Frizz felt sad and furious. He had thought he could handle those two carjackers, but the sight of a gun froze him in his tracks. He had never felt humiliation like this before.
For him, the worst part was the people telling Frizz that everything would be okay. The crowd was giving assurances that the authorities are already on it, that you just need to wait for the results. He hated being pitied on, whether it was genuine or not.
Despite not being combative or strong, he despised being perceived as weak.
After filing an incident report with the help of a polite police officer, Frizz asked if he could have a copy of the footage and wrote his email address on a note.
"Thank you for your help, officer," Frizz said, but with a hint of dishonesty.
"We can give you a ride home if you want," a kind police officer offered, smiling softly in understanding.
"No, it's fine." Frizz turned him down, walking away from the police station with heavy steps.
The police officer stopped him, tugging his sleeves. "About those two who robbed you, we did try to chase them once before, but they got away. We still don't know where they live or operate from, so don't get your hopes up."
Frizz couldn't help but glare at the police officer, the word 'incompetent' briefly flashing through his mind. "You're doing your best at the very least."
He got on his electric bike, opened the little compartment near the dashboard, and pulled out a spare key, and then headed home while occasionally gritting his teeth and cursing.
Twenty minutes later...
Frizz arrived at his house. He dismounted from his electric bike and looked at the cloudy night sky. He sighed heavily as he rubbed the back of his neck, a clear indication of his stress and anxiety. He checked his watch, and it was now 11:01 p.m. He straightened his sling bag and approached the gate until a notification popped up before him.
[System]
Objective complete.
Stop the carjackers: 1/1.
Rewards: 130 experience.
New Name is now level 4.
Select a perk: [Reckless Approach II], [Language Subtitles], [Fast Healer], [Telekinesis].
Frizz glared at the system notification with a raised eyebrow and a slightly opened mouth; he exhaled in disbelief.
The miraculous system had slightly distorted his perceptions; earlier he had seen himself as a failure of a protagonist.
Failing the first meaning quest or objective yet...
The objective-complete notification popped up, congratulating him for his apparent success.
"Why did this pop up? I didn't stop them," he questioned, pausing for a moment, then suddenly realizing the reason.
"Wait a minute." Frizz paused.
"They didn't manage to steal the car; they fled empty-handed. I was so focused on the '0/2' counter, thinking I had to fight them to complete the objective.
"But all I had to do was stop them from taking the car." He reasoned, finally understanding the 'true' objective and cursing his reading comprehension.
He laughed, chuckling at his own misunderstanding. "All this time, I could've just called the police or at least shouted at those idiots, and they would've run off."
"How could I have been so dumb?" He lightly tapped his left temple, shaking his head. The window of his house suddenly opened, sliding and revealing a recognizable.
It was his older brother, Weng, annoyed from the muttering. "Shut up! Are you going to come inside? What are you mumbling about!?" his older brother shouted, reprimanding him.
Frizz's face blushes, reddening from the shame. "Ah, yeah, I'm coming."
He dismissively waved at his brother, who slammed the window closed, looking away.
"But first... which perk should I choose?" He considered the options.
"Telekinesis, no doubt. The other choices are lame. But... Reckless Approach II?" He eyed the choice, taking a mental note of the fact that you can upgrade perks.
"System, give me telekinesis." He finally decided, entering his house and leaving his shoes on the stand.
[System]
New perk acquired: [Telekinesis].
Displaying descriptions:The ability to influence your surroundings with your mind. The user can attract and repel objects weighing up to 10 kg within a 20-foot radius.
Frizz exhaled, tossing his sling bag onto the couch. "Now that's a good perk." He commented, briefly spotting his younger brother passing by.
"Ryan, bring me a can of root beer!" He ordered to his younger brother, heading upstairs in excitement, eager to utilize his new ability.
Frizz entered his bedroom, instantly collapsing on his bed and not bothering to change his clothes. The earlier mugging had mentally stressed him, physically frustrated that all he could do was comply.
His phone, albeit old, was stolen, and most of his money was gone, surrendered to the thugs. Despite being granted a miraculous system, he had failed in stopping those two, causing a massive sting to his ego and pride.
"The footage should be in my email by now." Frizz rose up, anger flickering in his eyes.
(I'm going to find those two and make them pay for humiliating me.)
"Here's your can of root beer," Ryan said, peeking in through the door.
"Put it on the table," Frizz instructed, gesturing at the nearby surface.
Ryan set down the can and added. "Weng said that you should eat dinner; it's still warm."
"Already ate, not hungry, and close the door." Ryan promptly left the room, half-closing the door on purpose because of his older brother's rudeness.
"Damned brat, can't even do one thing right." Frizz seethed, standing up to close the door until realizing his new telekinetic capabilities.
He held out his hand, focusing and imagining closing the door, and the door then promptly closed, slamming the door frame.
*Clack!* The doorknob's lock flipped, causing a smile to form on his face. "Huh, neat."
Frizz's eyes turned to the can of root beer, roughly seven feet away; he willed it to go to his hand.
*Shoop!* The can flew into his grasp like a magnet; he opened it and drank it.
"Just a little more, and I'll be the strongest."
Frizz smacked his lips, thinking that the footage must've been sent by now. He turned on his computer, opening his emails, and there it was, a downloadable clip of earlier events.
(The police were already aware of him and his gang, yet he is still free. Incompetents.) Frizz cursed the police officers, seething at their incompetence.
Frizz slammed down the can of root beer, producing a small crack in the table. "Those two will regret crossing me; I will make them pay."
"Rob them of everything that they have. Taste their own medicine."
Frizz downloaded and played the clip. The clip started around the time when he raised his hands up in surrender, a sight that churned his stomach, feeling frustrated by it.
He suddenly closed the preview, unable to watch it any further since it was still fresh in his mind. He tried zooming in on their faces, but it was too blurry.
Frizz turned off the computer and returned to bed, silently accepting the fact that it'll take some time for him to get revenge. The anger still simmered within him, unable to properly vent it.
Instead of mulling about it, he collapsed on the bed again.
(Tomorrow's problems are for tomorrow's me), he thought, forcing himself to sleep.