"Three days after the horrendous act of violence involving two victims had passed, and the suspected individual is still out there on the loose.
"Our sources confirmed the suspect to be a young man in his second year of college who was working part-time in the restaurant, and one of the victims is his alleged girlfriend.
"The motive for murder remains unconfirmed by floating whispers mentioned a possible case of cheating, and the consequences went too out of hand.
"Keep a lookout while walking outside, but worry not, there had been no subsequent incidents since that night. We believe that the suspect had acted out in a confused state of sheer anger, and the chances of him degenerating into a serial killer are slim."
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Well, that makes me a wanted criminal the moment I restart my life. How exhilarating is that?
You might be wondering, why am I so calm after all that happened? Aren't I supposed to be in deep shit for the trouble I've caused?
Actually, most of you might have already guessed it. Yes, with my system, what's there to be afraid of?
After twiddling with the system for a while, I realized the versatility and potential it carried.
The information bank was just an icing on the cake. In my profile analysis, I realized that the system had quite the array of capabilities.
From forging a new identity, slight modifications to my physical structure, an overwhelming purchasing ability that could get me anything as long as it was on the legal market—and plenty more.
Yup, I'm precisely calm because I already have a new face, ID, passport, medical insurance, household register, and even a driver's license.
Here I am standing at the post office's counter to receive my credentials. This is why I had the liberty of watching the news broadcast while mingling among these people.
Ah, they're so blissfully ignorant.
"Here are your credentials and a package with your name, Mr. Marcell," said the clerk from behind the desk.
This package should contain that customized satellite smartphone. According to the system's information, it has access to global internet, black market, dark web, and an encrypted virtual SIM-card.
This phone is practically a phantom-like fortress in this information age. Invisible, untraceable, and no firewall can block it's entry.
I kept the rectangle cardboard box and examined my credentials.
I smiled and took my bundle of cards from her hand. Hm, my picture isn't half bad. I've always admired that guy's hairstyle and sharp facial features.
Thomas Shelby was the name, right? Ah, a true gentleman, and a truer gangster.
Although I'm a bit thinner on the lean physique side, I can still see the similarities between us. Sadly, I don't have the accent…
Oh, I'm also short on the rationality side.
I fished out a neat black leather wallet from the pocket of my trench coat and slid the cards into it one at a time.
My little thirst for vanity had me expose the sleek black bank card with the 3D watermark of the Deep Diamonds international bank on it.
I could hear a collective gasp of amazement and the heated eyes of those around me.
I couldn't help but smirk. I thought to myself that although I have the bank account, I don't really have the wealth to flaunt.
Not yet.
The good thing about this bank account is their high level of security for high value customers. Behind it was a family with a few hundred years old reputation on the line, after all.
I looked up at the wanted notice on the display screen and sighed. "What a chaotic world we live in, isn't that right?"
I fold my wallet and return it to the pocket.
Those who were staring at my wallet snapped out of it and nodded their heads in agreement. Though, I'm sure they weren't paying attention to my words.
I smiled, grabbed my hat and donned it smoothly, and took my leave from the post office.
I can hear people discussing me as I walked away, satisfying my little sense of vanity.
Now that I got my hands on my legal credentials, I can focus on the really important side of business—expanding my influence.
Oh, I almost forgot, one hand can't clap by itself. Since I've already dealt with Luciana, that leaves Marco.
Hmm, the cops might be all over him for protection purposes at the moment. A bit tough.
Never mind, I'll start with his family first. I'll grab the next train out of town and visit their suburban mansion.
How exciting, I've never been to one of those before.
Unhurriedly unboxing my satellite phone for a look. A flat screen, thin platinum edges padded with gold. It was very light and cool to the touch, and I can see small solar panels built into the frame.
No output or input connections—only a line of speakers and sensors, the latter probably for facial and retinal recognition.
While checking out my new phone, I bumped into a passerby. I flashed an apologetic smile and continued on my way, just like he did.
It was an easy grab, and his wallet is a little thick. Hmm, that's about $200 in cash stored in there.
I took out the stack of bills in denominations of ten, twenty, and fifty before pocketing the money and tossing the wallet into a trash bin nearby. His identification and driver's license were useless to me.
With new cash in hand, I flagged down a taxi to the central train station. I decided to make use of the taxi ride to explore the black market and dark web.
— You've earned 0.2 credit points. Since this is your first time earning money, the points will be automatically rounded up to 1 CP. You can convert the system's currency points to your local currency at an exchange rate of 1:1000.
Ah, so this is how I get those points? If I remember correctly, my balance was at about 10,000 points, roughly equating to 10,000,000 million dollars?
I spent about 9,000 points to adjust my appearance back then… Ah…
Well, shit, that's expensive.
Did I just spend 9 million on a plastic surgery?
Okay, this is one secret accompanying me to the grave.
I thought about how I can recoup my losses from the system when it suddenly struck me.
Dark web? Black market? Information bank?
Buying information costs points depending on the value of the information. Well, I can simply work as an intelligence agent in the underworld.
The syndicate circle's equivalent of the C.I.A, huh? I quite like this idea.
I immediately created a profile for the dark web using the nickname Director, and inputted the prefix Central Intelligence Office under services.
I also added a brief description that I sell information. Any information at all, as long as it exists, can be uncovered and sold.
The price for the information remains at my discretion regardless of outside factors.
To be safe, I put my crypto currency account behind the paywall. The one opened to me by the system. It's the safest—untraceable.
After setting this all up, I started browsing the dark web and black market for hit jobs. Of course, I did it anonymously.
I can make money by selling information, but why can't I do an honest man's work and take advantage of my hard earned skills?
Being a hit man is one of the most honorable jobs out there. Think about it, good men like us toil in the dirt of this filthy society to clean it up from as many scum as possible.
If this wasn't considered chaliverous and charitable, I have no idea what else could be.
Eh? Am I seeing this correctly? Someone actually put a hit on Marco's father?