Snake and Tailored Clothing 1 (Not Edited)

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Name: Elliot Amom

Age: 19

Race: Human

Level: 1

HP: 70

EXP:35

Strength: 10

Speed: 5

Endurance: 6

Combat Power: 3

Intelligence: 3

Unspent Points: 0

Active Abilities:

Passive Abilities: Mental Corruption (Lvl:0

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Looking at his status, Elliot didn't think much about it. He would solve that problem another time. Elliot then broke away from Bruja's embrace and gave him a gentle look of thanks. He put his gun back on his waist. And gestured for the man to lower his hands.

"I'm not an idiot. You may be a good fighter, but you're too dumb to be someone who plans the biggest robbery this town has ever seen." Elliot said. He pointed to where he shot with the hand that held his cane.

"You wouldn't think of making a fake wall like that. What's more, a fake wall that leads to a fake path. But if he doesn't want to show up and talk business, that's fine. I'll go buy my clothes here anyway." Elliot said.

While Elliot acted as if nothing had happened and talked about the styles of clothes he would want, Bruja was watching everything from afar. She was now looking at the wall that was actually a secret passageway. She had noticed a while after entering the store that this was a false wall, but how did Elliot know that it led to a false path?

Bruja looked at Elliot's back, who was talking to the man he swore to torture a few moments ago, and wondered what was going on in Elliot's mind. She decided that after doing everything she needed to do today, she would try to find out what had happened to Elliot during the year they had not seen each other.

After a few minutes, Elliot settled everything she had to do in that store. After paying Elliot put the card in his pocket and looked at the man who attended to him, who was still pale.

"I hope you have a great day. You and the person under the counter. I expect my clothes in the next 3 days." Elliot was leaving the store, but had to go back to call a Bruja who was still staring dazedly at the counter.

Leaving the store, Bruja was still looking at Elliot with a shocked look on her face. She tried to ask several times, but always stopped halfway. Realizing this, Elliot explained.

"That fake wall in that place is very obvious. The technology we humans have today is more than enough to create a fake wall that leaves no trace on the ground." Elliot explained with a small smile.

"Right... but what about how you knew that the real place would be under the counter?" Bruja moved closer to Elliot and asked in an excited voice.

Despite Bruja invading his personal space, Elliot was surprised to note that it didn't make him uncomfortable. So he stated his thoughts with the same slight smile.

"The store is fenced on both sides. On one side is a bar, and on the other is an alley. The only place they could hide a secret base would be underground. And I knew it was under the counter, because the man who attended to us walked in that area in a strange way, as if avoiding an invisible hole. Then it was only necessary to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Elliot said.

Bruja would like to ask more questions, but Elliot said he was tired and would be back. He asked Bruja to continue his good work, and that he would meet the important person another time. Knowing that Elliot must really be mentally exhausted, Bruja nodded and went about his business.

Elliot took a cab and went straight out of town. Arriving at the shed, Elliot went straight to the second floor, where there was a mattress. Before going to sleep, Elliot recalled everything that happened in the store, and realized how much that one point spent on intelligence changed his perception of things. With just one point, he saw the world more objectively. If he spent more points on intelligence or strength, would he have the strength of an android?

While thinking about silly things and how he would be an invincible and immortal man, Elliot slept. The days passed and so, a week passed. Elliot received his clothes, and now he wore a navy blue suit with white stripes. Black moccasin shoes. His vest matched the color of his suit, and the shirt he wore was light blue and a blue tie. Elliot now had several sets of suits, and as an apology or a form of intimidation, he also received a new cane.

The cane was made of black wood, and on the handle of the cane, it resembled the handle of an old revolver. Elliot now walking in the streets attracted attention. Although his clothes were considered old-fashioned nowadays, Elliot seemed to have been born to wear them. These clothes cost all the money he had. Elliot felt a pain whenever he remembered this. Before he went back in time, this money was enough for him to live well for a year! A whole year! And now all he had would be enough for one more meal.

Elliot was now in a meeting room in an office. There was a glass table in the center of the room, and there were other men and women. They all had an air about them that allowed no refusal. They wore a current version of the old business suits.

These people were called second generation criminals. The first generation criminals were those who were on top of the world. Few people knew their real names or appearance. Their fortunes were incalculable, and some commanded respect even for entire nations! Second generation criminals, however, were respected people throughout the criminal underworld, but they still didn't reach the level of respect that first generation criminals had. A good example of this is the mayor of this city. Although he has a large fortune, he doesn't have the influence or the respect that the criminals at the top had.

Despite being in front of some of the most influential criminals in the entire city, Elliot showed no fear. His expression was neutral, and he was clearly not nervous at all. The same could not be said for the two people standing behind him. Mk and Bruja were standing behind Elliot. Mk was wearing his usual clothes, but Bruja was wearing different clothes. She wore a tight red dress on her body that went just above her knees. She wore earrings that matched her necklace. Bruja's pink hair looked even more brilliant when seen in conjunction with her red dress, she looked incredibly stunning.

From knowing the identity of most of the people here, Bruja was nervous, and Mk owed money to some of the big shots here. All the people seated had two people behind them. Everyone looked at Mk with scorn, and more than a few men and women looked at Bruja with lewd eyes. Elliot, realizing this, put his hand on his gun more than once but forced himself to hold back. And his reason for holding back was very simple. His new passive ability.

[Mental Corruption: Whenever you experience stress above what your mental fortitude can withstand, you will gain 1 accrual. At a maximum of 10 accruals, the host's mind will collapse. Current Accumulations: 0]

An ability that should help him is actually driving him crazy! What fucking bullshit system is harming him instead of helping him? Sighing to calm himself, Elliot broke the awkward silence of the place.

"I swear to heavens, the next person who looks at my date will have his brain painted on the walls of this room." Elliot said.

Not even 10 seconds passed, and the same scene repeated itself. Elliot was unceremonious. He pulled out a gun that was modified, and before he could fire, a woman intervened for her subordinate.

"Calm down gentleman. I'm sure my subordinate didn't mean any harm by it." The woman said.

Elliot looked at her with dead eyes. He watched her from top to bottom, making her feel uncomfortable.

"I have only looked at you for a few moments, and you are already uncomfortable. My escort has been in this room for 30 minutes, and there has not been a single minute that she has been respected. Next time you come to a meeting, make sure you bring a dog, not a pig." Elliot said.

Bang!

Just as Elliot said, the man's brain was used as new paint for the wall. Elliot didn't even look at what he did, and just rested the gun in his lap.

"The wall still has room. Who will be next?" Elliot looked with dead eyes at everyone in the room.