The Paranormal Wealth System
Five Goons
On the way to the house of Typhoon, Julian tried to talk to Mbah Jambrong. He had already completed two missions in a single day, so the curiosity towards the status points increase troubled his mind.
Julian was still amazed every time he completed a mission, the cause was warm air flowing in the body and circling around the chest. Positive energy seemed to fill all the muscles until his fatigue gradually went away. He felt stronger little by little.
Not only stronger, but richer!
“Mbah, can I see my status?” julian asked as he walked leisurely down the sidewalk.
[The latest status of the host is immediately displayed.]
A transparent screen appeared in front of Julian. Shows what Julian wants to know, which is the development of his paranormal abilities.
>Paranormal< Wealth System
[Status]
[Name : Julian El Sandi]
[Life: 18 Years]
[Paranormal Level: Bronze]
[Strength: 25]
[Presistance: 20]
[Secretary :28]
[Sightliness :70]
[Enchantment: 46]
[Luck :15]
[Supernatural abilities: 13]
[Special ability: -]
[Funds: 16 million]
[Mission 2.3: Success]
[Gift: Some money and points added]
[Mystery gift: Ajian Semar Mesem]
[Special gift: The ability to see magic]
[Mission 4: Not yet available]
[Driving system: Mbah Jambrong]
Julian was stunned, he was satisfied to see the rise in status points and the amount of money the system had already transferred into his account. One thing that stuck Julian's mind was the special gift of being able to see something magical.
“Mbah, I am most afraid of the so-called ghosts. Why am I even given a special gift for the ability to see supernatural beings?” julian asked, grumbling.
[Paranormal has a job that is attached to the supernatural world, one day this ability will be very useful to complete the mission or the work of the Master as a psychic.]
Julian could not refuse the reward of the system, but he promised inwardly not to use that ability. Julian did not want to appear silly suddenly fainted or even run away in front of his patients for fear of sightings.
“What does it mean that I will always get magical vision at all times, Mbah?” ask Julian.
[No, Sir! Just like the study of mesem spray, you can use magical vision as needed. You can also directly use this ability by thinking about it. For example, when handling a possessed patient, you want to talk to supernatural beings in the body of the victim, you can all use this special ability to see the appearance of the creature!]
Julian breathed a sigh of relief, with a situation that could be conditioned as needed, he would not be so depressed with such special abilities. “Alright, then I understand!”
When the Typhoon home is near, Julian stops his chat with the system. He did not need to knock on the door because the Typhoon was on the terrace, sitting with a grim face.
“Why you?” julian asked who immediately took a seat next to his gloomy-faced best friend.
Julian could immediately deduce the reason for Typhoon's moody expression after hearing the screams of his best friend's sister from inside the house. Household squabbles are taking place, enlivened by the sound of broken glasses and flying pans.
“Why is your sister?”
“Her husband is playing crazy with other women, want pisahan like them. Mas Bara wanted to marry her affair, so Ma'am Hesti divorced. I don't really care about the two men's business, I just think of my two little ones. Mbah Hesti does not work because only two months ago gave birth, automatically all his living expenses later I bear!” typhoon miris.
“And we are just poor street buskers!” julian felt pity.
“Do you have any idea that my sister will not divorce her husband? I don't know.. I feel Mas Bara too suddenly changed, he's like someone got his cheating pellet, go home and ask for a marriage license to sue for divorce tomorrow in the religious court!”
“Ide?” Julian asked with an incomprehensible expression. “Pelet?”
“What if we bring Mommy Hesti to the shaman, psychics usually easily know about this! His little boy is two months old, Jul! Satan is my brother-in-law! I killed him!” the Typhoon held back emotions.
“Hussss! If you hear your brother-in-law could go to war, Pan! What if your sister-in-law were to let us back out? I have the science of compassion to make people klepek-klepek with his partner,” Julian confident.
Typhoon splashed while pointing the teapot and glass on the table, “You have been rejected by Princess Marsha .. how can I believe in the expertise you offer, Julian? Drink first to keep your brain safe!”
DING!!!
Mission 4: Help free a man from the snares of pellet pellets. Time to complete the mission: 10 minutes.]
Julian calmly poured the drinking water into the glass, but not to drink it. He invoked the mantra of the mesemic shrub, then poured it into the water along with his supernatural energy.
“Mbak Hesti again raging that, love this water to smear her husband's face. If her husband is more wrathful means my studies are useless, but if it immediately melted and returned love with your brother, it means I am suitable to be a young psychic hahaha.!” julian said as he held out a glass full of water mantra.
Typhoon refused, “Can I be slapped Mas Bara, Jul!”
“Not it could be a reason for you to hit him back?”
“Yes too, if he starts first I can take a lot of profit later reply!” The typhoon spontaneously took a glass full of water from Julian's hand and went inside to watch the hotter fuss.
Julian calculated in his heart, worried that within ten minutes the Typhoon had not returned and he had failed the mission. However, what Julian was worried about did not happen. The typhoon returned four minutes later with a smile.
“They are better, whether it is a coincidence or how .. but Mas Bara is now apologizing and seducing Ms. Hesti. We just stay out aja yuk, shame yourself hear them romantic-romantic!”
[Mission 4 was successful. Fifteen million rupiah prize money has been sent to Mr.'s account.]
Julian stood up from his seat, Mbah Jambrong's voice in his head convinced him that his mission had succeeded. He doesn't need to confirm it with his eyes or ask more of the Typhoon. “Let's buy a cell phone, I'll buy you a harmonica! You know, I want to take you to the cafe every weekend!”
“Where are you money from, Jul?” ask Typhoon suspiciously.
“I just nolongin people and get money thanks quite a lot,” replied Julian casually. “I don't steal, gamble, let alone do evil to earn money!”
The typhoon nodded in agreement, they were friends on the streets from childhood, so Julian's nature and attitude had already been memorized out of his head.
The next hour they were already busy with the new item Julian had bought. Typhoon plays the harmonica, while Julian fiddles with his dream phone.
The rest of the money in the account will be partially given to Ms. Julian to repair the broken bathroom door of the home and repair the leaky roof. So Julian feels fair enough to please himself and others.
Julian and Typhoon eventually split up on the road after promising to meet again soon to apply for a job as a cafe singer. Julian went straight home with a very happy heart. Never in his entire life has he had such an expensive cell phone as his bourgeois friends in high school used to.
However, Julian's happiness did not last long. In front of the parlour were five men who were lowering and damaging his paranormal plaque hanging on the fence.
“Wait! What are you guys doing?” julian asked half hysterically.
“Halah, just beat up that little boy! Many bacots!” one of the thugs' orders.
Julian did not escape. He was made to not wart, beaten by four large-bodied men. While another thug burned a plaque that read open his paranormal services.
After blaspheming and showering Julian with bogems and kicks, five thugs rush into the parlour to tear apart the practice room where Julian receives guests.
Fortunately Julian's body had resistance even though it was still low, so the blow effect of the thugs did not cause internal injuries. However, Julian cannot fight back or retaliate, as the thugs threaten to hurt his foster mother and younger siblings.
“Close this black magic practice, lest there be Satan-based psychics forage for sustenance in this village!” yelled one of the thugs to heat up the other.
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