Life Simulation: My Talent Is Wool-Chapter 17: A Simple Glance
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When Luan opened his eyes, his smartphone was receiving incessant spam messages.
Picking up the smartphone, he unlocked the screen.
1x Unknown Number: [You bastard, blocking me won’t help!]
18x Unknown Number: [You’ll pay for this, Luan!]
9x Unknown Number: [You’re finished!]
5x Unknown Number: [It’s your fault she left me!]
21x Unknown Number: [It’s all your fault!!]
1x Unknown Number: [(Drunk voice message): I’m going to kill you!]
1x Unknown Number: [<Location: Dez Maravilhas Nightclub>]
1x Unknown Number: [(Drunk voice message): If you’re a man, come meet me, I’m waiting for you!]
Luan blinked after seeing and hearing these messages.
The sender was none other than Ricardo.
Luan laughed coldly.
He thought to himself: ’Funny how much hatred he has when he was the one who stabbed me in the back.’
After sending a message saying "Go fuck yourself", he blocked the number.
But before blocking, just to be safe, he took screenshots and saved the audios.
It might be useful in the near future.
He then thought: ’Drinking this early in the morning... Taina left him?’
Putting that aside, since it wasn’t important, he left the room and went to the kitchen.
...
Later, he did not return to the Book of a Thousand Lives, but instead took a shower, then put on jeans, white sneakers, a black V-neck shirt and a white button-up shirt over it.
Outside the house, walking through the streets, Luan received some looks from different girls. Although he wasn’t any Adonis, he wasn’t ugly either. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Hearing the sounds of cars, random conversations, the smell in the air, mainly of cigarettes... Luan, who had gotten used to the silence and purity of the air in the Book of a Thousand Lives, inevitably began to compare.
Everything has its good and negative sides.
Pollution was one of the negative sides of Earth, but it was also more developed.
With a simple whistle, he could call a taxi and travel kilometers away, while in that world, the same amount of kilometers would take days, even weeks depending on the distance.
"Get out of the way!"
Luan stepped aside, and a young boy passed by him on the sidewalk using an electric scooter.
"Hey, watch out!!" A woman shouted.
"Go fuck yourself, you ugly bitch!" The boy yelled, showing his middle finger.
"Why, you..." The woman turned red with anger, but the boy had already turned the corner on his scooter, disappearing from sight.
While the woman was fuming with rage, the pedestrians simply ignored it, after all, it was just a teenager.
But for a woman, being called an ugly woman was an offense that would make her want to kill someone. The veins on her forehead became visible while her face turned chili-pepper red.
Shaking his head, Luan continued walking.
Sometimes he stopped at a corner store, sometimes he left empty-handed, other times with one or two shopping bags.
Almost two hours later, his hands were full of bags from different types of stores, but none from very well-known brands.
Stopping at a bench in the central square of the city, Luan took out his smartphone and clicked on the ride-hailing driver app icon.
Soon, a driver accepted his request, and the estimated time was 4 minutes until arrival where he was.
With only one minute left until the ride-hailing driver arrived, he hears an angry shout: "LUAN!"
Staggering, obviously drunk, completely red like Hellboy, Ricardo came furiously toward him.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Shouting while running, almost in a zigzag, tripping a few times, he got as close as just 20 meters away.
Upon hearing this, a simple thought came to his mind, and it made Luan recall the cold gaze of the Tyrannosaurus rex as if looking at all forms of life as insignificant, overflowing with contempt.
Luan said nothing, he just cast a glance at Ricardo.
"Uh?" Ricardo stopped.
Those eyes were so deep they could swallow a person whole. Ricardo felt as if he was being stared at by a fierce and ancient beast. His back instantly became drenched in cold sweat, and all his curses got stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single sound.
Ricardo’s mind was boiling: ’Is this still the same Luan I knew?’
It was as if he had become a stranger.
That look caused him more fear than he would like to admit. Even his state of drunkenness eased a little.
At that very moment, a car stopped. It was a white Sedan.
"Who is Luan Armstrong?" The driver asked.
"That’s me." Luan answered.
Tactfully, seeing him with the bags, the driver opened the trunk.
Shifting his gaze away from Ricardo, Luan placed the bags in the trunk.
*Bang*
When closing it, he didn’t even bother to look at Ricardo, opened the car door and got in.
Only when the car drove away did Ricardo, who was sweating cold, still frozen in fear from Luan’s gaze, come back to himself.
He turned toward the disappearing car, swallowing hard, and shouted: "Run away then, if you hadn’t run away, I was going to beat the shit out of you, you hear me?!!"
People around watching the scene laughed at him.
Many had seen what happened, after all, Ricardo’s earlier shout had drawn the attention of curious eyes. But seeing how he lost his courage with a single glance... Many didn’t hide their contempt and mockery, especially now.
"Hahaha! Did you hear what he said?"
"How hilarious~~"
"A fool, a coward who almost shit himself with a single look!"
"Hahahaha!"
"How dare you talk shit about me, I’m going to kill you!!" Red with anger and shame, Ricardo who was pushed to the limit, ran toward them.
"Huh?"
However, how could he be strong enough to go against several of them, especially while drunk?
In moments, he was surrounded, taking punches and kicks.
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!! I’m going to sue all of you, you, you, you worms... Ugh!"
Before he could continue shouting, he took a punch to the stomach with such force that he bent forward, almost turning into a ball, falling sideways to the ground.
*Spit!*
"Hah! Useless! Who are you trying to impress?"
Several of them spat on him and left.
Before leaving, some still gave him a few kicks.
All of that was recorded by store cameras, even some with their smartphones.
After all, since Ricardo’s first shout, instinctively those who liked to record and take photos had already taken out their smartphones and started filming. At first, they were disappointed, some even stopped recording, but there were two who recorded everything from beginning to end, posting the full video on the internet.
...
Unaware of what had happened to Ricardo, Luan arrived home.
After getting out of the car and taking his things from the trunk, he said: "Thanks. I gave you five stars and a tip, check it out."
"Thank you!" The ride-hailing driver smiled.
Entering the house, he took the purchases to his room.
