The Paranormal Wealth System
Road Busker

It has been two weeks since Julian was declared a graduate, he has never met Marsha or her schoolmates again. Yes, they all must be busy looking for the best, famous and favorite college place. Some of them even plan to study abroad.

Julian did not know Marsha would continue her education. He had only heard of the grapevine that the girl he loved wanted to be a doctor. Inwardly, Julian could only pray that Marsha would succeed in achieving her dream. It is better to keep his first love until it fades with time.

After a rough breakfast, Julian put the map containing the job application in the bag. It was the 20th cover letter in the last two weeks. Worse yet, not a single company has called him for a follow-up interview.

“Julian .. Would you like to enter a job application again today?” tanya Bu Rosidah as the mother of the orphanage.

Julian replied calmly, “Say donut and milk cafe need office boy, Mom! I'd like to try to enter a proposal there!”

“Prophey yes, Son! I'm sure you can get a decent job! Actually you do not need to busking every day ..”

“I can't possibly just be quiet, waiting to get a job without doing anything. I have graduated from school, I should have made more money to help the sisters in this home.”

Miss Rosidah breathed a long breath, “You worked so hard these two weeks, Julian. Hopefully your school foundation will consider giving you a college scholarship! Mom already applied.”

“I'm leaving, Mom! Pray for success!” pamit Julian kissing the hand of the orphanage mother. She knows Miss Rosidah is not her mother. But Julian loved the woman who took care of him from birth more than anyone. He ignored the discussion of college with the foundation fee. Julian was already quite full of humiliation.

Julian came out with a guitar and a backpack. He had to work harder to survive. He was determined to find information about the whereabouts of his parents. With a faded black and white photo, Julian would ask people on the street who might recognize the woman's face.

Hard to be sure, the photo may be the same age as Julian who next month even 18 years. The photo was left in a baby basket containing Julian, in front of Ms Rosidah's orphanage at night. Julian clucked and ruffled his hair, he did not want to dissolve in grief.

At the intersection of the red light where he used to busk, Julian met his friend. “How much, Pan!”

Typhoon answered full of energy, “Nearly twenty thousand, good enough! Want to replace?”

“Nop! I'm going to a new cafe down the road, regular .. find a job!” answer Julian.

“Hm, your shirt pantesan is rather neat. You have a fee to get there? I exist if only to ride ojol ... nih!” The typhoon held out fifteen thousand dollars.

Julian refused, “I walk away while singing door to door!”

“Oke, good luck!”

Julian walked towards the cafe busking. No matter how much he receives from those who love him. He also received the swearing of the stall owner because there was no small money, or other painful reasons to berate: it was still morning!

Well, busking is Julian's profession. Isn't it natural that he leaves in the morning to pick up some sustenance? He even went home late at night so that the money made could be enough for additional shopping for the mother's home.

Julian finally reached the cafe, he left a proposal in the administration. After that he went into a nearby housing to find his luck busking door to door again.

Fifteen minutes inside the estate, Julian made two thousand rupiahs. But he still eagerly looking for a house whose door is open, to be entertained with guitar quotes and mersdunya sound.

Passing through the bushes separating the residential street, Julian was startled by the sound of a woman screaming.

“Maling .. please there is a maling!” Then four men suddenly appeared from behind Julian, and ambushed him without warning.

“Maling you huh?” ask the tattooed man in a furious tone. The man clamped Julian's neck from behind.

“Not, Bang!” julian was confused. "What's this, Bang?"

“Which one wants to say! Just let me make kapok!” exclaim one of the provoking housing thugs.

The next two beat Julian in the face and stomach. Julian did not have time to explain the situation, that he came to the housing just to make money by busking. He's not a thief.

However, the guitar that became a witness was not able to help. Julian's beloved object was even crushed because it was trampled by thugs who had just ruffled his bag.

Julian could only complain of pain. His body was beaten without pause by four men. He did not have time to defend himself. They quit vigilante after Julian collapsed and nearly lost consciousness.

Blood came out of Julian's nose and mouth. The bruise begins to appear on a number of skin that is not covered in clothing. Julian already looked dying and was eventually left in the bushes.

“Wad our crystal, Bro! Dead it later the son of the man.”

“I see still breathing her. That's a lesson for thieves with busking mode!”

Julian only heard faintly the sound of chatter getting away from him. His body could not endure the pain, and he fainted.

Thirty minutes later, Julian came to his senses. His head was throbbing pain, as well as his entire body. He tried to sit with the rest of his energy. Dizziness instantly struck.

DING!!!

Julian turned his gaze to look for a strange sound that came from nowhere. “Who's there?”

[Good day, sir. I'm a Paranormal Wealth System. The lord was chosen to host the system for the present period. Are you willing to join and merge with the system?]

The bushes where Julian had fainted were quite lush, and the sound of robots talking to him felt very close. Julian murmured softly, “Don't this place be haunted and haunted!”

[I'm not a ghost, sir! I am a wealth-guiding system. Are you willing to join and merge with the system now?]

“Wealth system? I do need money but .. arrrrgggg!” Julian was holding his head which suddenly hurt like it had been pierced by a thousand needles.

[System in the process of merging with host ..].

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[Congratulations! Tuan is the youngest owner of the Paranormal Wealth System for this period.]

“Youngest psychic? Whatchu mean? I don't want to be a psychic, a shaman or a smart man! My ideals want to be a successful entrepreneur, do not carelessly talk you! Hey demon, genie, demit .. out of my body!” Julian smacked his chest and nudged his own head with a keki expression.

[I am the guiding system, sir! I am not a demon, a genie or a demit! Just call me Mbah Jambrong!]

“Mbah Jambrong? The system is called a witch doctor!” Julian murmuring. He immediately imagined a psychic with a rogue face, with a thick mustache like Mr. Raden, with long hair like Limbad.

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