Chad drove his sports car into the school grounds and parked haphazardly in both the Principal and Vice Principal's lots. They didn't have cars so they didn't care that he would park there.
As soon as he stepped out with his Top Gun like image of cool. He was instantly swarmed with girls and guys from his clique groups: sports aces, models and rich brats. They were all his friends. And he didn't give two shits about them. But while money talks, he kept them on his leash to make his image look better and his stocks go up. Yes, he had stocks that relied 100 percent on him, which were called with fancy titles: the Crypto SPAC Fillers. The plebeian-bought CSF NFTs were rolling in the monies like that time it didn't stop raining floods in Dubai. In short. He didn't need daddy and mommy's money to be rich. But he sure as hell used the parent cash cow first. Being frugal meant ripping off your parents as much as possible before you had to dip into your own slush fund.
"Chad. I missed you at the party," a busty brunette coyly said as she clung to his arm. So much so her rge pair of tatas were pressed to his side, and near popping out of her soft pink cardigan. As attract and pretty as she was like Jenna Ortega, she stank with an overpowering sweet perfume.
Chad rolled his eyes and groaned when another busty D-cup girl wearing a skimpy outfit pushed herself onto his free side, and also wafting with strong perfume. He wasn't oblivious to the filthy looks and backhand whispers the lower css kids said about him as he strolled the school corridors. If he had to be honest with himself, having the girls to each arm was as good as having a pair of car deodorizers on his sleeves. It made him smell nice and kept the other girls away.
"Chad Rogers. You missed a hell of a party." The infamous Ashley Duncan stepped before him to block his path to his css.
"Don't care." Chad aloofly stated his truth to the gmorous pretty boy before him.
So, the thing about Ashley Duncan that most of Chad's circle talked about. Ashley had been revered as a near splitting image of Nichos Galitzine. Although, in Chad's view, Ashley's cheekbones were way more sunken to be almost corpse like, his lips look botox too much and his figure was too skinny. But he was constantly praised as being pretty, good-looking and whatever that the attention got to his head. Now he walked around like he was a big shot. But somehow he never had a girl on his arm. Chad figured most narcissists wouldn't know how to attract one.
[Enemy: Ashley Duncan
Level: 2
Css: Aristocrat
Soft Skills: Survival. Physique. Marketing. Strategy
Atk
15
Str
15
Int
55
Agi
35
Will
40
End
60
Minor Quest: Defeat the Pretty Boy at his game in five moves.
Award: Useful Simp
Gain: 1+ Sultan Influence]
System popped up with a series of stats before Ashley's face and an excmation mark of a quest objective fshed before his head.
Chad's eyes bulged at the man's endurance levels. He must have suffered some beatings to have it so high.
"So, how am I to defeat him?!" He thought. Surely he wasn't going to punch the man in the face right there and then. Chad maybe many things, but he certainly wasn't a man for violence unless absolutely necessary. It would mess up his hair.
The stat screen changed to the image of a pack of cards. The cards' face was a sleek bck surface with a red trident symbol within a triangle and circle etched on it.
The box was tipped to release the cards, which moved into a pile and began shuffling themselves. They were then spread in a fan formation with a glowing outline and hint for him to pick one.
At this point, Chad slipped out of the girls' hold. When he did, he saw that time had stopped. The only objects moving were himself and the cards.
[You have 3 seconds to pick a card or face self-destruction] System warned him.
"Fuck!" Chad compined. "How can you make me self-destruct? You're just bullshitting to make me do what you want. What happened to thinking time? Even chess allows a lot longer thinking time?!"
[Dear Mr. Chad Rogers. You are pying a Game of Fate. Fate moves fast. 3 Seconds…]
Chad felt his body go hot and feverish like he was truly about to explode. Fuck. If the genie's game was able to stop time, it could easily turn him into a puddle on the ground.
With this in mind, he pulled out a card. It turned over to reveal the Eight of Spades. System unlocked a codex that appeared before him to give better context of this card's meaning and purpose.
Eight of Spades
Impact
Influence power: grants the caster temporary full physical restriction on their target not limited to psychology, bondage, drugging and deprivation.
Useful to gain simp allegiance from susceptible targets.
Target HP Drain
100
Target Willpower Drain
80
Casting Cost
2 Willpower (one cost per py)
"Hmm. Is there an option to pick another card?"
[Yes. One return is allowed per card cycle. But be warned. There is no option to repick a repicked card]
Chad nodded. Sounded fair. And besides, the Eight of Spades seemed the perfect pick for the task to handle Ashley. He grabbed the card. It disintegrated as bck smoke, which seeped into his hand. Time resumed its course.
"Be careful, Ashley was spreading lies about you. Saying he was going to f-you-up because no one really liked you, and they only did because you were friends with him," whispered the Jenna look-a-like into Chad's ears.
[Minor Quest: Defeat the Pretty Boy at his game in five moves.]
Chad grinned and thought of pying the Eight of Spades in his hand. The card appeared before him and spped Ashley's unsuspecting forehead; disappearing into it.
"Oh, but Monica was asking for you. And I had the Tanner Boys interested in the Doggee Coins you were selling on BTube."
Chad frowned. The Tanner Boys were two sons of telecommunications tycoons. Most recently shareholders for space technology. They were also notorious for investing in crypto and social media applications. People who invested into their schemes generally profited, but he had a weary feeling about those pair of brothers.
"Just as well I didn't show."
Ashley frowned, not understanding Chad's resistance. The man had the Tanner Boys wanting to invest in Chad's business. Ashley thought to give his rival a helping hand and set up a meeting. In truth, he was ready to invest in an opposing venture to ensure Chad's holdings dropped a little and put the man in his pce of being beneath him. But when Chad didn't show, it put a damper on arrangements. He didn't know when the Tanner Boys would be keen to meet again. This slight needed punishment. Ashley decided to use his physical charm to make the guy look loathsome instead.
"Are you that bored with parties?" Ashley coolly adjusted his stance to be loftier and flicked back his hair.
"Yeah. They suck. Especially, yours."
Ashley's expression soured. He was unable to feel the hurt from Chad's statement. Especially, when the man said it with a no nonsense tone.
In Chad's vision, an excmation mark appeared with a ding over Ashley's head followed with a point's drop marked in red.
"Oh? I must've won a move. Hmm, this seems too easy." Chad inwardly chuckled.
Ashley pushed the L move aside and continued to size-up Chad who wasn't budging. But he would continue to make the man feel so awkward by having attention from another man, the girls would ugh at him. In his mind he was praised by the girls as a cool guy and had Chad bowing down to him. But in reality.
"You know what your problem is Chad. People just want your money. But I care for you more than that," he said coyly giving others the suggestion that the was coming on to Chad and Chad was reciprocating.
Chad burst with ughter. Ashley trying to hit on him to cause a scene was pitiful. And just how was having respect only because of money a problem? If anything, it made it easier for him to keep people in their pce and eliminate the rift raft with other rift raft.
"Um, duh. And your point is? Actually, let me show you how to give an insult. Take you, for example. You're the forgotten son of a clothing giant. Your mother decided you were too pin to be put into the spotlight. So, you remade yourself to look like a cheap knock off of Nichos Galitzine, dressed in basic style as I bet you had no idea how to be a trendsetter, and started pying the pyboy. When really, you're just a lonely narcistic wimp who probably cries himself to sleep at night about why nobody wants to be your friend. No. Buying affection isn't friendship, which you think all your parties are giving you. I'm surprised you haven't dyed your hair and compined on TikTok."
Naturally, Chad was expecting the man to vehemently counter the argument as absurd and offensive. He did sling a lot of stereotype insults under the sun at the man.
He eyes bulged with ughable shock when he saw the quest marker fsh above Ashley's downcast head and the number roll back to zero from four. Wait. He bested Ashley in less than five moves with insults? Was the man so low in his self-esteem he had no pride to stand up for himself?
The girls ughed and crudely said that Ashley had dyed his hair blue once when he protested about the national elections on TikTok.
Chad's heart thumped wildly. To be honest, he had just made shit up about the man based on what he had already known about him. Now he wasn't sure what to think about it all. At that moment, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Two points of willpower was taken out of his stat tally. Whatever, one thing was certain. Ashley had never been his rival, for his rival would've been able to take the insult and turn it into a best-selling webnovel.
[Minor Quest: Defeat the Pretty Boy at his game in five moves.
Award: Useful Simp
Gain: 1+ Sultan Influence
Quest Achieved
Points gained: 5
Level upgrade to 3]
"Sorry for living." Ashley shouted. The fshing NPC quest icon transformed into an overhead title [Lonely Boy Simp]
"Where's my useful simp?" Chad thought, feeling this game already broken.
Ashley sprinted away from his sight.
"What a loser." The Jenna Ortega look-a-like said as she brushed aside the moment and continued to be Chad's sleeve deodorizer.
