Scarlett was apprehensive at first and observed Joren's current state. At that present, she has observed three states. All three in one day.
The first state was the awkward yet gentlemanly Joren. The second, the perverted who assaulted her which still makes her blood boil every time she thinks of it. The last state was him being dumb as fuck.
After a while, she saw that he was back in the first state. With that in mind, she entered his mind.
"I'm tasked to help you in your daily needs. I must say first that this is not normal even for Abnormals. If you're an ordinary monster, the higher-ups would let you on your own. If your result of the test showed intelligence, they would not send me to help you."
What Scarlett didn't mention was that no one volunteered on this task except her. She didn't want it at first, waiting for someone to step up. However, knowing that Joren didn't have any sign of intelligence from the test, he's an Abnormal with unknown power, and just from the looks, he was pretty scary, no one stepped forward.
Having no choice, Scarlett raised her hand.
She glanced at Joren who looked like he just lost everything at first. But when she said something about her taking care of him, light shone from his eyes.
"Why are you so down anyway? It's not like you understand the severity of your situation."
Scarlett went to the kitchen and wore an apron.
Joren looked behind and saw her prepare what she was about to cook as if she had already lived there for some time already.
"Umm, are you going to cook?"
Scarlett sighed and nodded, "Yes, didn't I just tell you? I'm brought here to take care of you. Since you scored zero on the strength exam, the higher-ups thought you're not dangerous in any way."
She also omitted the part where she would observe him and report back to her superiors if there are some notable changes.
Joren's face lit up.
'What? Is flunking the tests actually the best thing I ever did in my life? If I'm not an Abnormal but a normal monster, they wouldn't care about me. I thought the two are the same.'
Scarlett noticed him staring at her, admiring her beauty. Blushing since this was also her first time cooking for someone, she tried to move the conversation on.
But before she could say anything, Joren asked.
"What is an Abnormal anyway? I thought the monsters and Abnormals are the same."
"They can be the same. It depends." Scarlett answered, "Abnormals, as the name literally implies, are abnormal to the world. To be clearer, you Abnormals are not part of any legends or fiction written in history books or said in any tales or legends. You are new and unknown."
"Hm..." Joren easily understood it, "So how did you locate me so easily?"
"The Secret Society tracks every living being. We have Argus Panoptes as the overseer, scrutinizing every single being. He is still serving Hera, Goddess of Marriage and whatnot wife of Zeus. Of course, it is still impossible for him to keep an eye on every single living being..."
Scarlett stopped and saw Joren's confused face.
"In short, we have a creature that can track you. But to track everyone, it has a limit and could only see if there's something within you. That information will be passed to a library that contained all information and if the librarian found no same result, you are now an Abnormal."
Joren was slowly following the situation he was in. He still had a lot of questions that he wanted to ask the system about like; what happens if he and the Gangsta System was found out?
However, he didn't rush and slowly digested everything.
They continued to talk until Scarlett finished cooking. She even cooked a share for her before they sat down and ate.
Joren learned so many things including what will happen to him now. The Mythical Academy is divided into nine levels. Only special kinds of legendary and mythical creatures are found on higher levels.
For example, a Dullahan, a terrifying headless rider that takes the soul of a living being. Even though it can be taught not to harm a human, it had to. It had to be brought to a higher level for further containment. While contained, they will do tests and experiments to try and reduce the creature's "harmfulness" to other living beings.
Within those levels were leagues. There are countless leagues subdividing levels. Each league is a city of its own right. Leagues are subdivided into schools and inside these schools are classes. This is the easiest to understand for Joren since it basically means a classroom in a school.
Categorizing a being based on their "harmfulness", strength, intelligence, and origin, there is a vast distribution.
And Joren is dropped at the very bottom. Harmfulness; zero, strength; zero, intelligence; zero, and origin; none.
If he was not an Abnormal, he wouldn't be in this nice house and with Scarlett "taking care" of him. He was only treated exceptional and special because he was an unknown that can potentially be used for the better, Scarlett said.
What if he had the power to suppress another being's power? If that is true, he will be the greatest contributor in the whole world.
After eating, Scarlett paused and looked at Joren in the eyes. With a glare, she asked.
"You should be able to bathe by yourself, right?"
"... huh?"
"I'm an agent and I do what my superiors told me to do. Since they specifically ordered me to help you in your daily activities, bathing is one of them. However, you can do it on your own, right?"
"..."
At that moment, Joren felt the urge to lie. Inside his head, his self named "desire" just waged war with his self named "morales"
Desire: 'You won't do anything to her! Just enjoy getting bathed by a beauty!'
Morales: 'I'm you! I know how big a lie that is!'
Desire: 'Why stop me? You have always been oppressing me for a long time, however, this is the day I will finally rebel!'
Morales; 'I won't let you!'
Joren had a serious expression as if he was determining a choice that would determine the rest of his life.
Scarlett's eyelids were dropping while her cheeks were getting rosy.
'He seemed to be fighting his conscience pretty hard.'
Joren's head began hurting when a winner rose.
Desire: 'Why? I'm so strong, I have great ambitions... why am I defeated?'
"It's because I still have respect and decency." Joren took a towel and walk away with a cool figure.
At that moment, Scarlett saw a hero about to face the impossible instead of a man asking if he can take a bath by himself or not.
Scarlett was a bit dumbfounded by it. But seeing Joren enter the bathroom by himself placed a mysterious smile on her face.
As soon as the shower turned on, a scream resounded.
"AHHH!!!"
Scarlett, who was about to wash the dishes, was startled.
"Why can't I say no!? She would've been here right now!"
But when she heard those next words, she lost all interest. The wailing only stopped after few slams on the wall as if Joren was the world's most unfortunate man.
When he got out of the bathroom, he was like a new man. He wore the Myth Academy's uniform. He wore a white button-down shirt inside a black vest with the Myth Academy's badge. On the bottom were your regular black pants.
"You know that I could hear you earlier, right?" Scarlett waited for him with her arms crossed under her chest.
"I know." however, in front of confrontation, Joren was indifferent. He continued to prepare his bags and stuff that was already part of the house when he entered.
"You really want to bathe with me that badly?" Scarlett added and snickered.
Joren still tried to act indifferent as if he didn't hear her.
"Are you about to have an episode with your illness? Tell me beforehand so that I can be prepared by creating some great distance between you and me."
'Illness?' Joren then remembered what happened after he assaulted her. He lied and did as the fish told him.
Suddenly, a board flashed before him.
[Thugness: -140 -> -150]
While preparing for his things, Joren was hearing the system's voice in his head. However, he was trying to fight back.
"Should I help you with that as well? I guess you could only do the bathing part of your daily life, huh..."
Joren froze. At this moment, the fish gave a little more push.
"So are you just going to stand there?" Scarlett furrowed her eyebrows while smiling. She found it funny that Joren was not fighting back so she continued to speak with slight mockery as "revenge" for yesterday.
Joren finally moved and silently walked over to her.
Scarlett's expression changed. When Joren suddenly slammed the wall she was leaning on, her heart thumped.
"W-what are you going to do?" her expression was becoming awkward as Joren leaned forward and looked down on her.
"You're intentionally provoking me, aren't you?"
"H-huh? What are you saying?"
"My illness is working up again." Joren said with an indifferent face, "If you do not answer, all my pent-up lust will attack you."
"That... doesn't make any sense." Scarlett held her other arm as if scared but she couldn't contain the thumping on her heart.
Joren's hand worked its way up and softly grabbed one of her perky buttcheeks.
"Uhm...~" Scarlett slightly moaned but upon realization, she covered her mouth in shock.
"Miss Scarlett, you like the strong but most certainly, you like the aggressive as well."
"N-no..."
"Sorry for being passive and disappointing you."
"I don't know what you're talking about..." Scarlett moved her head away.
But then Joren's hand tightened on her plump behind which took away her strength.
"We just met and you're practically begging me for it. I hate to think that you're like this to every man you meet."
Scarlett's eyes widened as she frowned and rebuked, "I'm not that kind of slut! I just find you being gentle but aggressive sometimes gr-"
Joren's hand then finger locked hers, pushing it onto the wall. He was like a completely different person. The combination of his usual self and his high self, a combination of desire and unrestrainedness was what Scarlett saw.
She saw him going for a kiss.
'This is too sudden and forceful.'
But that turned her on more. She couldn't help up leaned up to meet his lips.
[Thugness: -150 -> 10]
[Talent: 02 -> 102]
[New Passive Skill Unlocked: Chainless]
[Level 1 Chainless:
Defying all laws and rules, doing what is desired. The greater the Thugness, the greater success one's assertion will reach.]