Chapter 12: Trust Issues

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"*sigh* I need food and a change of clothes. Maybe I should get some pajamas,"

I turn around and see the portal gone, so I snap my fingers causing the skeleton snakes to disappear including the ones wrapped around my body.

"Oh,"

[HP: 28/28 MP: 28/28 SP: 13/13] - Average

When I checked my status I saw that my MP had returned when I un-summoned the skeleton snakes.

That's convenient.

I also pulled out my bank phone from my inventory and checked the amount of money and saw 698,500 US dollars. I didn't have as big a reaction as last time since I already calculated the amount I would receive. You just add another 0 at the end of the amount of gold you have.

"Should I buy Transaction Gold? I feel like gold wouldn't be worth it if I can run another dungeon about 3-4 more times and have enough for black," I mutter to myself while seeing a fancy restaurant in the distance.

If it was a fancy restaurant they should have receptionists that use an ability related to wind. They hired these types of power users since on rainy days, some people come in soaked from head to toe, which they then use the wind to help dry them off.

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I finish pushing my way through the revolving door and saw a massive grand restaurant. Everything was made from gold while chandeliers made from diamonds hung from the ceiling.

"Excuse me ma'am but would you like me to dry you off?" asks one of the receptionists.

It was a tall handsome man with straight black hair. He was wearing a luxurious tuxedo that fit him perfectly.

"Yes please,"

He holds out his hand and a powerful gust drys my clothes instantly.

"Are you waiting for your mom and dad?" he asks me.

"I'll just have a table for 1," I say, ignoring his question.

"A-as you wish," the receptionist replies, thinking that he hit a sėnsɨtɨvė spot… which he did.

I've bȧrėly gotten over my mother's death and won't be able to until I kill James. I was bȧrėly suppressing my bloodlust from leaking out.

I took a deep breath in and out allowing myself to calm down as I waited for a table. Many of the rich men and women were staring at me in disgust due to my clothing. All of them were wearing fancy jewelry with grand dresses and suits that flaunted their wealth.

I ignored them of course until a waiter came to take me to a table.

He gestured for me to sit down at a table next to the window. I sat down on one of the chairs as he hands me a menu.

"I'll take the wagyu steak with… fires, potatoes, and a salad. Just get me water and cola for my drink," I say while handing the menu back to him.

"A-are you sure you can afford it," stutters the waiter, with a fake smile.

tsk

"Why the fuċk would I order something I can't pay for," I say annoyed.

I'm never coming to a fancy restaurant again. Maybe if I changed into fancy clothes, but these current clothes are much more comfortable.

The waiter quickly bows apologetically before scampering off. The customers that looked at me with disgust, quickly snapped their heads away as they felt an unknown pressure claw at their shoulders.

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"Just hover your bank phone over the tablet and press 'yes'," says the waiter.

I complied and pressed yes, paying for the 245 dollars worth of food. I was currently stuffed to the brim and wanted to get some pajamas before going to sleep.

"Please come again dear customer," says the waiter as I leave the restaurant.

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I was currently in the pajama section in the same clothing store that I bought my current clothes in. None of them looked comfortable besides some of the onesies that I saw. They were cute and the material they were made of, was pretty high quality as well.

The rain outside calmed down so I was only slightly wet from the drizzle.

The cashier proceeds to fold them up nicely before slipping them into the same bag as before. I happily received it and practically skipped my way out of the store. I was excited since I never had the chance to sleep in comfortable pajamas.

I soon arrived at my apartment which was about a 20-minute walk from my school.

I ignored the receptionists who bowed towards me as I walked into the elevator. I opened up my inventory but did it inside the pocket of my hoodie so it looked like I pulled my key card from my pocket.

I looked out the glass backside of the elevator, which let you see the entirety of New York… or at least the wealthy part.

I gazed at the starry sky which seemed to reflect the number of lights that were still on below me.

"No wonder it's called the 'city that never sleeps',"

It was a long ȧss ride up due to the number of floors in the apartment. It even stopped once to let, what looked to be a businessman in. I just stepped to the side and closed my eyes until I arrived at my floor.

ding

I opened my eyes once I heard the elevator stop and stepped out, ignoring the businessman who seemed to be in a rush for something.

I took off all my clothes and threw them to the corner of the room. Then I walked to the bathroom bȧrė nȧkėd and saw how massive the bathroom was. It was about double the size of my previous bedroom. I opened up the curved glass door for the shower and turned on the hot water. Even when I turned it up, it was bȧrėly lukewarm. I just concluded it was due to my skill and decided not to complain about the apartment complex.

It felt nice to take a shower. I rarely got to take a shower at home and when I did it was with mom. She would always help wash my hair since I always came home with dirt in my hair from getting knocked down to the ground so many times.

Reminiscing about my mom I felt tears well up in my eyes but tried to shake them away. I'm trying to move on but that will only be fully possible once I kill, no… slaughter James.

I'm going to school tomorrow and I need to decide if I want to show my abilities, part of my abilities, or none. The best bet would be to hide it for now since nobody has ever heard of a power stone that grants rainbow flames.

Necromancy was already a thing but it was very rare. I heard most of the dungeon runners that use it are getting old and senile. Nobody has found another one related to necromancy for a long time so I should keep silent about this skill as well.

Friends for support is impossible. I have severe trust issues that won't allow me to get close to anybody. If I end up getting "close" to somebody, I will be monitoring them at all times for me to be slightly relaxed. Paranoia fills my mind of getting backstabbed, which happened every time.

The friends I made either started getting bullied so they gave me up in return for their safety or bullies will pretend to be my friend and once I get comfortable and happy, they crush that feeling instantly. They happily watched me fall into despair every time they beat me down.

I was clenching my fist so hard that blood started to drip down into the drain.

*sigh*

"Anybody who threatens my life or safety will die," I mutter while slowly unclenching my fist.

I start to scrub myself with soap until I smelled nice and left my skin completely spotless. It was much smoother and a bit paler than before. My hair had also become much silkier and whiter.

To sum it up, my body was close to that of a model, if you exclude my ȧssets.

I finished washing all the soap off my body and turned off the water. A towel was already hanging on the wall so I picked it up and started drying myself off. At least I wasn't cold once I stepped out of the shower.

Once I finished drying myself, I saw some skincare products displayed neatly on the sink, but I felt like I didn't need anything besides the lotion. I carefully applied the milky lotion on my skin and then changed into my penguin onesie.

Before I walked up to my bedroom, I threw my clothes into the washer that was right in front of the bathroom. It had an unlimited supply of cleaning liquid that it draws from a tank at the bottom of the apartment, so I didn't have to pour anything in. I just had to select the amount of washing it needed.

I picked the normal setting and let it run. Once it was done, it would automatically set itself to dryer mode. Your clothes would then be fresh and clean by the time you wake up.

Once I pressed the run buŧŧon, I turned off all the lights and walked upstairs into my massive bedroom. It was fully decked out with plants, technology, and of course the massive king-sized bed in the middle of the room.

I set my alarm for 6 in the morning since my first period starts at 9. I then crawled into bed and wrapped myself in the warm blankets after turning off the lights.

"The apartment pulls the required amount from my Transaction account so that isn't a problem. Now I just need to get a normal phone, some more clothes, look at the rewards from the dungeon, and… kill James. I need a plan but *yawn* I'm too sleepy.. This bed is too… warm…" I whisper before falling asleep.

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