I slowly approached the staff, wearing a blank expression and moving as if I was wandering aimlessly. But deep inside, I was slowly closing in on him, like a predator stalking its prey.
[Suggestion level 31 —> Level 40] [80%]
[Suggestion level 40 —> Level 41] [80.5%]
I decided to stop my attempts at increasing the suggestion level when I observed that each additional point only yielded a meager 0.5% improvement per points. As expected, the system doubled the price, a development I had foreseen. However, what caught me off guard was the extent to which the system seemed driven to maximize its profits.
It's like having a landlord who, the moment they catch wind of you getting a raise, decides to hike up your rent faster before you can buy the the new Iphone 15. The only hiccup in this scenario is that I don't even have a lease contract with my system, so I can't exactly take it to the system supreme court for its unfair overcharging antics!
"You're making more money? Hand over more rent," I could almost visualize my system calculating my skill points like a wealthy real estate mogul.
'I will prioritize gathering information for now,'I sighed, acknowledging that there were more pressing matters at hand.
As I got closer, I timed my movements with the his path to the restroom. It was crucial not to raise any suspicion.
When we reached the appropriate proximity, I unleashed my top-tier suggestion skill, which I had painstakingly leveled up to a whopping 80.5%.
At this point, I could manipulate people's minds so effortlessly that it felt like playing a game of "Simon says" with adults who had forgotten the rules ages ago. It was almost unfair, like beating a kid in chess when I have an ELO of 2500.
"Hey, turn off anything that can record our talk," I declared with all the charisma of a boss about to reveal my true power.
The moment he heard my voice, something remarkable happened. His eyes widened, and he seemed to be drawn into a trance, as if he had just glimpsed divinity itself for the very first time.
Ah, well, it seems my earlier description may have been a touch exaggerated. In reality, he simply nodded in response, much like my usual targets. It appears that my grandiose proclamation didn't quite have the earth-shattering impact I had envisioned.
"There's no voice recording device on me right now," he replied casually
"Good," I replied, relieved that our conversation wasn't being recorded. "Now, tell me everything about you guys. Who are you guys?" I asked.
"We are from the Cerebrum Korean Branch," he began, his tone serious and measured. "We are an organization dedicated to handling cases related to the Gifted," he explained
"Gifted?" I muttered to myself, pondering this unfamiliar term. The first thing that popped into my mind was that this organization dealt with autistic individuals who were considered "abnor...above normal individuals."
"Tell me more about this gifted ,"
"Gifted people are individuals who have managed to unlock more than 10% of their brain, enabling them to showcase extraordinary abilities like photographic memory, genius-level computing skills, and much more.
However, some humans unlock so much potential that they can no longer control their abilities, and it begins to affect their mind and they become more psychotic if they don't undergo treatment, "
'What the hell! I thought I was special! It turns out the reason I'm going crazier by the day is because the system keeps unlocking my brain!' I was speechless by this realization .
"I understand now, I'm actually a good human being, but the system has corrupted me. If I had a better system, I would have been a true gentleman with the ladies, and in no way would I take advantage of them. My system made me like this ,"
Unfortunately, it's too late for regret .
"So, this whole incident? Is it because of a gifted?" I inquired, eager to understand if the individual responsible for this mess was also one of the gifted. If that were the case, the power of this gifted person was far more powerful than I had ever imagined. Creating a virus as formidable as this one? Absolutely OP..
I can't help but wonder if my system will ever grant me such skills in the future. Goodness, I'd feel like a literal deity if that were to happen!
"Yes, the person responsible for this a Gifted with High Danger Ranking " he answered.
"Hey, how many levels of danger are we talking about here?" I inquired, curious to learn more about the danger levels associated with other Gifted.
"There are five rankings at present: No Danger, Normal Danger, High Danger, Very High Danger, and Super Dangerous."He replied,
"Wait, so this virus-like power is only in the 'high' category?" I blurted out, my eyes wide with surprise. If this is just 'high,' I shudder to think about what qualifies as 'Super Dangerous.' Merely saying the words made me break into a cold sweat – maybe I need some extra-strength deodorant for this conversation!
"Yes"
His response had me wanting to facepalm myself. Who did I think I was, declaring myself as some overpowered individual? I must have been channeling my inner superhero, Captain Imagination! Because I'm only OP in my own imagination.
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'Alright, think about this carefully. Perhaps I'm considered a 'Super Dangerous' myself? I mean, I do have the almighty system, after all,' I said, giving myself a little pep talk.
"So, what's my level then? A person who can totally manipulate thoughts like an absolute god?" I asked, a smug expression on my face.
"Normal Danger," he replied promptly.
"The hell! Are you asking for a beating? You think I'm only normal level?" I nearly raised my fist, tempted to give him a piece of my mind - or maybe more.
But after thinking it through, I decided against it. 'Don't worry, Zyden, you still have plenty of room for growth. I'm sure you'll reach that level in the future,' I thought to myself, realizing that I could still increase my mental power and acquire more skills to become even more formidable.
"Okay, give me your first and last name. From this point on, you will be working for me. After our discussion, you will resume your normal activities and forget about our conversation until I reach out to you again," I instructed, recognizing the need for discretion.
"Alright," he answered.
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