Chapter 3
Development Strategy
[No, Host, you have not.]
Norman heard the steadfast voice to him, and as he ingested the data, he found the idea of "immigration." It implied that the once-well known playboy of the nightlife had died and presently wound up occupying the body of a drunkard youngster.
;Is this a trick of some sort or another?' Norman second guessed himself, however he immediately understood that the voice reverberating in his mind and the distinctive recollections couldn't be crafted by a simple clown.
He fell quiet, mulling over the circumstance for quite a while, before a miserable grin crawled across his face. "Haaaaa," he let out a long murmur, his demeanor mirroring a blend of sentimentality and acknowledgment. "I will miss you, women, however since I have died in your reality, there's nothing anyone can do about it. It appears to be that God has decided to move me to this new world to satisfy the cravings of this world's women. In this way, farewell, my dear women. I Genuinely want to believe that we meet by and by in some pleasant spot, ideally paradise."
Norman, having acknowledged his destiny in his past world, pursued a firm choice to abandon everything related with that life. While he didn't have a lot to clutch in that world, there were ladies who cherished him, despite the fact that his affections for them were not responded. He really wanted to feel a hint of misery, abandoning them and wanting to take them with him.
Since early on, Norman had been attractive yet stranded, which drove him to persevere through troublesome times. As he became older and, surprisingly, more attractive, on one occasion a respectable woman saw him while he was working and offered him cash in return for an evening of enthusiasm. He acknowledged the proposition, and that obvious the start of his excursion as a companion.
He took in the specialty of charming ladies' hearts and in the end wound up enrolled by perhaps of the best whorehouse in his reality — the Night castle. He partook in his life there, enjoying experiences with wonderful ladies who were ready to pay for his organization. Numerous men would have begrudged his situation. Notwithstanding, after some time, he became disappointed. While he partook in the actual parts of his way of life, he longed for a feeling of control and organization. In that world, he felt that his life was administered by cash, destitution, liquor, and the cravings of different ladies.
As considerations of his past world's recollections reemerged to him, Norman shook his head, ascending from his seat with a decided articulation. "I will carry on with life according to my own preferences in this world. Nobody will direct the way that I ought to live from this point forward."
In any case, his assurance was before long hindered by the mechanical voice by and by.
[Presently, Host, you have an unmistakable comprehension of your circumstance. The framework will give you your first quest.]
[Journey: First deals target
Target: Procure 500 Omni Tokens.
Reward: One Essential Material Information Book.
Length: 30 days.
Discipline: Loss of freedom.]
Norman looked at the journey board, dissatisfaction obvious in his voice as he shouted, "I'm the proprietor! For what reason am I being constrained to attempt these undertakings? Shouldn't I have the power to assign them to another person?"
[In this world, the framework assigns you as the proprietor in name as it were. You are bound as a worker to the framework, and inability to finish this journey would build up your situation as a slave.]
Norman's mouth opened in awe, yet no words arose. He stammered, battling to explain his considerations. "You... you... you're a miscreant... a hooligan... There's something wrong with this. I have my privileges! I'll prosecute you. Where is your administrator?" Norman, overpowered by shock, started to carry on like Kevin, diverting his own disappointment.
The framework didn't answer his Kevin like fits of rage, making Norman, battling to control his disappointment and shame, looked for explanation by inquiring, "What precisely are these omni tokens?"
[Omni tokens act as the money inside the Omnistore have. Each omni token holds a worth identical to 100 units of the cash utilized in the reality where the host presently resides.]
After hearing the framework's reaction, Erwin quickly determined the circumstance in his psyche. Dissatisfaction and outrage gushed inside him as he shouted, "50,000 worth of things? Simply glance around! There aren't so much as 5,000 units of product in this shop. How could I should make 50,000 in only one month?"
Norman's alarming revelation from his ancestor's recollections uncovered that this store was battling and nearly conclusion. Thus, the youthful young proprietor turned to drug to reduce the aggravation of destitution that his dad had caused upon the whole family, an aggravation that ultimately prompted his dad's inauspicious downfall.
The small child's name was Kevin, and his disdain towards his dad ran profound. It wasn't exclusively because of their unfortunate state, but instead in light of the fact that his dad was a drunkard who might expose them to actual maltreatment while impaired. Norman couldn't resist the opportunity to shake his head in dissatisfaction, as he saw Kevin emulating his dad's example, suffocating his distresses in liquor and making a beeline for his own passing.
Yet again norman dove into Kevin's recollections, expecting to figure out how to obtain significant things available to be purchased. Notwithstanding, his pursuit demonstrated unproductive concerning material belongings. However, inside the immense region of recollections, he coincidentally found a specific memory that filled him with fervor. He found that the occupants of this world had phenomenal capacities known as superpowers, which could be accomplished through an interaction called development.
Yet again in a brief snapshot of cognizance prior to capitulating to obviousness, Norman reviewed that the framework had gave to him a gift to choose any development strategy. A wide smile extended across his face as he understood he presently had a development method. It was a chance development, for Kevin's dad had been a cultivator himself, with a procedure he expected to pass down to Kevin. Be that as it may, consumed by his hunger for power, he had lost the strategy with his development, diving into an existence of inebriation.
Had Kevin's dad not lost the strategy, Kevin would have turned into an imposing cultivator. Albeit the development method his dad had was of Earth Mid Position somewhat higher from least, it still far outperformed his own common capacities.
With an energetic grin, Norman enthusiastically asked, "Framework, where could I at any point see my development strategy?"
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