12 Another Max Level Skill
Ding.
A sound came from the system. The transaction had just been completed.
[You have acquired a Light Orb; do you wish to open it?]
"Yes," Gerard nodded. Gerard's confirmation brought about a sudden light in the system. It was a golden red light that seemed to surround the whole shop.
After it dissipated, Gerard had a frantic look around the shop. The golden-red light was so bright. It couldn't be hidden. He, who was the closest, was almost blinded.
After so much looking around the shop, he didn't garner the attention of others. It was like the light never showed up.
Gerard quickly understood that it might be because of the system. He was the only one who could see the system, so why would the common folk be able to see a light coming from it? Thinking about it makes Gerard want to laugh.
"That was so silly."
Coming back to the system, a message appeared.
[Hail awards you a Max Level Video Game Talent.]
It was such a simple word, but the gravity those words hold can't compare to its simplicity. He can now proudly say that he is a genius.
A genius of the stock market is nothing compared to a genius of video games in terms of coolness and its ability to become famous. Though the ability to be a genius on the stock market is a surefire way to become a tycoon—a secret tycoon, to be exact—he wouldn't tell anyone about the money in his pocket. What he'll show the world is the money in his hands; he's truly a secret tycoon. This is something a person living an ordinary life can think of.
Cringe, but who the hell cares? The best thing a human can do is be true to themselves; without that, our lives are as good as dead.
"A Max-level video game talent, eh? I'll check it out tomorrow. There's probably a lot fewer people because it is a global holiday." Gerard reasoned.
Most of the people will be going back to their families, but this thought can't help but make Gerard smile bitterly.
He sighed as he longed for it.
The day continued without a hitch; Chris was busy learning all the things he could learn for the whole afternoon. He needed information now before anything else.
Zy was busy grinding. She didn't bother with Chris, for she was afraid that he was still mad because his character had died earlier because of her snooping around.
Gerard continued doing his job; there was no major problem. There wasn't even a problem, if he were to be honest. The whole day just flowed smoothly with no mishaps.
At around 5:00 pm, Bandit came downstairs after what seemed to be a long nap.
"It's now 5:00; you can now go, Gerard. I'll be taking it over now." Bandit smiled.
Gerard nodded and gave a word of thanks to Bandit.
"Don't forget that you'll pay for that kid over there until he goes out," Bandit reminded Gerard as he pointed in the direction of Chris.
Gerard could only smile helplessly as he assured Bandit that he wouldn't forget anything that had happened today.
It really was a long, hectic day. After he woke up, he discovered that he now had a system that he could use; he gained a max-level skill to act as a starter pack from the God of Light. He had eaten the most delicious food he had ever tasted—probably the best he would ever eat.
Right after all of that, he won the war with the Smith Corporation, and it was done by a huge margin. The latter couldn't even retaliate with over 300 employees. Now that he has gained another max-level skill, he is really thrilled; it is just the first day that he has acquired a kind of superpower, and he can already be regarded as a genius by the common folk.
He can now die without regrets—oops, he can now rest without rest.
Gerard went outside and sighed. It was still very cold outside. It was so cold that he can even see his own breath already; with every breath he makes, smoke can be seen coming right out of his mouth.
If a person did not know anything about the reason for it, they would think Gerard was a smoker.
Gerard walked to slightly alleviate the coldness that is enveloping his body. He kind of wanted to take transportation towards the downtown area but he figured it would be efficient if he just walked there.
Firstly, the heat generated from the motion will help him withstand the cold. Second, it was a form of endurance and exercise as well.
He had survived a year without being fed properly; it was a miracle that he didn't look too skinny. Why would he not be able to withstand this little cold.
As if on cue, the breeze struck him.
"F**k, I'll just not say anything then!" Gerard was horrified. Was nature as despicable as humans?
He continued on walking but stopped in front of an establishment. There was a sign that indicated there was a mini competition for Banzrant PvP held by an energy drink shop.
Gerard was weirded out because he didn't think there was a connection between an energy drink and a computer game. It was more understandable if the game was for athletes such as those of basketball, badminton, etc.
The announcement also mentioned that they don't need to pay for it because it is just a friendly competition. It said, in addition, that those who have no account can use a guest account to participate.
The start of the mini competition was nearly 20 minutes away, and Gerard was now thinking fast about what he would do.
On one end, he wanted to play with his account; the problem is that he hadn't even made one yet.
On the other hand, he wants to avoid revealing himself during the actual competition sponsored by the company that created Banzrant.
After weighing both options, he decided to go with the latter and bought a facemask to at least disguise himself, even if it was only a little.
10 minutes before the start, he was now dressed up. Though Gerard wouldn't call this "dressing up," he is just wearing a facemask for goodness' sake.
He wanted to cry. How is this a disguise? This would only work in stupid people, of which there should be none.
He went inside the establishment; it was quite crowded, actually. It was the same size as DoubleZ Gaming Shop, but the number of people using the computers was double or triple that of the former. He wanted to console Bandit in these moments.
After consoling Bandit in his mind, he began to be aware that it's quite incredible to have this kind of setup by just selling an energy beverage. Its background must not be as mediocre as just selling beverages; the owner must have a rather high background.
Gerard went ahead to the registration area and filed his name. He was asked if he had an account, but he said that he plans to make one after the competition.
After that, he was given a computer to play with.
A few minutes later, an emcee went to the front and announced the start of the tournament after a brief message.
Gerard didn't want to listen to boring talks, so he only looked at his screen.
When the emcee announced the start of the tournament, his screen froze for a minute before words appeared saying:
"The opponent has been found!"
Gerard didn't know what class he was using, but his curiosity was killed when he noticed a sword in his inventory; it was more like a rapier than a knight's sword.
There is a sub-group of knights called "Medieval Fencers." They focus on stabs rather than slashes.
After equipping the rapier, he waited for his enemy to attack. With him playing for the first one, it would be nice to just wait and analyze the patterns of the enemy.
A few seconds had passed, and his enemy couldn't control it. Gerard's enemy is most-likely a tank. How could Gerard tell? It was very easy—the common trope of tanks.
Big body, big weapon or shield; in this case, his opponent is carrying a gigantic war hammer.
Gerard figured he would die if he got smashed by those.
If only he were to be hit, though. A grin crept up Gerard's mouth.
He waited for his enemy to enter a certain radius, and then, by the angle and direction of the swing, he was able to dodge the attack. The Warhammer stuck to the ground
It was even done with little to no effort, just a slow but fluid mechanical speed.
His enemy couldn't believe it and lifted up the Warhammer, though he could not fully carry it. Gerard jumped onto his opponent's Warhammer and proceeded to bombard him with skills.
