Derek got up, went to the kitchen, and grabbed something to eat while recalling the events of yesterday. He felt very proud of himself. He summoned his system.
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Confidence: 5
Social intelligence:4
Status:0
#Points: +5
The above status will cap at 10.
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'allocate 3 points to confidence and 2 to social intellect',
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Confidence: 8
Social intelligence:6
Status:0
#Points: 0
The above status will cap at 10.
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Derek immediately felt the change; something was different about the way he thought. It was almost as if he could control his thoughts precisely and swap one mental dialogue for another. This left Derek amazed, but it also left him with a lot of questions. Why was his revelation made this way? Why did it treat him like a video game character, giving him a system interface? And what determined the types of missions he received?
Derek sighed, knowing none of his questions would get answered right now—unless that genie-like creature appeared again. That always made him think about how much of his revelation was beyond his control. Why couldn't it be simple, like a guy who gets a revelation that allows him to shoot fireballs from his hands or teleport? They command, and it obeys their will, but in Derek's case, this revelation was dictating his actions.
"Too bad the genie-looking thing isn't around. Anyway, let's not think too much and see what's on TV' as he switches it on.
'"This is happening live in the east region of Chaldoria. We have Chaldoria's elite combat squad (CECS) and Magic-Man attempting to neutralize what appears to be a very dangerous terrorist group with dozens of hostages. Despite having Magic-Man, the solution to this problem seems to be far from being resolved. Another crazy day in Chaldoria, huh?" Derek remarked. Magic-Man was the foremost Jinnkin in Chaldoria, surpassing all others known to the general public. His abilities outshone those of the average Jinnkin, manifesting in exceptional superstrength that allowed him to lift an impressive 10 tons. Derek didn't think much about what he saw on the news, except that it was a little sad, but not his problem. What mattered to Derek now were the missions and his points.
It was a hot Wednesday when Derek was packing for college. He received the customary talking-to from his mom that one gets when leaving on a long trip. "Be a good boy, Derek," she advised. "Don't let anyone bully you, Derek, and stay away from all the skanks; they have diseases." Before leaving for college, Derek had completed all the missions and hadn't received any more for a month. Of course, he didn't allocate the points right away because he didn't need to. Also, and this was just a gut feeling, he thought the system was going to undergo a change, and he wanted to save points if needed. Mind you, the system was a part of him, so he thought this wasn't completely irrational.
When Derek arrived at his dorm, he was not happy. Although the guys in the dorm were nice, he didn't want to share a room with anyone. Why? personal space, but, most importantly, he wondered, "Where am I going to bring girls to get laid?" That was along the lines of what he was thinking.
"Hey, excuse me, do you know how I can go about getting a room just for myself?" Derek asked some guy named Eli outside. Eli said, "Yeah, but it's a bit complicated. Rooms are assigned randomly, but more importantly, they're assigned based on how you paid initially. If you have roommates, it's probably because your budget wasn't high enough. So if you want to change rooms now, it will cost more than it would have originally."
"Why?" Derek asked.
"Why? Ha, you really must be new here. Don't you know that the low-priced dorm rooms are one of the draws of this school?"
"Really? I thought this school had too many students. You'd think their policy would be to curb the population by increasing costs," Derek mused.
"Oh, they do that; they just increase the academic trade-off and toll, haha."
"I don't get it."
"Oh, you will, my friend. But I've got to go now."
Derek pondered more about what to do. It seemed there was no way to solve this without a "fuck,"'system'
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Confidence: 8
Social intelligence:6
Status:0
#Points: +7
The above status will cap at 10.
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Confidence: 10
Social intelligence:8
Status:3
#Points: 0
The above status will cap at 10.
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In that moment, Derek's eyes transformed, becoming vast and abyssal, glowing with a profound tranquility that one might only find in the depths of an undisturbed ocean. Yet, within that calm, there was a fierceness. As his gaze fell upon one of his roommates, there was an immediate stillness that swept over the room, an elemental shift that subtly signaled the rise of his influence. His voice, when he spoke, was nothing more than a murmur, a low, resonant rumble of "Hey, come here," yet each syllable thrummed with an authority that seemed to echo from an ancient and primal place.
Derek's effect on those around him seemed supernatural, a beguilement that left observers asking if he wielded some arcane charm. But there was no magic here—this was calculated artistry honed through an acute awareness of oneself and others. A symphony of subtle gestures, controlled intonations, and the measured cadence of his movements harmonized into an aura of captivating magnetism.
It was, in essence, a breathtaking display of charisma put into high gear by his super social intelligence—the ultimate finesse of human interaction—knowing how to act to get the reaction you want; there was nothing left to chance. and Derek's was now refined to such a degree that it appeared effortless, his charm radiating with the kind of luminescence that seemed to alter the very fabric of the atmosphere.
"Yes, sir, uh, I mean sure, dude," the roommate replied as the other looked on.
"Relax, man, I just wanted to know your name."
"Oh, right, I'm Jerry."
"Oh, cool, Jerry. I once knew a Jerry (he did not). He always did little things to piss me off. I would tell them, 'Jerry, don't snore at night; Jerry, keep your dirty clothes where I don't see them; Jerry, get out of the room when you see me walk in with a hot girl' but he wouldn't listen. Until one day", he places his hands on Jerry's shoulders as he calmly stares deep into his soul as if looking at his most hidden vulnerabilities. One simply felt naked before him; it was shameful, but so undeniably potent was Derek's presence that those in it could only be pulled along by the gravitational pull; those in his orbit could only follow. To be a part of Derek's world was to acknowledge his subtle mastery and recognize the precision with which he painted his canvas of social dynamics.
"Until one day he went to bed and woke up without one of his eyes, and he never disobeyed me again." Derek smiled. "Well, Jerry, and you, what's your name?" The other guy who had been watching the whole thing stuttered, "B-b-b-brian." 'Looks like I was too hard on them, but sorry guys, I got to do this. I can't have you guys fucking with me, Derek thought, remembering all the times he was picked on because he wasn't enough of an asshole.