My Pick Up Artist System Novels & Stories

A price tag was beside each one, ranging from tens of thousands of dollars. There were also status bars: pending, delivered, and received. “Shit,” I muttered, covering my mouth. “It’s like a black market... for students of the Elite.” I felt sick. Cade leaned back, rubbing his face with one hand. “This is what he’s building the system for,” he said. I nodded slowly, unable to speak. My vision blurred. And then I saw another name. Jaxon’s father. I clicked on it—more footage.

Chapter 2 (SYSTEM STARTED) Arsenio opened his eyes slowly. Several times, his eyes narrowed because of the blue light that looked very bright, which then brought up a notification window in front of him. Arsenio rubbed his eyes, not believing what he had just seen. [The Strongest Mafia System] [Accept] [Yes No] To answer his curiosity, Arsenio pressed [Yes]. Even though he was a little hesitant, the man didn't have anything else that could make him feel disappointed. Running out of money, dumped by his lover, and on the verge of death. The man had experienced it all.

Barely eighteen hundred credits total after equipment costs, handler fees, and the various taxes the system extracted. Eighteen hundred credits for risking my life forty-three times. The Entertainment Circuit paid better, but that was gambling. Win big or lose everything. I’d seen Hunters bet their last credits on fights they couldn’t win, desperate to advance faster than the system allowed. Most of them died broke. I stared at the ceiling and wondered if this was what Eugene had felt. This grinding exhaustion. This knowledge that the system was designed to break you slowly while pretending to offer hope. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.