SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 47: Train Drama (Pt. 2)

"What’s your name and ability?"

Silence. No words.

Syril pretended he found something amazing on his screen, so he kept looking into, raising the phone higher and placing it closer to his face.

"Hey, yoooo!!" He tried again, but met another cold silence.

"Look at that," someone close whispered, nudging the person sitting beside.

"Bro is getting dirtied," a person said, loud enough for all to hear.

"Sorry, Brandon. He’s not into guys!" Another shouted.

The whole wagon laughed out loud, even Adam that was by his side couldn’t stop it; he burst into a laughter that made his stomach hurt.

And that... That was the turning point for Brandon. The words and the laughter stung so much that he became agitated.

He speedily grabbed Syril’s shoulder, pressing on Syril with his Super-strength.

"H-hi, I... I asked for your name and ability. Didn’t you hear me?" Brandon gritted his teeth, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, squeezing Syril’s frame as he spoke.

He dropped his phone.

Syril put his hands down, with the phone in them, and shifted his gaze to the hand grabbing his shoulder.

He didn’t even look at the face of the person. He only stared at that hand holding onto him forcefully.

"Get your hand off me," he simply said. No coldness, no deep, intimidating tone, no facial expression.

Just a simple instruction.

Yet, the young man didn’t listen.

"You haven’t answered my question yet."

"There’s nothing to answer. Let go," Syril again spoke calmly, and somehow, that had been intimidating to onlookers.

That was the blatant truth. Syril knew he couldn’t provide an answer without jeopardizing himself. If he outright told them his name and said he doesn’t have an ability, the results in the nearest future could be disastrous.

"Ummm, guys... You need to breathe. Relax!" Adam chimed in fearfully, hating the tension already building.

"Oh, I can breathe fine. Tell Mr. Mucho to answer me and everyone will be fine." Brandon responded without looking at the figure who spoke, much more interested in the ’adamant,’ pretty boy.

"You don’t wanna talk, huh?" Brandon asked, raising his voice high so everyone could hear. "I know your type! You don’t have a good ability and don’t want people stepping on your toes, right? That’s why you chose the bodybuilding path, right? That way, people are convinced you’ve got something nice and won’t pester you much, right?"

And just like that, murmurs spread like wildfire.

"Oh, that might be true."

"Is there really shame in that?" I’ve seen a lot of terrible abilities."

"Maybe his is more terrible than terrible."

"Poor guy. I feel bad for him."

Brandon was happy people were buying his words, smirking and exerting more pressure on Syril.

"Don’t worry, it’s fine. No one will make fun of you, okay? Tell me, pretty boy." He pouted his lips, trying to make a funny ’sympathetic’ face.

"I’ll say this again..." There. Finally, Syril’s patience was running thin, and this time, when he spoke, his voice had an edge that made one think twice.

"Let. Go. Of. Me." Syril dragged his words, emphasizing every syllable, each one louder than the previous.

"Ooou! Drama!"

"Try not to wet your pants, Brandon."

"Oh, I might just like this guy."

Bam!

That was it. The spark ignited. The Super-strength user had had enough already.

"You really think you’re tough, little piece of..." Brandon was about to lash out when an overshadowing voice echoed behind.

"What’s going on here?"

It was the train conductor.

"Anything wrong?" The adult asked again, scanning the faces of passengers for signs of discomfort.

"Nothing, sire." Brandon responded, slowly withdrawing his hand from Syril’s shoulder. "We were just acquainting."

He feigned a hearty smile and went back to his seat, assuring by saying: "All good, sire."

"Alright. Just checking." The conductor declared and moved on.

The tension dissipated quickly just like it had started.

But Brandon’s gaze never left Syril. He tried so much to avert his gaze, but it kept falling on the Mech Controller.

A storm is brewing.

Syril was aware. He was old enough to know that the likes of Brandon never give up easily. He knew it was far from being over.

He hadn’t even stepped into the college’s premises, and he already made a foe?

Well, nothing much he could do for now. He could only prepare ahead, be ready.

Now that the tension was gone, Syril had time to check what had been on his mind for a long time.

He was so busy the past night that he couldn’t check his system and complete his unfinished job.

Now that the whole of Almandale’s issue he had had been tackled, he could finally breathe well, put the past behind, and focus on the future.

’Open tab.’ He commanded.

The system’s interface popped up immediately, glowing with its characteristical blue sheen.

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[STATS.]

[Name: Syril Sylvester.]

[Age: 18.]

[Sexual Status: Non-virgin.]

[Race: Human.]

[Ability: Mech Control (SSS Rank).]

[Mana Point (MP): 82.]

[HP: 100.]

[Strength: 42.]

[Agility: 20.]

[Stamina: 50.]

[Charm: 11.]

[Ability Skills: Mechabeetle (Lv.1).]

[Special Skills: Scan (Lv.1). Silver Tongue (Lv.1).]

[Fighting Skills: Phantom Jab.]

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Syril smiled freakily. Luckily, the already sleeping Adam couldn’t notice his weird expression.

Why was he smiling?

It was growth, his growth. The recent missions he accomplished put him on a level that would rival or surpass most of his mates.

His MP had significantly increased, and the results were better than he could imagine.

He could now summon eight Mechabeetles and could also summon less and keep them out for long.

The great boost took effect from the rewards gotten from the major quest (Reward your benefactors) and the side quest (Defeat Finn and Spencer), which he got 20 and 10 MP from respectively.

Suddenly, Syril realized something.

’Raja, why were the rewards different? Let’s say the system randomly chooses rewards, why did the common reward from both missions differ? I got twenty Mana Points from the first quest and got ten from the side quest. Why?’

"Hmph! Here to bore me with your questions again?!"

’Lazy ass, why were you assigned to the system? Why are you its guide?’

"I... Just fuck off, little shit! To answer your question, Quests always differ. The level of difficulty determines the reward you’ll get. In essence, the higher the difficulty, the higher the rewards. The system is all about balance and equality."

’Hmm... Makes sense. Of course, the system is like that. So, the system believes seducing and having sex with Amanda and Sherry is more difficult than defeating Finn and Spencer?’

"Correctamundo, boy. The system knows all. It calculates difficulties accurately and awards proper rewards. You know, the system is with you always, sees all and notes all. Any situation or occurrence that demands your intervention or any event that is an opportunity for your growth, the system makes quests out of them. Essentially, your quests are unpredictable, and the rewards..."

’Unpredictable and deserving.’ Syril completed as understanding dawned on him.

"Right. It’s also important you know that your repertoire is what measures the difficulty. Some quests can be easy when your repertoire has a significant advantage, and other quests might be hard when your repertoire is slightly disadvantageous or not enough..."

"Maybe you’ll have quests that are way over your capabilities, with a very low margin of accomplishment and the rewards will be so great that it’ll seem you jumped from zero to hundred... Maybe."

Syril’s eyes widened with this revelation, adrenaline surging through his entire body. It wasn’t completely fear, it was half excitement, and maybe half dread. The idea of jumping from zero to hundred sounded so good that he began to fantasize quests.

"Pfft! Look at you. You haven’t finished what you have and you’re already thinking about some great missions in the future."

’Oh, right.’ Syril rolled his eyes and focused on the screen hovering before him.

’Let’s see..’

He grinned again upon seeing the new addition in the Special Skill. It was one of the rewards from the major mission.

[Silver Tongue: This allows the user to be highly eloquent or highly persuasive with his speech and desired to be heard. The skill is highly dependent on the user’s Charm. The higher your Charm, the greater the effect of the skill. Works for both genders.]

Now, that... Crazy!

And to know that the skill can be upgraded, it seemed very promising.

What would other levels bring?

But that wasn’t the only thing he could upgrade. His Evolution Buff made it possible for all skills to upgrade by continuous usage.

And Syril was close to leveling some.

"Check the specialized tab for skills," Raja instructed.

’Whoa, there’s that?!’ A surprised Syril asked.

He easily navigated to the tab as instructed.

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[SKILLS.]

[Ability Skills: ]

[1. Mechabeetle (Lv.1): EXP 35/100 to level up.]

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[SKILLS: ]

[Special Skills: ] 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

[1. Scan (Lv.1): EXP 70/100 to level up.]

[2. Silver Tongue (Lv.1): EXP 0/100 to level up.]

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[SKILLS: ]

[Fighting Skills: ]

[1. Phantom Jab: Leveling not required. ]

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’This is...’ Syril covered his mouth in awe. ’Awesome!’

"Hehe! I know, right?"

’I’m very close to leveling the Scan skill because I’ve been using it the most. My Mechabeetle is also following behind. This is too good to be true!’

"Oh, it is," Raja allowed himself a short giggle. "And that’s not all..."

"The system added a new feature."

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