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It was by far the most annoying thing I had done today, more bothersome than repeatedly climbing up and down multistory buildings like Aracnid-man, more annoying than being soaked to the bone because of the rain, and more irritating than having to smell the foul stench of a teenager who hadn't bathed in god knows how long surrounded by week old trash and half eaten food.
Acting as a middleman between the customer and airlines/hotel agencies, a travel agent would use their extensive contacts and connections to do what we, in the future, would do from our computers.
In addition, the damn thing disintegrated before even reaching halfway through its already short lifespan, and around 4 feet after leaving my hand; it was already no more dangerous than the mythical attack known as...pocket sand.
Floating just in front of my extended index and middle fingers was my very first Geo-Bullet. My thumb was pointing toward the sky, and the giddiness I was experiencing was completely apparent on my face.
The evil gleam in Luthor's eyes began to shine even brighter. He had a very calculative and mathematical mind, and the Inn, as impeccable as it was, was full of inefficiencies. Of course, that was not the Innkeeper's fault, but a result of the workers, who he found lacking.
"Mother fucker, that hurt…" jumping jacks, pushups, sit-ups, it was all going well until I tried executing some sprints from one side of the tunnel to the other, only to end up falling face-first into the ground thanks to my legs moving WAY faster than I was used to.
The goal was to cut down the difference between my full-strength throw and the ceiling, and the method I devised was…my super secret, dark secret, awesome ancient technique…ok, it's a dumb name, but I was mainly trying to hype myself up.
Watching Riley and Yumiko's plane leave the tarmac, my mind drifted off to the coming year and the combination of physical training along with gathering the funds I needed to achieve if I wanted to complete my Event Quest.
In my hands, a fork, butter knife, hell, even a spoon could become a deadly weapon, meaning I was approaching something I had been waiting for for years now: Leveling Up.
'I wonder if she will even remember that I'm out here or end up going to sleep without putting me down for the night,' I thought while lobbing the ball extra hard, causing it to rebound back to my hand faster than a normal basic human could pull off.
{Step 1: Accumulation: The User must absorb particles through one of the many known ways, be it breathing, through their pores, or ingesting resources filled with abundant particles.}
Sure enough, upon reaching the said tree, I noticed an old man wearing a woolen robe. If I had to describe him in one or two words, it would be Wisened or Ancient Mage.
'I've literally spent the entire day considering what option to pick…and yet I am still hesitant to choose either or, damn it. TO HELL WITH THIS; I'M JUST GOING WITH PHYSICAL!' Throwing my hands up in defeat, I clicked on the Physical Circulation Skills tab and was greeted by thousands of potential options.
'A red and blue onesie with the world-famous Fighter Rangers printed across my chest. I knew I shouldn't have relived my action of running around the room singing, "GOGO FIGHER RANGERS!"'
'Alright, filter time, there ain't no freaking way I am sitting here and scrolling through what could be MILLIONS of techniques. The shops have anything you can imagine, from Techniques based on Anime or Novels to ones from ancient history or different martial arts.'