Frizz searched the unconscious guard's body, looking for any valuables, and managed to loot an M1911 pistol, a wallet, and two magazines. He opened the wallet, hastily pocketing the cash, then holstered the pistol on his belt and back-pocketed the two magazines.
Lowering his visibility, he approached the door, crouching and hearing someone talking behind it.
(I either go in guns blazing or do it the sneaky way.)
"Best not to make a noise." Frizz opted for the silent approach.
*Knock!* He knocked, waiting for it to open as his left hand already formed a fist. Ready to uppercut anyone behind the door if it opened.
The door then opened. "Yes?"
*Thwack!* Frizz delivered a swift uppercut before the man could properly react, staggering him as he collapsed and barely able to catch him on time by clinging to the shirt and stepping on the foot.
He gently placed him down, trying not to alert the others.
Frizz searched the jacket. "This guy only has a wallet, not even a phone," he muttered, pocketing the money and discarding the wallet.
[System]
Enemy defeated: 20 experience.
"Turn off notifications for any experience gained now." Frizz grumbled, finding the notifications distracting and spotting a tiny plastic bag in the pocket of the unconscious guard.
Frizz picked it up, dangling it in front of him. "Salt or sugar? What is this?"
He squinted hard, scrutinizing what was inside. "Are these shards of glass or chalk?" he questioned, pocketing them away until he realized what he was holding.
"Wait, isn't this meth? It fits the description!" He whispered, flicking it away.
"Fuck!" A loud voice boomed from upstairs, someone angry. Frizz could hear the chatter of a person upstairs, likely on a call.
He headed for the stairs, reaching the second floor and peeking through a slightly opened door, spotting a lone figure pacing back and forth.
"That face, that's Baron Morales."
The pacing was heavy; the footsteps grumbled inside the room as Baron glared at his phone; he was on a video call with someone. "I've sent you two kilos; now pay up!"
"You said you'd pay via B-Cash. I haven't received it yet!"
"Look, from one friend to another, I understand skimming off the top. I understand trying to cut grams and using it yourself; we're in the same goddamned business." Baron roared, volume increasing.
"However, make sure you goddamned pay! This is serious fucking business. I don't want delays, and neither would you if you were me. Pay up tonight!" Baron ended the call, fuming.
"Guhhhh." The guard below grunted, waking up. Realizing that Frizz didn't have enough time to sneak around, he decided to enter.
Frizz barged inside, surprising Baron. "W-what!? Who are you!?" Baron asked in surprise, eyes darting toward the baseball bat propped on the bed.
In haste, Frizz charged at Baron, startling the drug dealer, and in turn tried to reach for the baseball bat, but he was a second too late. *Thwack!*
Baron was struck in the left temple, his head recoiling from the force and hitting the wall, cleanly knocking him out cold. "Money, money. Where's the goddamned money?"
Frizz turned to the nightstand, spotting several wads of cash, and then snatched the sling bag propped up on the wall, stuffing it full.
He opened the nightstand drawer, finding several wads of cash. "Jackpot! This should be more than enough." He mused. "It's not stealing if the money is illegal!"
Finished with the looting, he headed for the open window and spotted a baseball bat beneath it. (He used to play; I saw him play once now that I think about it.) He picked up the baseball bat.
*Bang!* The door violently opened, slamming against the wall.
"Hey you!" The two guards shouted. "You're fucking dead, asshole; you messed with the wrong people." The two of them threatened, brandishing their pocket knives.
[System]
[Reckless Approach] perk is active.
(Shit! I thought I turned that off!)
Frizz cursed at the accidental activation of his perk as the two men slowly crept their way towards him, ready to lunge and kill him if he suddenly moved.
(Combat. I shouldn't kill them, though. I should hold back my punches, enough to just knock them out.) He thought, confident he could take on the two but then suddenly realizing the new ability he acquired.
(Telekinesis! I have that!) Frizz held out his right hand, surprising the two, and forming a pistol gesture. The two guards paused, momentarily looking at each other with confused expressions.
They continued on their approach until everything around them started to float: the nightstand, the cabinet, the vase, the clothes, and the television. The guard on the right dropped his knife, slowly stepping back as the other one froze at the sight.
"Bang!" Frizz shouted, imitating a pistol. The several levitating objects shot forward, sending a barrage of furniture at the two guards as they tried to flee.
"AH!" "HELP!" The two shouted in fear as they were repeatedly struck, breaking the wooden railings behind them and falling straight to the ground floor.
The rather powerful force surprised Frizz, and he cursed himself; he didn't want to kill them. He looked down and spotted the two guards groaning in pain, their fall dampened by the shattered table.
The sight of them partly unharmed caused Frizz to exhale in relief, heading downstairs and bolting straight to the door. As he reached outside, a heavy feeling engulfed him, causing him to almost puke.
"This feeling, is this the side effect of that reckless approach perk!?)
Frizz forced himself to run despite the overwhelming penalty, passing by the four loud drunkards he encountered earlier, barely noticing him.
*Huff!**Huff!* Frizz stopped, almost kneeling and breathing hard, as he made a considerable distance. He turned around and spotted no one trailing behind.
The penalty wore off, suddenly feeling lighter and better. (It's gone.)
Frizz hurriedly undressed his white long sleeved shirt, revealing a grey shirt and taking off the balaclava mask and sling bag then stuffing it inside his electric bike's compartment.
He lodged the baseball bat he acquired between the electric bike's compartment and frame.
*Huff!**Huff!* "I need to make sure to turn that perk off next time," Frizz reminded himself, pedaling as rapidly and throttling the handlebar as hard as he could.
[System]
New Name is now level 5.
Select a perk: [Peak Physicality], [Efficient Spellcaster], [Enhanced Strength], [Sturdy Bones].
The system window appeared in front of Frizz, but he ignored it, leaving the area as soon as possible was the utmost priority, focusing on increasing his speed, pushing his electric bike to the limit.
Frizz grinned, sweating hard, wheezing through his teeth and not believing his luck lately. The fact that he robbed a drug dealer's house and was richer for it, increased his dopamine levels to the extreme.
"Yeah! Woah!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, feeling alive.
Seven minutes later...
Frizz wheezed, huffing hard and turning behind, smiling since there was no one following him. He darted to the system notification.
"System, give me peak physicality," he ordered.
[System]
New name received: [Peak Physicality].
Displaying descriptions: The perk user's body is now moderately closer to peak physicality, and thus all physical aspects are improved.
"System, status!"
[System]
Name: New Name
Level: 5
Experience: 10/130
Health: 30/30 (+14) [IGF+2] [DL+2] [AA+4] [PP+6]
Mana: 27/27 (+2) [DL+2]
Fatigue: 30/100 (nigh-peak)
Class: None
Physical Prowess = (high above-average human)
Magical Prowess = (average human)
Mental Prowess = (below average human)
Telekinetic Prowess = (novice)
Perks: [In Good Faith], [Daily Life], [Enraged], [Reckless Approach], [Gluttonous Approach], [Telekinesis], [Alcoholic Prowess], [Peak Physicality].
Talents: None
Frizz raised his brows, surprised at the added details. "Wow... Look at those new stats." He muttered in awe, smiling at the upgrade of his system.
"The more I level up, the more information is added, is that it?" He questioned, glancing at the mental prowess stat and causing his brows to furrow, somewhat offended. "Why is my mental prowess low?"
"I may not be that smart, but I am above average," he excused, denying the information and temporarily ignoring it, heading towards the convenience store to buy some refreshments.