Riches and Bitches: I have a gate to an isekai and leveling-up system!

"OPEN THOSE DAMN DOORS BEFORE I WILL KICK THEM OPEN!"

Rather than welcoming the peace and quiet that my shack was supposed to offer, we were welcomed by shouting and loud banging on the doors.

Frankly speaking, I could easily recognize the voice that came from the other side of the closed doors. I grew up hating it to the bone, after all! And my reaction to this voice was pretty much instinctive too.

With a huge frown appearing on my lips, I gently pushed Fay away, out of the field of vision of whoever would stand at the entrance once the doors would give in.

"I'm sorry, but give me just a minute to solve it," I spoke in a pleading tone to the confused girl, while simultaneously pulling out the phone from my pocket and dialing one of the very few numbers that I've saved on it.

My dearest aunt's voice was enough to throw me right back to the mindset that kind of fucked up my life so far. Yet, strangely enough… I felt no fear, intimidation, or pressure that usually accompanied it.

Contrary to that, I felt like opening those doors with glee before proceeding to murder the thieving ass of that so-called aunt of mine!

"It will only take a second," I pleaded again, only to see Fay confused. But from how she looked at me, she didn't seem to be confused by the situation but by how I still kept asking for such a small thing!

"I've had enough!" the voice on the other side of the doors changed, now boiling with fury. "Break those damn doors open!"

That sentence mildly irritated me.

Not only did this bitch send me to this place, all so she could steal all that my mom left for me, but now she had the guts to come here unannounced and act as if she owned the place?!

"Yes, ma'am," the new, male voice that followed, though, the respectful manner of speech and all…

'Don't you fucking tell me!'

Struggling to hold back my fury, I approached the doors.

"Touch those doors if you want it to be the last thing you do in your miserable life," I called out from behind the doors, throwing Fay one last look to ensure she would be out of sight. Then, hearing that the calling sound from my phone changed to silence, I raised it to my ear while using my other hand to reach for the doorknob.

"You were supposed to keep that bitch away from me," I spoke in a silent, accusatory tone into the phone.

I didn't waste my time waiting for a response, though, opting to open the doors myself before whoever was on the other side would decide to make use of this window of opportunity.

I opened the doors… And just as I already guessed, my aunt was standing right outside with a furious look on her face… and the company of a police patrol. Both my aunt's car and the police's cruiser were parked nearby, proving that she either called them here or brought them along.

And for how ridiculous the second option sounded to a sane person… Knowing my aunt's influence in the local circles of power, I couldn't deny such a possibility.

"So you were here, after all!" Seeing my face, my aunt's fury decreased a bit… but only to make room for a gleeful smile on her face. And as she gave me a triumphant look…

I actually struggled not to laugh out in her face.

Quite noticeably, though, while my aunt sported a triumphant look… the two policemen who stood by the side were clearly uncomfortable with the part they would have to play in this situation.

Still, rather than smiling, I decided to bide my time and put an ugly grimace of repulsion on my own face as I stared down at my aunt. Yet, the very moment I took a single breath, my grimace turned real under the influence of some awful stench I just noticed.

"Men!" my aunt called, raising her arm and pointing her finger straight at my face. "Arrest this…"

"Are you here to arrest my aunt for the crime of forging documents, identity theft, and government-level fraud?" I asked, turning directly to the nearest police officer and outright ignoring whatever my aunt wanted to rant about.

I then leaned my head over my shoulder, giving the officers a puzzled look. "But why threaten to kick my doors open if you just want me to be a witness and give the testimony of those crimes she committed?"

Now that my dearest aunt brought the police into the picture, there was no further point in me holding back. And while the time to get my physical revenge would still come, it was also the time for me to start making moves against her.

"Oh, forgive me for but a second," I then requested before the officers could reply to my question, raising the phone back to my ear.

"You were supposed to keep the trash out of my lawn, but here they are, messing up with me as we speak," I  spoke in an accusatory tone, sparing no glance at how my actions confused my aunt to no end.

She was so shocked by the change in my attitude that she appeared to even forget about her fury for a second!

"Anyway," I shook my head, "Call Makary and tell him to call me back ASAP," I requested.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" the man's voice screeched out from the speaker of my phone. "I will deal with this mess, so do you really have to bring the leutenant into the picture?" despite obviously freaking out, the man on the phone still ended up pledging with me.

"It's mostly an unrelated topic, so just tell him to call me," I requested again before cutting the call and lowering my head, fully focusing on the police again.

Yet, with just a single look, I could pretty much tell that things wouldn't be as easy as I would like them to be. Not with that guilty and ashamed looks they were giving me.

"I can pretty much tell you guys are not here to serve justice or enforce the law upon this criminal," I nodded my chin toward my aunt, as if just looking at her would spoil my eyes. "So, how about you stop acting all embarrassed and guilty and tell me what the hell do you want?"

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