I Reject Quests

Chapter 92: To Club, To Increase Stats (1)

Rewen walked side-by-side with Kalisa carrying a long spear at his back. There was a black cover covering the spear. Some students saw him and wondered what he was carrying.

"It looks odd, doesn't it?" Rewen gave a wry smile.

"It doesn't. You look very cool!" Kalisa firmly denied what he said. After finding out the person beside her has already created a weapon skill, she felt admiration towards him. 'No wonder he is called the Future Strongest Man on Earth!'

"Haha!" Rewen laughed, then remembered a certain matter. "Why don't you give me your phone number?"

Kalisa's expression went stiff. She opened her mouth but couldn't say anything for a while.

"It's fine. You don't have to." Rewen saw her difficult look and realized that he can't keep asking the numbers of random girls. 'I have to though. There's no other option.'

"No, it's not like that. I don't have a smartphone." Kalisa lowered her head, seemingly embarrassed about it.

"You don't have a smartphone?" If it was any other person, he/she wouldn't buy her words but Rewen how much of a "freak" she was when he first met her. 'She thought that I was literally the Future Strongest Man on Earth.'

Kalisa nodded, her head still lowered.

"No worries. By the way, how come Francesca's attitude was so weird? Do you know something? I met her only once so I don't know much. Is she usually like this?" Rewen shifted the topic.

"I know right. She was behaving weirdly around us." Kalisa put on a thoughtful expression.

***

Klofar Residence.

"You came back? Ah? What's that?" Denny noticed the spear he was carrying on his back.

"That's a spear."

"You know how to use one?"

"I do. Anyways, give me any of your girl friend's number. Don't worry. The moment you send the number, I'll delete it right away in front of your eyes."

"Why specifically a girl?" Denny raised her eyebrows.

"Because it has to be a girl."

Denny took out her smartphone and sent a number.

[Ding! Daily Missions from 'Male God System' completed! Would you like to receive the rewards right now?]

[Yes] [No]

'Yes.'

[Ding! The Host has received a Tier 1 Bronze Lottery Ticket! Would you like to use it right now?]

[Yes] [No]

'No.'

"Hey, why did you go silent? Why aren't you deleting? Are you memorizing her number? I should have known-"

"I get it. Chill. Here you go. Deleted."

Rewen showed her his screen and went back to his room.

He changed into a hoodie and light trouser and went outside the room.

"Where are you going?" Denny asked.

"To the Club." Rewen banged the door after he walked outside. "No time to waste."

***

Grand Ultine Kapile Club.

The receptionist was bored after working all day. 'Why am I the only receptionist in this large club!?' She found it a little ridiculous.

*Swoosh*

Her eyes lost focus by the sudden movement that happened at some distance from her. 'Who is this fast?' When she focused her eyes, she saw a familiar figure coming to her.

"Good evening. Hope you are doing well." Looking at her, a red-haired young man smiled brightly.

The receptionist didn't know what to say. "You this?"

"You'll have to work hard today, Miss." Rewen laughed and left, leaving the receptionist puzzled.

Room R-2.

Ivan was lying down closing his eyes when the door suddenly opened. "What's up, man? Why are you so early?"

"You think I can go to Juniors today?" Rewen came inside.

"You on drugs?" Obviously, Ivan didn't buy his words.

"Don't believe me? Fine. Show me my opponents for today!"

Ivan got up lazily, then came to him. "Follow me."

Ivan took him to a room. 

"I heard you defeated Laura? I'm glad to find you as my opponent." A big muscular man said while facing Rewen.

"The pleasure's all mine."

"Are both of you ready?"

Both of them nodded.

Rewen activated [Freestyle Knights Combat] as soon as the fight began. The big muscular man took a single step and closed the distance between them.

Rewen didn't move a single inch. He stood there observing everything in slow motion.

The big muscular man couldn't care less about the opponent's composure and swung his fist towards Rewen's face.

Rewen struck his arm deviating the punch that was about to launch on his face, then took a step forward and threw a kick at the man's shoulder.

The big muscular man was alerted by his opponent's sudden movements and immediately raised a guard. Unfortunately for him, the speed of the strike was too quick and failed to properly guard.

*Pah*

The kick hit him in the shoulder and made a sound. Making a grunt, the man fell down on his back.

Just from the sound of it, Ivan could already feel the pain of the man but the thing that shocked him the most was Rewen. "No fucking way!" He refused to believe that Rewen had improved this much. 'He was most likely hiding his true strength.'

"Hey, are you sure you want to keep this man in pain?" Rewen woke him up.

Ivan hurriedly went to the big muscular man and sprayed some liquid around the region he was hurt.

Meanwhile, Rewen got a string of notifications in his mind.

[+2 Strength]

[+2 Agility]

[+2 Endurance]

[+2 Dexterity]

[Quest Updated]

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Quest: Become a Fighter.

Grade: B+

Goals: Defeat your fourth opponent.

Rewards: +3 Agility.

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Rewen laughed lightly. 'The system is a great fucking cheat. How come I was sleeping on this? You are too cute, system.'

[I-It's not like I like hearing compliments or anything! Baka!]

'Eh, what's this? Some kind of anime joke?'

[Correct.]

'Tell me about it.'

[You need to watch it.]

Rewen stopped talking with the un-cute system and turned to Ivan. "Not done yet? Take me stronger opponents."

"Just wait a bit. At this rate, I'm slowly turning into your agent." Ivan smiled bitterly, then treated the big muscular man.

"What's wrong with being my agent? It's a lot better than lazing around in the room all day." Although Rewen said that, he himself envied Ivan's lifestyle. 

"Hey. Not like I have a choice." Ivan reminded him.

"Yeah, keep using the excuse." Rewen sneered. His eyes then went towards the man he fought seconds ago. "What's his name? I forgot to ask."

"I don't know myself." Ivan shook his head. The muscular man was unconscious a few seconds after he got defeated so he obviously couldn't answer.

A few seconds later, Ivan got up after completing treating the muscular man. "Let's go."

"Are you just going to leave him like that?"

"Yes. What do you want me to do? Stay? Sure, have luck finding challenges by yourself."

"How can this be? I was asking out of curiosity." Rewen dragged Ivan out of the room.

Ivan then took him to the receptionist.

The receptionist, as usual, was looking bored when she saw two young men walking towards her. Her bored expression immediately disappeared and a thin smile replaced it. "Hello. What can I do for you?"

"Update my card." Rewen placed his ID on the receptionist's desk.

"He already defeated one?" The receptionist turned to Ivan.

"Yes, it seems like this guy was playing around the last two days." Ivan nodded.

"Playing around?"

"Yesterday, he could barely stand toe-on-toe with Laura and today, he defeated a guy stronger than her without breaking a sweat." Ivan himself couldn't believe what he was saying. Only by thinking back to the events that happened could he confirm his words.

"Oh?" The receptionist was surprised. She had worked here for two years and she had met a few people who liked to hide their strength only to show off later. In her mind, Rewen was one of those people who cares more about others' feelings and reactions rather than self-improving. Even so, she didn't particularly hate the guy. 'He looks simple and has a good attitude. If he could curb his narcissism, he could improve more.'

"Here's your updated ID."

Rewen took the card.

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Name: Rewen Klofar

Division: Rookie

Grade: F

Rank: 33

Speciality: Agile, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Deceptive

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"I'm moving up in the ranks quicker than I expected." Rewen had a smile on his face.

"What's your actual strength though? It would be helpful if I just take you to the opponent who you can contend with evenly. Are you E yet?"

"You mean E-grade Martial Artist?"

"Well, how accurate is strength division between a Rank 2 Mage and an E-Grade Martial Artist?"

"Very accurate. At least until Rank 3 or D-Grade, the strength between the two is very similar."

"Then I suppose, I'm not E." Rewen answered with some thoughts. He then turned to the receptionist. "Can I ask you something if you don't mind?"

"Sure. What is it?" The receptionist's smile faltered a bit. 'Is she planning to hit on me?' Later that day, she realized that she had given him her number. Although he didn't text her, she had a faint thought that was along the lines of - 'He is interested in me.'

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