I Didn't Choose the Gangsta System, the Gangsta System Chose Me

"Right…"

Joren stopped in his tracks and faced his fear head-on. What a brave man.

"I called ya out here to tell ya sum smart words."

'You mean, wise words….'

"Enlighten me, Gangsta God." Joren respectfully said.

"Haha, funny guy." the man laughed as the edge of his lips curled up a little, "B'fore sum smart words, how's life doing, man?"

'He's asking me that?'

It was out of nowhere.

"Feels a little rush, but I'm all in for it." Joren honestly replied.

The man on the throne comfortably leaned back as he crossed his legs, finally covering up the obscenity, making Joren sigh in relief.

"Found any problem along d'way?"

"There's this God who's been lusting on my woman. I'm actually on my way to Camelot."

The man slowly nodded, "In a man's life; money, power, and women are the most important, doncha think?"

Joren raised an eyebrow, "Yes,"

"But, for ya, what's d'most important?"

The man asked with an expectant and smug smile.

"Power" Joren didn't have to think twice. That was the first thing that came into his mind.

"Gotcha, so here's sum smart words from yo Gangsta God."

A mic materialized in the man's hand as a beat came out of nowhere.

Joren looked around as the lights turned colorful, as if they were at a party. He knew what was coming.

<Listen to yo God, come, listen~>

The man then spoke along with the beat, and with fast words, he continued.

<You, Joren Vierei, the next generation. Chosen out of all men from every nation. A gangster at heart and from birth, you seek one and only one dream. A master of all that is worth, who speaks truth down to the extreme.>

Joren frowned as he noticed his foot was tapping onto the floor.

<Pursued wealth without any hesitation. Risen are you against imagination. Disaster will never be dearth from bleak paths you have in mind deemed. However, still man made from dirt, you who cannot be supreme.>

A nerve suddenly popped out of Joren's forehead. He should've expected an insult there.

'Is he… picking a fight?'

<For a mortal, it is fit to hit his limit. From the peak to the bottom of a pit. You've given up, not so tough, had enough, drained luck, a laughingstock, has strength cap, life now suck, no fuck, and that's a fact, now if too late, you'll get cucked!>

The mic was then dropped.

<Whooo–! Gangsta God, you're so cool!!>

Joren glanced at the fish fangirling the man. However, he couldn't deny that those were sweet rhymes as well.

'I don't know where are the 'smart' words from there, but it's good.'

Joren then clapped while acknowledging the man's rap.

"Now, ya tellin' me, ya defeated Cerberus, man?"

Finally, there's the suspicion. Joren had also expected this when the rap turned against him. How can a laughingstock like him defeat an immortal beast?

"Yes," Joren simply answered.

"How?"

The man's face went from chilled to serious.

"With the System and the gun."

"Still… giving ya these stats too much. Yu'll overload."

"I think I can withstand it." Joren said, not knowing why this man doubted him when he had already reached five digits in Toughness.

'Or, wait…'

"Gangsta God, have you seen my stats yet?"

"Yup, but don't worry. It'll get fixed right away, man."

Hearing this, Joren restrained his laughter.

"It's not broken, though."

"What'd ya mean? It's clearly broken. Stats say ya have ten thousand toughness out of nowhere. Tell me that's not broken."

<Umm, Gangsta God…>

At this moment, the fish entered the conversation.

<That wasn't an anomaly. Joren does have that stats.>

"... I'll fix the fish later too, just be patient, man." the man waved his hands. Since the fish is part of the System, if the System is malfunctioning, the fish will too.

"Sorry for this blunder, must'b cause of me dying soon." the man reasoned.

"It's not necessary. It's really not broken." Joren shook his head with a gentle smile.

Noticing this smile, the man frowned. He looked at Joren's stats and found some of his stats were still abnormally high in contrast to others.

Furthermore, Joren's Thugness says 830, which is the most abnormal of all. The man's Thugness was only at 1,520, and he's the Gangsta God. Although it had diminished since his prime state, he had gone through a lot to obtain that number of Thugness.

"Are you saying that you've achieved something equivalent to Thugness 830 in less than a quarter of a year?"

The Gangsta God doubtfully raised a question.

'830?' Joren has only looked at his mission tab since he last saw his stats after becoming a human.

"Must be because I defeated the Cerberus."

"No, I'm being serious here."

"Why don't you try giving me the rewards for my mission if I will explode or not?" Joren challenged. He was beaming with confidence. Why wouldn't he? It's true that he defeated Cerberus.

However, the Gangsta God remained skeptical.

"If this a bluff, ya will die."

"Is the Gangsta God back off?"

Joren provoked. Before the fish could reprimand Joren, the Gangsta God replied.

"I've confidence in ma'self. But I've no trust in ya."

"I've got trust in myself. Try it. If I'm so weak as what you roasted me, you should just kill me now and get another candidate."

'It's not like I want to be a Gangsta God anyway.' Joren internally said to himself.

Of course, he doesn't have any intentions to die.

"Makes sense, aight, I'mma give it to you."

The Gangsta God was finally convinced and gave Joren his reward.

[Mission Complete: Accept Reward?]

With a thought, Joren received the reward. He could feel the power surging within him before he looked at his stats.

Meanwhile, the Gangsta God froze upon seeing that Joren didn't even flinch at the power integration. These stats can make an average human into a monster in an instant. At the very least, Joren should've groaned or something.

'Is his foundation too solid?' he thought.

Back to Joren, he was pleased with the new stats. Now, he wouldn't have much problem with stamina and agility.

[Name: Joren Vierei]

[Race: Human]

[Title: Drug Lord]

[Level: 30]

[Experience: 000/50,000]

[Health: 350/350

Toughness: 10,832

Strength: 3,170

Agility: 324

Stamina: 336

Talent: 367

Thugness: 830

310 Free Stats Point]

The change was tremendous. He did feel a little awkward when his Toughness and Strength were abnormally great, especially the former but now, it was manageable.

"In less than a quarter of a year, ya defeated Cerberus." the Gangsta God sighed, realizing that he lost confidence in the System's reliability for a moment there. He should've trusted it more. After all, he made it himself.

Joren cheerfully smiled and felt like he could tolerate the Gangsta God more now.

"Aight, that was ma'bad. Ya can go now."

After seeing the Gangsta God give him permission, Joren was more pleased to leave. Returning to the real world, Joren would laugh upon waking up.

"Haha… ha… hahaha…."

<Oh no, he's still high… how was he able to convince the Gangsta God with that state of mind? He seemed so normal earlier…>

The fish asked itself, but there's nothing it can do from then on and just disappeared when a knock could be heard in front of the door.

Joren suddenly felt deja vu.

He stood up and opened the door to see who was there.

'Who's this handsome man?'

They both asked themselves. A tall suave blonde man was standing in front Joren, thinking if he knocked on the right door.

"Who're you?" Joren asked with drunken tone.

"Sorry, I must've knocked on the wrong door."

The blonde man apologize but seeing the number again, he returned.

"Are you Joren?"

The blonde man asked the wobbling man.

"Joren?" Joren looked around first before realizing who he was, "Ah, yes, it's me, Joren."

"W-what happened to you? So this is what you look like when your face is relaxed." the blonde man licked his lips.

"Sorry, not into that…" Joren waved his hand before asking again, "Who're you?"

"It's me, Jack. This is my human form. I'm a faculty member of the Myth Academy, of course, I have my human form."

"I-is that so…" for some reason, Joren couldn't doubt that this was indeed Jack, "Come on in."

"Oh, I'm the only one here? Where's the woman with you?"

"She's… she's sleeping."

'Is he drunk?' Jack's smile widened.

Kidrith, who was peacefully sleeping earlier, had her eyes opened wide. The danger she was feeling completely woke her up.

'Joren!'

She sat up and could hear two voices. She was unfamiliar with both. After all, she haven't heard Joren's voice while intoxicated.

At the living room, Jack stopped Joren from serving him tea after dropping the fourth cup.

"Why don't you just sit here and wait?"

Joren nodded and dropped onto the couch with a daze look.. He was completely out of himself.