahead.]

Pedri chuckled weakly. "Trials, huh? Bring it on." He closed his eyes, letting his body sink into the mattress.

For the first time in weeks, sleep came swiftly, uninterrupted by dreams or nightmares.

After a dreamless night, Pedri woke up the next morning to the sound of the city coming alive outside his window. He stretched, his muscles in the bed struggling to get up in another new day.

That day wasn't just any day—it was the beginning of his training at the CGC. The thought sent a jolt of excitement and nervousness through him.

But as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, a sudden realization made his heart skip a beat.

[Ding! Reminder: Training starts at 7:00 AM. The host is advised to arrive promptly.]