《Tyler the Great》


 The BULLY KING and soft carpets

    Tyler Moore, a name few would remember in history but nonetheless a name those who did would quiver from hearing for years to come. A notorious high-school bully who terrorized 4 schools before he was graciously given an "early" graduation at 22 years of age from his 5th school''s profusely sweating principal. The Safekeepers was the group that Tyler created at his first school, a group which developed into becoming a "legal" syndicate storing money from the students, teachers and even parents picking their kids up from school.


    For years, Tyler was granted media attention, fandoms and even a poorly made game was made by an online fan circuit. As Tyler never openly commited a crime nor any evidence more than rumors and complaints ever came to light, the authorities could never really punish him.


    Tyler''s legend had become a trend in schools by the time he was 25, with copycats and other hooligans gaining traction from the media instead.


    "Mhm, learn from the best kids, but a few of you crooks actually got caught.. Amateurs."


    By the time Tyler reached 28, things had died down, and a badly educated orphan living in a single room apartment soon realized that all that money he had been safekeeping from his fellow students had all but disappeared into food, rent and an unnecessary car purchase. An old friend from The Safekeepers had come to visit a week earlier. The visit wasn''t particularly pleasant as he had come with some of his fellow thugs demanding money for his new boss.


    A trashed apartment and a few bruises later, Tyler was ousted by the landlord and his future was starting to look bleak.


    "This fuckin'' society where you either bend to their liking or rob people and get jailed, there''s no freedom except the word."


    Deep in debt, the 29 year old Tyler had finally found a stable job at a construction site from a shady drug contact. Meager pay and a dangerous work environment became the new norm. His co-workers were mostly bald guys in their 40s, trying to recruit guys like that for lackeys was a fool''s errand without any weak targets to bully.


    One day after work, Tyler lay on his bed with a bandaged hand, if anyone was in the room they would be repulsed by the heavy smell of alcohol and whatever drugs they could identify in the room. It was a mess, and Tyler was even worse smelling than his room at this point.


    "Aaaah these fuckin'' people.."


    "Fuckin'' raising their prices when I know Dan gets his stuff way cheaper.."


    "Better show''em tomorrow heh.."


    Soon all that could be heard was drunken mumblings and snoring.


    No alarm clock went off the next morning, but Tyler woke up from sunrays shining at his eyes. Sunrays which should never reach his eyes as his shitty apartment had no windows.


    "WHO?" Tyler jumps up from the bed, feeling fresh and strong unlike most other days.


    "Where the hell am I? Those fuckers take me away somewhere?!?"


    A distinct pain in his head made him fall back on the bed.


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    <td style="width: 50%">(POISONED) 83 damage..</td>


    <td style="width: 50%">Brain Worm (Elder) Level 7</td>


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    -83


    -81


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    Thrashing his head around from the pain, he quickly found out that his new walls were made of stone.


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    <td style="width: 100%">LightConcussion (STUN) 3 seconds..


    You have slain: Brain Worm (Elder) Level 7. No experience gained due to level deficiency.


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    Groaning with closed eyes, he soon regained some degree of focus.


    "THE BALLS IS THIS?" Tyler was starting to SERIOUSLY panic, but was interrupted by a harsh voice of some middle aged man.


    "SHUT UP you brat, you''ve been making sounds for the past 20 minutes now!"


    For some reason, he felt like that voice was normal to him. A feeling that was soon understood as a name popped up in his head, Michael Schultz, as well as.. Dad?


    Calming down a bit while getting even more confused, he remembered the blue window popping up in his head.


    "...What the fuck is a Brain Worm, what is a Level 7 and how did the pain go away so quickly if I got a concussion?"


    "... .....System?.."


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    "Okay, so it ain''t some kind of stuff like those novels Carl showed me in Mistral High.."


    "...Menu?"


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    Name: Tyler Schultz


    Age: 21


    Level: 26


    Job: Insufferable Young Master


    Sidejob: Small-time gang boss


    Part time: Noble


    Title: Bully King


    HP:2700(1737)


    MP:1350


    SP: 1350


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    "FUCK."


    A strange feeling of fear for the unknown was starting to creep up his spine at this point, but even more so the adrenaline of the situation making him feel his blood pump in his temples.


    "At least they got Tyler right. BULLY KING, The one and only."


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    <td style="width: 1.67504%">Bully King</td>


    <td style="width: 31.6584%">Pain caused will be increased twofold, and last twice as long. +20% CHR when handling lackeys.</td>


    <td style="width: 16.6667%">They better bring you their lunch in the future.</td>


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    "Oof, saying it out loud brings up the information, definitely not dreaming or on drugs right now."


    "Heh, those guys brought it in the past and they better keep doing it when I figure out what''s going on."


    The surreal situation starting to properly dawn on Tyler, he starts thinking seriously for the first time in over 6 years.


    "Hmm, let''s see how this shit works.. There''s different colors for some of the stuff, and I presume the HP means i''m damaged because I feel like I just got wrecked."


    "JOB"


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    <td>17</td>


    <td>Insufferable Young Master</td>


    <td>Perks: [Protagonist radar(Base)], [Bad Boy], [Aim Assist], [Tax Avoidance], [Unbound Arrogance]</td>


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    <td>6</td>


    <td>Small-time Clique Boss</td>


    <td>Perks: [Lackey Management(Base)], [Unfair Pay], [Lackey Discipline]</td>


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    <td>3</td>


    <td>Noble</td>


    <td>Perks: [Deception], [Inheritance(Base)]</td>


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    "Heh, Young Master when i''m over 30, color''s even purple whatever that means. Since i''m guessing that I just got reincarnated or something into a rich dude, I gotta say he''s doing a good job so far. He''s got a gang by the looks of it, a comfy bed already sampled, Brain Worms in his head.."


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    <td style="width: 1.67504%">Schemer</td>


    <td style="width: 31.6584%">+20% Intelligence, +1-10% All attributes when cooking up or participating in ploys against others.</td>


    <td style="width: 16.6667%">You shouldn''t stand out too much.</td>


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    <td style="width: 1.67504%">Bodybuilder</td>


    <td style="width: 31.6584%">+15% increased strength, -5% movement speed. Makes your upper body shine when bare.</td>


    <td style="width: 16.6667%">Popular with the ladies.</td>


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    <td style="width: 1.67504%">Talented Genius</td>


    <td style="width: 31.6584%">+20% increase to experience gained.</td>


    <td style="width: 16.6667%">Making others do your job for you is a form of talent itself.</td>


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    <td style="width: 1.67504%">Bully King</td>


    <td style="width: 31.6584%">Pain caused will be increased threefold, and last twice as long. +30% CHR when handling lackeys.</td>


    <td style="width: 16.6667%">They better bring you their lunch in the future.</td>


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    "Hmm, judging by the numbers the colors seem to represent how good something is, perhaps rarity? Obviously BULLY KING. Me. The one and only would be the best of the bunch."


    "Bodybuilder to impress the ladies, Lackeys to make my work look good.. It''s a shame this kid probably died with how great his track record is starting to look, but at least he got the great me to complete his legacy."


    Not knowing anything of.. Anything so far, Tyler was still starting to get a good feeling for what he was seeing.


    "PE.."


    "TYLER!" came the shout of some lady.. Samantha Schultz.. Mom?


    ''Fuck..'' "Ye?"


    "You''ve been in your room for 3 hours at this point, the food is already stone cold by now and if you don''t eat, don''t blame me for your own health."


    ''Hooly shit this woman.. Wait why am I angry?'' "Sorry, I''m busy for just a few more minutes"


    "PER.."


    "WHAT?, disobedience is one thing but making ME wait? Just because you''re my kid doesn''t mean that the Schultz'' can allow this kind of disrespect in the house."


    ''Uhh.. That''s why I''m supposed to get angry..'' "Sorry, I''m coming right now"


    Seemingly pleased, the shouting stopped. Tyler grabbed a pair of silk trousers and a.. robe laying beside his bed and got out of the room. He got a homely feeling but his thoughts were completely different. ''Wow, this place is nuts.. Arched marble ceiling, polished floor, mm soft carpet.. not a speck of dust.''


    The house he was in was beautifully decorated with ornate silverware on polished wood, aesthetically pleasing color balance between the dark brown wood, light grey patterned marble, gold lined red carpets, shining silverware and gold pots and a few display cases with ornate swords and daggers.


    Reaching the dining room, a 30ish looking lady was standing looking down at what seemed like a servant cleaning the nonexistent specks of dust away.


    "Finally you''re here. SERVANTS come out with my son''s meal! I''ve been so worried little Tylie, you''re usually never in your room, did anything happen? Tell mother."


    ''Oh gods almighty, what the fuck is this? You lucky bastard died off leaving me with this? I''ll take back whatever I thought of you before and simply praise you for lasting 21 years''


    "Nothing is wrong, I was just having a small headache but it''s ov.."


    "A Headache? SERVANTS bring my son some medicine, WHERE''S THAT MEAL I ASKED FOR?"


    A poor servant in rags ran in with a plate of food, almost stumbling on the carpet.


    ''Mhm, a proper bully victim, that one''


    Another servant quickly came with a vial of some sort, which ''mother'' quickly snatched out of her hand. A pill looking awfully similar to an antibiotic pill fell into her hand from the vial, which she gave to Tyler. All taking place in less than a second.


    ''Damn, she''s that worried over just a small "headache"? What would happen if I ACTUALLY got injured?''


    Tyler swallowed the "Antibiotic" pill and immediately felt whatever remnant pain previously plagued his head vanish.


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    Looking pleased, Samantha gestured towards the food and left the room.


    "Tyler, don''t forget to show those Hauberg upstarts in the eastern district their place tomorrow. There''s been complaints regarding their business for weeks now."


    "...Yeah.. sure, no problems"


    Tyler started eating the - surprisingly tasty food before wondering whatever the hell he''d experienced today.


    "Finally.. PERKS"


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    <td>Protagonist Radar</td>


    <td>You gain a feeling of disgust and envy towards certain types of people.</td>


    <td>Automatically attaches Schemer title on sight</td>


    <td>Will allow for use of 2 titles for the duration</td>


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    <td>Bad Boy</td>


    <td>Ladies like how despicable you are, Men view you with envy.</td>


    <td>+17 CHR with [Ladies]</td>


    <td>Countered by: {Big-time Seductress}</td>


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    <td>Aim Assist</td>


    <td>Attacks tend to hit sore spots more easily, Enemies will try their best to get hit by them.</td>


    <td>+17% Critical Strike chance, +Hidden effects on Attack</td>


    <td>2x effect against [Protagonist]


    Countered by: [Lucky Footwork]</td>


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    <td>Tax Avoidance</td>


    <td>Gain uncalled for discounts and skip most types of fees without reason.</td>


    <td>-17% Discount to anything and everything


    +17CHR towards [Merchant],</td>


    <td>Countered by: [Money Grubber], [Dishonest Greed], {Big-time Merchant}, {Crime Lord}</td>


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    <td>Net Worth</td>


    <td>Your Wealth is what drives you forward, as well as your power.</td>


    <td>Increases damage by 17% as long as your Net Worth exceeds your opponent. (Only works on (Humanoid), (Dragon), (Gold Elemental))</td>


    <td>2x effect against [Money Grubber], {Noble}.</td>


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    <td>Lackey Management</td>


    <td>The loyalty of your lackeys increases, but only if they are weaker than you.</td>


    <td>+12 CHR towards Lackeys, Lackey cap increased by 12.</td>


    <td>Countered by: {Spy}, [Honest and proper]</td>


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    <td>Unfair Pay</td>


    <td>The boss should naturally by privy to a slightly larger portion of the pot.</td>


    <td>You gain the privilege of taking up to 56% of the pot, even if you''re unrelated.</td>


    <td>Countered by: [Money Grubber], [Unbound Greed], (STARVING)status.</td>


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    <td>Lackey Discipline</td>


    <td>Your lackeys follow your orders to a higher degree</td>


    <td>+Hidden effect toward lackeys</td>


    <td>Countered by: {Spy}</td>


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    <td>Deception</td>


    <td>Your words tend to bend the truth better than others.</td>


    <td>+6CHR when telling a lie</td>


    <td>Countered by: {Noble}, {Spy}, [Paranoid]</td>


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    <td>Inheritance</td>


    <td>Your bloodline gains the Noble job at birth, and also their inherited ability.</td>


    <td>+ <Coin Toss></td>


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    ''Yeesh that''s a lot, better go for a good nap before thinking anymore about this.''


    ''I wonder what my gang is called here..''

 Finding a new Dan, and The Safekeepers business model.

    Walking through the central district for 20 minutes, Tyler quickly realized that the name of the planet he was on probably didn''t start with the letter E. People were walking around in metal armor of different colors, some were clothed in magician''s robes but the one most prevalent thing was the abundance of young upstarts in silk clothing and frills. Tyler felt a feeling of minor disgust towards the presumably young nobles walking around in groups. It was a feeling as if they were simply beneath him in the food chain.


    Compared to his own mansion, the other large buildings in the district didn''t look nearly as polished, except for three. One was the governor palace located at the district square, one the Merlinger family estate in the eastern part of the district and the third the Hallten crafting guild HQ in the northern part.


    He quickly found out that the city was called Damarcus, and that it was the commercial center of the large Axus kingdom due to its'' large harbor district. There was a war going on in the neighboring kingdom of Elys which meant a big quantity of refugees had been gathering in Damarcus'' eastern district, probably being the main cause of why his mother wanted him to ''take care'' of whatever the Hauberg business was about.


    Closing in on the canal separating the eastern and central districts, Tyler noticed an alleyway which felt familiar. Intrigued, he put the Hauberg business to a temporary halt and went in to explore. There were 2 pubs in the alley and one of them felt like his own home in a way, going close to the entrance he suddenly heard voices inside.


    "B..but the boss wouldn''t.."


    "What boss? A kid with some coin? He''s more of an employer than a boss, and it would be better just to take out early wages from his corpse." A sinister voice reprimands the speaker.


    "Dan, the fuck are you on about? You want to destroy the Neighborhood Storage Space?!" Another angry voice called out.


    ''Neighborhood Storage Space.. A very good name. The founder must have been a thoughtful pers..''


    "BOSS!" a surprised female voice from behind calls out.


    "Shh" Tyler silences her and turns to face her. A young lady with a petite build roughly 1.60m tall clad in tight leather and a cloak with a pair of daggers at her side stands in front of him. ''Mhm, this boss could''ve had worse tastes I guess, nice leather and.. wait BOSS? I''m the boss?''


    The woman being confused walked up next to Tyler looking for what he was doing while the loudmouth lackeys inside were continuing to argue.


    "...Calm down, calm down. The reason I''m telling you this is that the Haubergs approached me with an offer. They said that they''d taken care of that ''boss'' of ours and were looking to invest in our business"


    """THE BOSS IS DEAD?!"""


    "That''s what they told me yesterday, poisoned food like those nobles usually do their business.." There was an edge of glee in his voice at this point.


    "So I''m not trying to destroy our group, rather trying to save it under a bigger umbrella. They offered me to take over the group with fair terms as long as we keep them posted about them nobles and help them develop in the central district."


    "You''re basically telling us to go full criminal with you as a leader here.. You''re nowhere near the smarts of our boss, I could just join a real gang in the northern harbor district if you''re gonna lead this place."


    Sounds of a weapon being drawn came from the side, the woman.. Lucy? had taken out her daggers with a pensive expression on her face.


    Tyler waved his arm to her to calm down before preparing to enter the building and show them the true meaning of boss.


    "You think you can just walk out of here knowing about the Haubergs getting rid of the bo.." Dan began drawing his weapon but was quickly interrupted.


    The door slammed open revealing Tyler in his grand perfectly timed entrance.


    "You. What''s your name again?" pointing at Dan


    """BOSS?!?"""


    "What are you talking about boss? I''m Dan of course"


    "Ye, you''re a Dan. I''m a Tyler. There''s the point. A small-time Dan like you has no place handling lackeys. Understand?"


    Little Dan got shut down hard by accusing glances from the rest of the people in the room.


    "In fact, they DID get rid of your old boss Tyler yesterday, I''m just the bigger and better Tyler that will clean up his lackeys and failing business model for him." Tyler said, adressing all 5 people in the room.


    "What do you mean, boss?" Lucy asked.


    "This bully king woke up yesterday in this kid''s body with some Brain Worm in my head, lil'' Tyler probably kicked the bucket from it but this Tyler ain''t going down like that. This bully king has been taking drugs worse than some worm for years." If anyone wasn''t previously paying attention, those words made their heads go blank from confusion.


    "BRAIN WORM? How are you alive?" the lanky Dan suddenly burst out. Sweat clearly forming on his forehead.


    ''Dans are the same in every world it seems..''


    "...As I just told you, little Dan, the old Tyler kicked the bucket and now this bully king is in control. I think it''s time to reform this place a bit don''t you think?"


    "You say you''re boss, but also that boss is gone, what''s gonna happen to us then?" The guy arguing with Dan previously spoke up. A rough looking man in his thirties in guardsman plate armor, almost 2 meters tall.


    "What''s your name?"


    "Brad, boss"


    "Good name for a lackey. Don''t get into fights just because you''re strong though."


    "Thank you boss, boss told me the same when you found me."


    ''Indeed, a Tyler is a natural leader no matter which world they come from.''


    "Mhm, So for starters, the Neighborhood Storage Space is a good name, but I believe we can''t expand our business properly without having an exceptional one. From now onwards, this place will be called The Safekeepers HQ. Our goal will be to recruit lackeys, help people from their strained muscles and back pain by holding their wallets for them as well as keeping the streets safe for a security fee. The Safekeepers are not criminals. We operate within the law by persuading our fellow citizens to use our fair services for their own good. Money is just a currency while your health and business is what keeps you alive and going." Tyler started pacing the room, all eyes focused on him.


    "We, The Safekeepers, teach our clients this, at the same time as we take care of small-time crooks like little Dan trying to steal from others by teaching and turning them into our own lackeys."


    During Tyler''s monologue, the sneaky little Dan had quickly disappeared from the room when noone was watching. The only sign left of his presence were small puddles of sweat


    "BOOOSS" "THE SAFEKEEPERS RULE!!!" "KEEP THE STREETS SAFE!" "KEEP WALLETS SAFER"


    ''These guys are very good lackeys. They know their priorities and when to cheer their at their boss'' work..''


    "Boss, what about those Hauberg guys? They tried to kill you!" Good Lucy asked, looking concerned.


    ''This one is even more impressive, concerning herself with the well-being of the boss and revenge on his enemies..''


    "About that, my mother told me to ''deal with the Hauberg upstarts'' today, so that was my intention all along before stumbling in here."


    "Mother?"


    ''These guys don''t even know my identity yet?''


    "Nevermind her, I need some information and time to make a plan before we do anything against the Haubergs."


    "You, the small guy over there. What''s your name?" Tyler said, pointing at the extremely average looking guy who shouted ''THE SAFEKEEPERS RULE!''.


    "Wilbert, b..Boss!"


    ''Mhmm now that''s a loyal one''


    "Good, Wilbert, you will be my spy lackey in the Hauberg business."


    "I..Haven''t done anything like that before?"


    "Mhm, little Tyler definitely missed an oppurtunity then, you''re the perfectly forgettable candidate for spying. I need you to gather some information about their business and who the bigshots are around those parts."


    "Y..YES BOSS!" Wilbert suddenly started smiling and looked very happy for some reason, as if someone gave him a nice compliment.


    ''Lastly that guy..'' Looking over at an unnaturally tall older man in a dirty noble suit with a monocle over his right eye he immediately got the answer without even asking.. although not quite the answer he expected.


    Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation."My name is Wallace Ardvil. House Ardvil was burned down due to my brother''s collusion with foreign forces 3 years ago. I escaped punishment but was stripped of title and wealth. Since then I''ve been living like a rat.." He paused and flames of anger were visible in his eyes. "I lived like a rat and all my previous friends I''d known for decades abandoned me to the streets. I even found out that my kid was probably not even my own as my wife left with him to live with a goddamn merchant!" He clenched his knuckles and looked down into the table.


    "I lived like a rat until Boss found me dying in the street in the eastern district one day. He took me to this place and it''s been my home ever since. It''s better to live as a dog of the Boss than as a rat in the street. He gave me another shot at this miserable life.."


    ''Oookay. At least he''s loyal.. I think. How did little Tyler even manage to gather these jewels? There''s a ruined old noble, some kid who I already forgot the name of, a chick with daggers and a goddamn guardsman?! Let''s not even mention how he got his hands on a Dan of all things.''


    "Dog? I don''t need dogs. I need lackeys. A gang without a boss will split up, and a gang with no lackeys will break. You''re a former noble which means you know a lot of stuff right? Management and information is what I need. You''re the new Head of lackeys as well as my personal library."


    "Library?? ..Head of lackeys is certainly a step up from dog. Thank you boss."


    "We need to recruit more lackeys. a group with 5 members can simply not be called a gang. We also need some kind of lawyer if we don''t want to get discovered. Any ideas?"


    ...


    "All in good time then. Wil... Spy, go look over at the Haubergs for anything you can find. Library, I got some questions I need help with. Got nothing to do for both of you though" Tyler says looking at Lucy and Brad who simply look back at him like puppies after his announcements.


    "Whatever, you guys can stay here with me and Library. We got any drinks in this place?"


    They definitely had ale, and every question Tyler asked them made them realize the actual situation: The Boss is actually different. They hadn''t really believed in the Boss when he told them what had happened, but hearing all these questions even kids could answer made them seriously reconsider. Wallace himself was completely dumbfounded but quickly answered whatever Boss asked him.


    Tyler found out much more about the levels, how to earn them, how jobs and perks worked and confirmed that the colors usually meant rarity, rarity rank also corresponded to the power level.


    Grey rank was normal, which was pretty much the base for any job/title you could get.


    Green was special, either having certain prerequisites to earn, or being an upgrade from the grey rank.


    Blue was rare, usually a quite specialized job/title that focuses on a single thing but being very strong for that purpose.


    Purple was exceptional and from rumors were nigh-unique versions of other jobs/titles, primarily based around personality traits and gained from the onlooker''s eye.


    Golden stood for unique. Unique jobs/titles were specialized around the wielder, and a unique job/title couldn''t be gained by 2 different people.


    Perks were gained from your jobs leveling up. Level 1 in a job gave you its'' base perk, future perks were gained at level 3, 6, 10, 15.. In some cases, you could have more than 1 perk to choose from if you fulfilled the requirements.


    Levels were mainly gained from killing creatures, be that monsters or humans. Some tasks specific to the job could also earn you levels, such as a crook stealing a purse, a noble attending balls and gatherings etc. The higher your levels are the higher the requirement for the task or monster level to progress. You could also not gain more than a single level at a time, even if defeating a dragon.


    Weirdly enough, there were 3 ways of "changing" job. One way was the expected "to fulfill requirements for a job evolution" which was usually done by reaching level caps (15, 40, ??). Another rare way was for your job to stop existing. In Wallace'' case that happened when the Ardvil was removed from the map and his wealth was stripped away. Together with his house, his Noble job disappeared together with his 28 levels in it. This would also happen when a beggar got employed. The last way was when you accomplished an exceptional feat according to the level system. As previously mentioned, slaying a dragon could be an example of that.


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    <td style="width: 1.40056%">Level 26(17+6+3)</td>


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    <td style="width: 10.0746%">Unspent points</td>


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    <td style="width: 10.0746%">STR</td>


    <td style="width: 1.40056%">36</td>


    <td style="width: 60.0841%">Increases damage done by abilities (118%) Increases overall body strength and tenacity.</td>


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    <td style="width: 10.0746%">DEX</td>


    <td style="width: 1.40056%">36</td>


    <td style="width: 60.0841%">Increases critical hit multiplier from spells and abilities (168%) Slightly increases reflexes and body </td>


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    <td style="width: 10.0746%">INT</td>


    <td style="width: 1.40056%">77</td>


    <td style="width: 60.0841%">Increases damage done by spells (143.5%) Slightly increases brain processing power.</td>


    <td style="width: 87.0769%"> </td>


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    <td style="width: 10.0746%">VIT</td>


    <td style="width: 1.40056%">140</td>


    <td style="width: 60.0841%">Increases HP (2800) Increases toughness of your body.</td>


    <td style="width: 87.0769%"> </td>


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    <td style="width: 10.0746%">END</td>


    <td style="width: 1.40056%">140</td>


    <td style="width: 60.0841%">Increases SP (1400) Decreases the wear on your body and improves your lifespan slightly.</td>


    <td style="width: 87.0769%"> </td>


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    <td style="width: 10.0746%">WIS</td>


    <td style="width: 1.40056%">140</td>


    <td style="width: 60.0841%">Increases MP (1400) Slightly increases mental resilience to attacks and persuasion.</td>


    <td style="width: 87.0769%"> </td>


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    <td style="width: 10.0746%">CHR</td>


    <td style="width: 1.40056%">250</td>


    <td style="width: 60.0841%">Slightly ncreases favorability with ALL creatures, your look is slightly improved in the eyes of the beholder and your words are more convincing than usual.</td>


    <td style="width: 87.0769%">(250) Creatures are less likely to get angry with or attack you unless the cause is Envy or Greed.</td>


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    <td style="width: 10.0746%">PER</td>


    <td style="width: 1.40056%">10</td>


    <td style="width: 60.0841%">Rely more heavily on your intuition and perceive details you might otherwise miss.</td>


    <td style="width: 87.0769%"> </td>


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    <td style="width: 10.0746%">LCK</td>


    <td style="width: 1.40056%">30</td>


    <td style="width: 60.0841%">Skews odds slightly in your favor. </td>


    <td style="width: 87.0769%"> </td>


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    </table>


    ''...Not hard seeing where little Tyler spent his focus.. In a world with magic and probably dragons exist, it looks like my job will have to be to recruit loyal lackeys, charm the ladies and extort the merchants... Of course, bullying the weak and the people who stand out is included. I won''t complain but.. Adventure?''


    Lackeys: 4


    Lackeys lost: 1