Game World's Awakening
Chapter 92: Hiring Misfits

Chapter 92: Hiring Misfits

After intense solitary training, Elliot bathed and dressed in dark, tattered clothes. On top, he put on a black cloak and left the building without alerting anyone.

As he walked through the city, the first thing he did was check his System.

There were points he needed to add.

In strength, he only had 1 point available, so he added it. In agility, he had 2 points and in sense three points, thanks to what he had learned today. He added them all without hesitation.

[Stats]

| Strength: 46.

| Vitality: 39.

| Agility: 37.

| Sense: 24.

’Too bad I don’t get any in vitality.’ He thought after seeing his stats so close to 40.

Still, it was enough for now.

He had things to do tonight.

The first thing he did was to go towards the bar-restaurant of Black Leather, the man who traveled with them recently, so he put the hood over his head and got lost among the people walking nearby.

When he arrived, the place had a few people scattered about. He looked at them and then proceeded straight to the bar, where a man was tending to the customers.

"Anything special?" the man on the other end asked.

"Just water."

Then the man’s eyes widened slightly, then he nodded, turned around, and poured water without further ado.

"I need to know something."

The man set the water on the table and continued to polish the cup in his hand, not responding.

"The Clarks, the Misfits, and recent contraband found." Spoke Elliot again, this time ’paying’ for the water, with some coins. The man grabbed the coins as if they were nothing and made sure to press them down with some force.

On the other side fell a few dollars... more than a thousand.

Seeing them, the Black Leather smiled, but didn’t bend down to grab them.

"For them, the ’dirty ones’ have always been like one of their most important arms. They move well, they know how to do what they do. But there’s recent information about a small revolt. There are rumors that one of them has awakened, and they think they have a chance." After that, he put the cup in his hand on the table to stop wiping it clean and grabbed the glass Elliot had already taken.

Just below the glass were a few numbers: 33-13, 53.

After Elliot had looked at them once, Black Leather started wiping again, and these numbers disappeared.

"Orange juice." Elliot said suddenly and put another few dollars on the table.

As he was leisurely sipping his juice, one of the people present in the room approached.

"Why drink water and then juice? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?" he asked, sitting down next to Elliot.

Elliot looked at him between eyes and then took another sip of the juice.

"The water cleanses your palate, and that’s why the juice tastes more delicious. You should know that trick if you want to appreciate the flavor of what you consume better." Elliot smiled under his black hood.

The man didn’t expect him to answer him, but since he did, he would ask more.

"Why come drink water and juice at a bar? Couldn’t you do it at home? If someone saw you like this, they might think you were a murderer, then they’d cut your head off and..."

Elliot turned to stare at him, his eyes flashing with intensity. "I don’t care what people think."

The man immediately felt his bones shake as he realized that this guy was a powerful Awakened.

He planned to say something else, but Elliot seemed to pull out a few odd coins that rolled from his palm to the side where he was sitting.

"You might as well ask and be quiet. You’re not letting me enjoy."

Elliot then downed the juice in one gulp, got up, and left without looking back.

In the room, Black Leather looked at the coins that had been thrown at this guy and smiled.

"As a piece of advice, if you don’t want to die, take that money." He whispered in a way that no one else would hear except the man in front of him.

This one didn’t think too much about it. He took the money and just sat there, ordering a poor man’s drink.

Then Black Leather smiled. ’From the start, he knows they are information peddlers, so while he cowed him with his power, he also gave him enough money to buy his silence. I wonder how long that trick will last him.’

Everything returned to normal in the bar.

-

On the other hand, Elliot started walking around the city. He didn’t seem to have a set course and seemed to be just going round and round.

Every now and then, cars would speed across the roads, and the chatter of people would disturb his mind a little, but he stood his ground, walking on and on.

After a long night walk where he didn’t seem to have a fixed point, he looked up.

’33rd Street, zone 13.’ Seeing the sign, he walked into the street and the zone.

Soon after, he reached residence number 53.

’Construction yard.’ He thought as he saw the shoddy repairs on the outside.

Inside was a huge courtyard where something was being built, or so it should be, but the reality was different.

There was just a strange and exotic outdoor bar, with people, all Misfits, walking around and doing their thing.

There were also some boxes gathered just behind the counters.

’Dope.’ Elliot thought as he saw it. They were strange substances in large quantities, stored as if they were alcohol.

Just on the other side of the counters, there was a strange road that he didn’t know where it led, but it had marks from large trucks passing by.

’...I see. It’s from here that they do the smuggling.’’

After looking around, he acted as one of the Misfits and sat down near two who seemed to be having an ominous chat.

At the same time, he brought out some strange viands to eat, something common here.

As he ate, he would throw the food on the ground with each bite, which made the two Misfits nearby frown and look at him.

Then Elliot decided to speak.

"Twenty thousand dollars." He said suddenly.

They both immediately knew it was a job, so they returned to their previous positions.

"What do you need us to do?"

"Five tasks. All assassination, one more difficult than the other, but within your capabilities. Each task twenty thousand."

Both their eyes flashed. "When will you deliver the money to us?"

Elliot looked at them. "Some of it now, some tomorrow night when you finish the tasks."

"Who are the targets?"

Elliot pulled a strange scroll out of his inventory in full view of them, which made them both grow more serious.

’An Awakened One... This is an important job.’ They thought.

Then they grabbed the scroll; they didn’t even look at their targets’ faces, only at the power they had and their status.

After confirming it, they smiled and closed the scroll. As they closed it, they noticed that there was $50,000.

Elliot then spoke again.

"If by tomorrow before midnight the task is not completed, we, Night Tentacle, will be sure to settle accounts."

Then he left.

Both Misfits were shocked. They looked at each other and knew they had to act.

"Do you know anything about that name?" One of them asked softly.

"Night Tentacle... No, but it sounds like an organization that used to work in Agora."

"Agora? God..."

"Shall we call the guys?"

"Yeah... Maybe it’s hard to do it on our own."

"Right. Let’s go then, I don’t want to get in trouble with those Agora guys."

"Ha, ha..."