192 Troll Army (2/2)
”You look like the type of dude that combs his hair on the toilet.”
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”You seem like a guy who'd drive a golf cart on the highway.”
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”You look like if a Pez dispenser came alive.”
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Reading these, Ben's eyes flared, accepting the challenge. Opening his draconic maw, he spit his poison breath!
”You look like everything you own was exchanged for tickets from an arcade.”
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”You seem like the type of dude that uses smooth peanut butter as lubricant.”
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”You look like Tom Hanks if he was a hot dog eating champion.”
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”You seem like a guy who does voiceover work for gay pornos.”
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”You look like a DJ at a Quidditch match.”
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Between rounds, Ben customized his signature. So now, each of his comments ended with his title—Poison Dragon. Everyone who read that thought it was very unusual for someone in a health magazine to call themselves such a thing…but they would also admit--it was too fitting.
After Ben's last reply, to the surprise of everyone watching, all the negative remarks stopped, vanishing into thin air, as if the criticizers had nothing more to say. Yet, it wasn't that they didn't want to talk, but that they couldn't!
Migraines, vertigo, lightheadedness! Their symptoms worsened! Their morale and health bars bottomed out! It was the end of the match! The rabble-rousers lost!
From the digital sidelines, hundreds of people watched this entire process in amazement.
”My god, this cursing ability…”
”Are those posters ok? Can someone check they didn't suicide?”
”He's good at lifting weights, but his strongest muscle is his tongue!”
Ben didn't know, but among that large crowd, dozens of hot-blooded youth both among the original cursers and the onlookers were re-reading his words with bright eyes, all thinking a similar thought: 'There is one I could follow. There is one I could call King...'
They were the dwarves, no, the trolls…who for the first time, admitted they were inferior. Who for the first time, found someone they could look up to. Who for the first time, found someone worthy to lead them into battle! It was the birth of Ben's troll army!
There was not yet anything official to bind them, but everyone who shared those powerful sentiments made the vow to pay attention to this writer, and to remember his name—Benjamin Romero, the one known as--The Poison Dragon.
Meanwhile, Ben was watching all this, drinking a Yoohoo…
It was his first time getting a taste of fame, and although it was bitter, there was no taste more suitable for a poison dragon…besides of course, Yoohoo…
In fact, it wasn't the first time Ben's face was in the public eye. Although without his knowledge, he was in several memes before, but on this occasion, his true name attached to the content. That's what allowed the system to recognize it. In any case, it delighted him to gain another stat point out of nowhere, giving him more confidence to complete his current death challenge.
*Sippp* *Sippp*
After making sure to get every drop of chocolatey goodness, Ben threw away the drink box and decided to get down to business. There was still one more matter to take care of—spending his points.
Although a lot happened today, his plans from the day before hadn't changed, so the only thing to spend his points on was a high level mystery box. Knowing that, Ben navigated to the store screen, spent 5000 points, and purchased the silver box. Without delay, he opened it to receive his item.
A few seconds later…in his hands, there was a pair of large yellow goggles.
[Beer Goggles(Item, Uncommon) x1 - Bends the light in a way to make unattractive women seem somewhat more attractive]
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Reading this, Ben shook his head. He really didn't have a use for this since he was dating beautiful girls. However, one man's trash was another man's pleasure… ”I'll give it to Antonio for his birthday.” He knew his cousin would appreciate it as it would widen his perspective, or perhaps narrow it…
Finished going over the system benefits, Ben prepared to start studying, when his phone rang. Looking at the ID, he saw it was a call from Miyuki, so he picked it up. ”Hey, babe.”
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He could hear her breathing but there was a long pause before she spoke. ”Benjamin-san…someone's…you...”
He sat upright in his chair as he tried to focus on what Miyuki was saying. ”What's the matter? I can't understand you.”
For the next few seconds, only Miyuki's unsteady breathing passed over the phone. Then, she responded. ”Benjamin-san, could you please come to my room now?”
He narrowed his eyes, realizing she sounded troubled. His body language reading skill also included knowledge of certain voice patterns, not that he needed it when her tone was so off. ”What's wrong?”
”Can you please just come?”
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Ben's face became serious. ”I'll be right there.”
Then, she hung up, and Ben stared at his phone for a long time. He didn't understand what was going on but he'd never heard Miyuki sound so distraught. 'She mentioned ”someone” and it almost sounded like…she wasn't alone.' Taking a deep breath, Ben thought about the possibilities and how he could prepare.
A short while later...he walked out of his room, marching to see what trouble Miyuki was in.
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