Novel & Cerita The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker

As much as she loved cats, she didn’t like the idea of becoming the cat lady. Shaking away the dark thoughts, Sam focused on the new employee her father was so excited about. From what she heard, the guy was supposed to be a big deal in the accounting world and her father was lucky to have gotten him to agree to work for the company. Sam’s only hope he wasn’t some cocky jerk that expected everyone to treat him with some kind of royal treatment. He probably was. He probably knew how much of a big deal he was and was going to make sure everyone knew it.

” “Let’s just give thanks that we have thwarted his plans. I’d better go. I will contact you in a few days with the Doctor’s information. Take care.” Vivian sighed as the phone went silent. Whenever she spoke with Clara, she would teleport back to when they were both operatives working menial jobs to gather information. She still marveled at some people's ignorance. The more powerful they are, the more carefree and careless they are around service workers. They disregard the fact that they have eyes and ears, too, and say whatever they want to in front of them as if they were invisible. She chuckled and rose, heading back to the others to update them. As she walked by the sandbox, Vivian not

I was running late so I had picked out whatever gear and clothes that I found and ended up looking very unprofessional for the task. Katy explained that this was an institute for those with the special ability to use the power of the soul, a rare talent. Such people are characterized by, not fitting among society, outcasted everywhere for their strange character or approach to things, unique traits, or way of thinking. They looked like every other ordinary person, but it was their beautiful way of thinking that set them apart from others. This place was a haven for all those people who had no place to call their home, it was a place for them to relax and be themselves while fostering their l

All the while dialing a number on his communicator, not sparing the men a second glance. Levi’s motto in life: if not my baby (…or someone important to my baby), I don’t give a shit. *** In this world, there were many difficult, laborious jobs, such as a miner, plumber, and construction worker. But if one had to name the most miserable job, the trophy would definitely fall onto the head of the unfortunate secretary of Astar Levi. Who was currently shedding metaphorical tears of blood in front of a room full of politicians waiting for their vice-city-lord who wasn’t coming. And she had yet to come up with a good reason to explain his absence.

They knew she couldn't leave it unfinished, couldn't walk away from partial information, couldn't resist the temptation to know everything even if it meant continuing to be controlled. *And the three larger jobs?* Ravyn typed. *What kind of operations are we talking about? I won't commit to anything that involves harming innocent people. I won't facilitate crimes that victimize children. I won't—* *You won't be asked to harm anyone innocent*, the response interrupted her. *All three jobs target people and organizations involved in trafficking, exploitation, or similar crimes. Think of it as weaponizing your skills for justice rather than profit. You'll be destroying the very networks that ma

he said in a low tone. “Yes?” The reply came deep and heavy through the speaker, the kind of voice that seemed to rattle the phone itself. Jacob’s voice trembled, then firmed. “I—I want you to handle a job.” “Okay. What’s the job?” Recko was infamous in Vereluxe: a lone-wolf enforcer, the sort rich men called when they wanted someone eliminated and quietly forgotten. Jacob didn’t care how it played out anymore. Adrian had humiliated him in public, twisted his arm, and—somehow—Jacob was sure he’d pushed Clara to break up with him. He wanted blood.

And me of all people? The other problem in this whole thing was that we were under a contract, and I couldn't terminate it since technically, no rules had been broken. If I hadn't been so nosy, I likely wouldn't have found out that he was SugarDaddy. I finished the energy bar and squeezed the wrapper in my hand. I couldn't resign from my job, because despite what I'd been going through because of it, it still gave me some sense of pride that I was a working class woman.

He was someone who couldn’t be coerced, only coaxed. The rest of my day crept by, devoid of any creative breakthroughs. Deep down, I loathed Jethro—the untouchable boss of the company. The thought of resigning crossed my mind more than once, but then I remembered how hard I had worked to get this job. If I quit because of Jethro's antics, I'd be playing right into his hands, and I wasn’t about to make such a foolish move.

But… The reality manipulator power is the weakest of them, is at least Level 5 The strongest? Level 9. He could change a kilogram of melon into Antimatter and blow a planet apart. That’s the extent of the reality manipulator when it comes to destructive measurement. Let alone the other use of the ability. If he’s willing, he could even change a simple door to the door that leads to the bedroom of the leader of some country and assassinates that leader without anyone noticing.