NOVEL NEXT CHAPTER FOUR: THE YOUNG MASTER’S CONFUSION!
CHAPTER FOUR: THE YOUNG MASTER'S CONFUSION!
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-Deus Anhel Godlight POV-
-10 Hours Earlier-
Deus Anhel Godlight.
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Deus Anhel Godlight. Deus Anhel Godlight. Deus Anhel Godlight.
[Sys@#$%^ Inni&*()_+]
Why the hell am I Deus Anjel Godlight?
No seriously, what did I do to become this fucker?
[System #1112323242@#$%^&*()_+]
Because if I remember correctly, his whole existence was just to get slapped around by the Protagonist Diablo Malvados.
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And man, don't get me started on that self-righteous, murder-happy, lust-demon piece-of-shit of a Protagonist Diablo.
He was your average 'ruthless' protagonist.
A nightmare to his enemies, and was soft as putty to beautiful women who were his type.
And most importantly; He loved acting weak and looking poor so he could get a chance to face-slap his would-be victim.
Honestly, the amount of conflict in that novel that could've been averted if he didn't have a fetish to be looked down upon and disdained would've turned a 1000-chapter novel into a 100-chapter novel easily.
[@#$%Setting^&*()_+Confirmed.]
Forget a clown, by being a part of this world with him, I was a part of an entire circus parade.
And who was I?
Well, I was transmigrated as the King Clown who would chase one of the first heroines of the novel around like a loyal dog, and eventually cross paths with the protagonist who would beat me black-and-blue and make a favorable impression on the Iceberg Goddess Jade Beauty of a heroine.
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But honestly speaking, who would want a life like that?
Home! I want to go home, damnit!
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And what the hell is this thing in my eyes!? Am I going crazy thanks to my-
Wait. Hold on a minute.
I think I might know what this is...
[Complaint System, Fully Installed. Welcome Host]
Yup. It's one of those. A system is what this is.
My bona-fide golden finger.
"Hah..."
"Haha..."
"Hahahahahahahahahahah!"
I couldn't help but laugh madly! This really was quite a surprise!
I knew I wouldn't be sent to this world without a fucking system cheat! Now this is what I'm talking about!
Talk about a welcome cliche! I don't mind this at all!
"System buddy, sign me the hell up right now!" I shouted to the sky.
[Ding!]
[Welcome to the Complaint Diary System!]
[In order to use the System's abilities, please write your complaints into the Diary that appears before you, and make sure to sign in every day to gain more points and prizes to use the store!]
[And in return, you can possess anything you want!]
"A-Anything!?"
This is serious... Gotta pay attention...
"Hey, system... You're not shitting me, are you? Do you really mean what you say?"
[No host, I am The Complaint Diary System. I cannot shit on you. And yes, what I have stated is correct.]
"R-Really? Even if I want to go back home?"
[Absolutely. Although you would have to gain a massive amount of points by completing missions regularly.]
I raised my eyebrows at the words that appeared in front of my eyes and rang in my ears.
Sweating slightly, I knew it would cost a lot, but I still stammered out my inquiry of how much.
"S-So, how much is it, huh?"
[1, 000, 000 SC.]
The feminine emotionless voice of the system shocked me with that number.
I think I heard that wrong... how much?
[1 Million System Credits]
I... I didn't even ask that time, but the System still repeated it for me...
-sigh-
"And...? I'm guessing that it won't be possible to get that amount by logging in?"
[It is indeed possible, though it may take a few decades at the very least]
"Shit." I rubbed my forehead to try and soothe the upcoming headache.
Way to rain on my parade, System-Lady.
"Is... Is there a faster way that won't leave me in my thirties or forties by the time I get back?"
[Indeed. You can gain more points by fulfilling your role in this World Plot in order to leave.]
Doesn't that mean I have to follow the plot of this damned novel to gain points to go back? No fucking wonder it seemed so suspicious to me.
"Haah... What a pain... But if it's to go back home, then I'll do it!" I yelled.
There's no merit in staying in a world like this, especially surrounded by so many murder-happy people in this world.
If I can act out my role, and leave the scene... Then who knows?
Maybe at the end of my role if I'm still alive I could enjoy the rest of my time here on some private Island with good food, great sceneries, and even beautiful models!
"Hell yeah, baby. I'm in."
You've never seen a greater actor before me, and you never will see a greater actor after me.
"But don't get it twisted! I might be doing this in order to survive, but don't expect me to throw away my humanity like those protagonists or be your dog to order around, you got that!" Before anything else, I needed to lay down to ground rules.
Otherwise, I would end up like a lapdog to this system as it pushes missions on my lap and expects me to fulfill them with no questions asked.
[Idiot.]
"Huh? What did you say?"
I felt like I heard something rather insulting, but I couldn't quite catch what the System-Lady said.
[I said Impressive. Your will to survive and work is truly a sight to see. But enough of that, shall we sign in now?]
I don't think this voice said that... but whatever.
It probably wasn't that important or offensive anyway.
[Ding! Host signed in successfully! +10 SC! +10 Charm! +10 All Stats]
"Yeah, this is it!" My apprehensiveness slowly faded away as I got ready to start my new life as a Young Master in a new world.
[You have a beginner's Gift Pack. Shall we open it?]
"Hell yeah, baby!" I cheered. It's now or never in a world like this, and I need all the protection I could get.
[Ding! Gift Pack Opened! +100 SC! +70 Charm! +10 All Stats! Unlocked Expert Grade Imperial Martial Arts!]
"Woof, woof, woof!"
"Bark, bark, bark!"
"Ruff, ruff, ruff!"
"Arf, Arf, Arf!"
"All hail System! All hail System! All hail System"
[...]
[Ahem. Now you can peruse this System, Dear Host.] The emotionless voice rang in my head as a window popped up in my eyes.
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[Complaint Diary System] [Host: Deus Anhel-Godlight (23)] [Height: 183cm] [Weight: 73kg] [Title: Paradise City Master Simp] [Occupation: Young Master] [Rank: None] [Favored Weapon/s: None] [Skills: Complaint Diary, Imperial Martial Arts (Expert)] [Wealth: 10 Million Credits] [System Credits: 110 SC] [Attribute Values] (10 Is the average attribute number of an adult) [Physique: 20] [Ki: 20] [Charm: 100] [Fate: 20] |
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"Yikes, look at those fucking stats."
Seriously. Other than Charm, they were all pretty mediocre.
Especially since the Protagonist Diablo would have to possess stats that were near the 100s.
But forget about him, look at me.
If the average stat of a grown man is around 10... Then doesn't that mean that I'm twice as strong than the average man?
"Hehehe..."
Well, what can I say? I'm just that good.
I bet the Protagonist would shit his pants if he knew that I could potentially outpace him in stats by just doing fuck all and logging in every day.
And as for Imperial Martial Arts...
They were the main set of Martial Arts practiced by denizens of this country.
And since this skill rank was [Expert], that means that even if my stats weren't that high, I could still perform well enough to defeat foes with higher stats than I had.
"System-chan... Did I ever say that I love you?"
[Rejected. As The Complaint Diary System, I do not have a body to return your affections. And even if I did, I would not.]
[Also. Please do not debase yourself, Host, and just focus on completing the World Plot.]
"..."
Damn.
Why did you have to say it like that?
"Can't you take a joke, System-chan?"
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I won't lie...
It hurt a bit.
Geez, what a Debbie-Downer.
Seriously, what did I do to this damned System?
Is it on one of its System Periods?
Or is it just called System Maintenance?
Shaking my head at the System's lack of a humorous bone, I jumped off the bed as I felt my body twisting and contorting in poses I firmly believe humans should not be able to twist in.
"Oooooh! Is this the fabled.. Cultivation Transformation...!?"
Before smelly dark-black goey stuff started to form on my body, I booked it for the showers.
And boy let me tell you, the showers in this villa are insane.
With polished marble walls and floors galore, and dragon sculptures pouring water, this villa was truly in the taste range of a Young Master.
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As I turned on the shower and washed myself off as I gazed at my newly washed magnificent physique, I began to go over my game plan.
It was already set in stone, but there's no harm in going over it once more, right?
My 'plans' if you could call them that, were quite simple actually.
All I have to do is go out there and act it up, get face-slapped a couple of times, then peace out and hang around the backgrounds as the plot plays out.
And after that, I get to gain enough points to go back home.
And all I have to do is follow the plot!
Isn't that amazing? You bet your ass it is!
Besides, aren't I now a Young Master?
Not only that, but I am one of Paradise City's top rich third-generation Young Masters!
10 Million Credits in personal finances!
That means I'm fucking loaded!
And that means I can do whatever I want with it!
After all, it's as they say;
The first-generation built Paradise City.
The second-generation elevated Paradise City
And the third-generation parties in Paradise City
So while I deal with this World Plot, I should be partying it up!
Well, as long as I don't get too wrapped up with that douchebag of a protagonist, Diablo Malvados.
[Diablo Malvados, you piece of shit!]
Turning off the water, I stepped out to dry myself as I opened up the Complaint Diary and gleefully wrote some choice words down.
[Fuck you, Diablo Malvados! I hope you step on a crack and break your momma's back!]
[Yes, everything is this Protagonist's fault.]
[If it wasn't for that douchebag of a protagonist in that shitty novel named 'Ultimate Mercenary Soldier King' existing in the fist place, then this new life of mine would've been sweet sailing!]
Hey, I like this!
Who knew that writing a diary could be so therapeutic?
Let me write some more.
[If I remember correctly, Diablo is set to return to Paradise City in a few hours, after which he'll head to Valkryie Bar to relax.]
[And the reason he came back was not only to develop his fortune and prosper, but to seek revenge on those that helped oppress his family all those years ago.]
[Worst thing yet, one of the people who helped target his family works for the Anhel-Godlight family! Which was one of the reasons he would eventually feud with the Anhel-Godlight family in the future!]
[What was his name? Light Bleu-Godlight? He was a gangster who was in charge of lots of shady businesses, but because of his connections to the main branch of the Anhel-Godlight family, he was able to weasel his way out of long-term jail sentences if any at all!]
[Though his luck would soon run out, since he's one of the first of Diablo's enemies to bite the dust!]
[Hmph! Gaining beauties, wealth, power, and practically everything else along the way, huh?]
And what happens after Deus gets slapped to oblivion?
Well, he becomes even more of a laughingstock in Paradise City!
[Come to think of it, the first scene takes place at Valkyrie Bar, doesn't it? Since that's when Diablo returns from abroad.]
So what happens then?
[For some reason, my Fiance will be there to drink, and Deus will follow after her to pander to her and annoy her, and some thugs will try to drug her drink!]
[But instead of drinking it, thanks to Deus trying to act cool and forceful, he will take it from her and drink it and end up embarrassing himself!]
[And what happens next?]
[After that, just like the rest of the thugs, I will get my ass kicked big time by our beloved Protagonist, who will leave a good impression on my Fiance!]
[And then, not a day later the engagement gets annulled!]
I couldn't help but scratch my head at this dog-water plot of a novel.
What sin did I commit to become the Young Master, huh?
Did I not share those religious posts online with my five friends? If so, then it's not my fault! I didn't even have three friends, much less five!
[Holy shit! What misfortune! Should I just call it quits and stay home?]
[Now because of that Ice-Cold bitch of a Fiance, I'm now known as a dog licker, plus I gotta go against plot armor incarnate!]
[Ahh, fuck it. I should just go there later tonight, and do my best act.]
For the points of course.
Not for this blasted world. Not for these shitty people.
And definitely not for this shitty System.
[Ding! Host is awarded 100 SC!]
"Woof, woof, woof!"
"Bark, bark, bark!"
"Ruff, ruff, ruff!"
"Arf, Arf, Arf!"
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-knock, knock-
As my senses returned to me, I heard someone knocking on my door.
Returning to my room to get dressed quickly in some designer-brand clothes, I answered the door in haste.
"W-Who is it?"
"It's me, Custos, Young Master." A deep, gravelly voice rang from beyond the door. "Are...Are you okay in there?"
It was Deus' main and most loyal henchman, and my personal bodyguard; Custos.
He was one of the last people who stayed on Deus' side until he ended up kicking the bucket after Deus sacrificed him to make some time to escape from all the enemies he made over the course of the novel.
But unless I'm completely fucked in the head, there's no way I could possibly do that in this life.
So as for now, Custos is an important ally to keep around.
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[Target Data] [Name: Custos Satellitum (40)] [Height: 200cm] [Weight: 103kg] [Title: Anhel-Godlight's Guard Dog] [Occupation: Bodyguard] [Rank: Silver] [Favored Weapon/s: Gun/Combat Knife] [Skills: Assassination (Expert), Imperial Martial Art (Expert) -(See More)] [Attribute Values] (10 Is the average attribute number of an adult) [Physique: 80] [Ki: 70] [Charm: 40] [Fate: 50] |
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Plus he's obedient and strong too, which is a plus.
"I... am perfectly fine."
I wasn't completely fine, but I wasn't completely fucked. So that counts as something, I guess.
But enough of that.
"Custos. I need you to do something for me."
"Yes, Young Master?"
It was time to carry out my plan, and it was time to get busy.
I plan on riding that Plot Train all the way to Canon City, and I don't plan on taking any stops.
After all, the life of a new master actor awaits!
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CHAPTER FOUR: THE YOUNG MASTER'S CONFUSION!
