Truthfully, he wasn't desperate to be an official Hunter; with the Leisure Life app, who needed that? But he still needed to earn money and prove himself, tired of being looked down on.
"Just 5 points—I'll only use 5 points!" he resolved.
With that determination, Jason pressed the random draw button. The question-mark box trembled and glowed:
[Twig.
A quick smack with a switch.]
He took a twig from his inventory and casually tossed it aside. "Fuck you!" he muttered, frustrated. He pressed the draw button again.
[Gold Ring
A 24K ring]
"Oh?!" Jason said. He pulled out a gold ring—it looked crude and unrefined, yet unmistakably gold (if the app wasn't lying). "I should sell this," he mused, trying it on his finger before taking it off. Accessories weren't really his style.
Then another item appeared:
[Growth Potion
Drinking it increases your height by 1cm.]
"That's it! Exactly what I need!" he cheered. His current height was 179.2cm—almost there, but just shy of the 180cm barrier. With this growth potion, everything could change. Without hesitation, he downed it. "Ugh—bitter! But they say bitterness is good for you, right?"
A tingling sensation spread through his body, then faded. No need to check—the potion had worked; he had grown taller. Jason grinned and pressed the random draw button once more. Luck was on his side.
[Additional Slot
The number of available Leisure slots has increased.]
"Great! More sessions mean more fun," he thought happily. Now that he had surpassed 180cm, he felt generous.
He laughed gleefully as he made one final random draw.
[Skill Acquired: Hacking!]
[Hacking Lv.1
You can hack electronic devices. The more complex the device, the shorter the hacking duration. The target must be within 10 meters.
Cooldown: 3 hours]
Jason blinked at the new skill's description. Hacking—his mind began to race. He wasn't stupid; if used properly, this skill was more powerful than anything else. In today's world, electronic devices were everywhere and essential. After a moment's thought, he decided to test the hacking skill. His room was filled with gadgets: a TV, a computer, a refrigerator, and more. "Wait a minute—anything within 10 meters qualifies?" he wondered.
It was definitely worth a try. Jason activated Hacking. His target was the neighbor's smartphone—the one from the apartment next door, owned by a guy whose name he didn't know. That man was probably asleep; he often went out at night and returned early in the morning. And when he didn't go out, there was about a 70% chance he'd bring a girl home. "Hacking! Execute!" Jason commanded.
[Hacking successful.]
[You can hack "Brandon Huxley's Smartphone" for 3 minutes.]
A translucent window appeared before his eyes, revealing the smartphone's home screen. The wallpaper featured a trendy character drawing. "Is his name Brandon Huxley?" he read aloud, surprised—it was the first time he'd seen the name.
Jason quickly moved his fingers; although he couldn't physically touch the hologram, it responded to his movements. There was nothing more exhilarating than stealing someone's personal data. He spotted a banking app but didn't tamper with it. "Not that I really hate it," he thought. His primary target was the gallery.
"Bingo!" he said. In the gallery, there were photos of women—faces blurred, but bodies clearly visible. Even if some faces were awkwardly hidden by hands, it was easy to guess what they looked like. "Not as hot as Rea Kutomori. Rea was truly incredible," he mused. One woman with an unattractive face barely registered on his radar—chubby, A-cup breasts, and not very clean skin. A woman who couldn't hold a candle to Rea Kutomori wasn't worth his time—unless, of course, she was offered.
"Hmm?" Jason scrolled, then another woman's photo caught his eye. It appeared the neighbor was quite skilled in the bedroom. Smirking, he opened Whatsapp. Scanning through the contacts, he noticed an unusually large number of female contacts. From their profiles, he even deduced that the neighbor worked at a club.
"Eh? There's a ranking after each woman's name?" he read. A, B, C, D—four grades based solely on looks. The higher the grade, the more attractive the woman. "Fucking trash. Hahaha," he chuckled darkly.
After a moment of reflection, he decided to rescue these poor women from the neighbor's clutches. He invited every woman with a graded name into a group chat—17 in total.
Kayla Jensen (A): "Wha–? Hey, big bro?"
Anna Norris (C): "??"
Bella Parker (B): "Brandon, what's this room for?"
Only three replied immediately, but he was sure the rest would join soon. "Hahaha!" Jason couldn't stop laughing. It felt as though his body was no longer entirely his own—exhilaration pulsed through him. "Ha-ha-ha—snap!" he exclaimed as he opened the gallery. One by one, he posted carefully chosen explicit photos from the neighbor's collection into the group chat.
Me: (Photo 1)
Me: (Photo 2)
Me: (Photo 3)
…
Me: (Photo 10)
He selected only 10 photos where the woman's face was recognizable. By sheer coincidence, one of the photos featured Anna Norris, who was now in the chat. The women fell silent; they were probably horrified by the images. "I'm absolutely amazing at sex. I'd love nothing more than to ravage every one of you. Who's up for some sex with me?" Jason typed boldly.
Silence reigned.
Finally, a woman named Kayla Jensen—who hadn't appeared in any photos—spoke up:
Kayla Jensen (A): "You crazy bastard!"
Moments later, Kayla Jensen (A) and Bella Parker (B) left the chat.
Then Anna Norris called. Jason naturally rejected her call and tried calling back, but she kept calling.
Anna Norris (C): "Answer the phone!"
Anna Norris (C): "Pick up!"
He checked his remaining hacking time—about 20 seconds, which was plenty. He shut down Brandon Huxley's smartphone, ensuring it wouldn't disturb him again with its moans. "Ha ha ha ha ha!" Jason laughed uncontrollably. The neighbor's misfortune delighted him. Sure, this might land him in legal trouble someday, but he wasn't afraid. Even if the cyber police came knocking, his hack left no trace.
From that night on, Jason knew he would never be disturbed by that neighbor's moaning again. He drifted off to sleep, happier than ever.