Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 2 Life Of Parker Black

Few hours Ago...

It was just another day in the tragic sitcom that Parker Black called life. Same old, same old: roll out of bed, half-asleep, brush his teeth, and maybe take a shower—if the universe was feeling generous. Breakfast? Sure, if by "breakfast" you meant sitting at the table while Aunt Helena scowled like he'd stolen her some of her youth even though she was still hot, Uncle Robert ignored him like a ghost, and Julian tried to subtly trip him on the way out.

After that delightful family bonding, it was time to grab his trusty skateboard—which he lovingly called Plan B for Running Away—and cruise to school. The rest of the family sped off in shiny luxury cars because of course they did.

Then it was time for school—Parker's personal carnival of horrors.

Everyone at Silverbrook High looked at him like he was some kind of walking dartboard, the perfect target for bullies. But here's the plot twist: they didn't actually mess with him.

Silverbrook High was basically the Hunger Games, but for reputations. Parker's role? The villain everyone hated to admit they feared. Bullies would line up, licking their lips, only to chicken out at the last second.

Why? Not because Parker was jacked—he couldn't win an arm-wrestling match against a broomstick—but because Parker wasn't your average victim.

Sure, he had the frail frame and perpetual "kick me" vibe, but he also had a reputation for being twisted. Messing with Parker was like poking a bear, except this bear had a Ph.D. in ruining lives with it's petty revenges.

When the bell rang, things didn't get any better. Classes to him felt like thwy were just an excuse for teachers to remind Parker, in front of everyone, how far he'd fallen.

Once upon a time, he'd been a top student—the kind who aced every test and crushed every curve.

Now? He was scraping the bottom of the academic barrel, and the teachers seemed to take personal offense to it.

"Mr. Black," one teacher sneered during roll call, "it's nice to see you gracing us with your presence. If only your grades were as consistent as your attendance." Cue the class laughing.

And when the day finally ended? That's when the session of boredom turns into nightmares kicked in.

With his backpack slung over his shoulder, Parker exited the classroom, intending to head straight to his job. Nature, however, called, forcing him to detour to the restroom.

"You trash! Where's the money?" Even before stepping inside, Parker could hear the sounds of someone getting roughed up.

Although his aunt's family was wealthy, they refused to provide Parker with personal money but they didn't forbid him working either.

Out of necessity, he "found" this job, though it shocked the family to learn where he worked: a high-end club that catered to celebrities and high rollers.

Julian, his older cousin, burned with envy at Parker's apparent luck. The others in the family were just confused. How had someone like Parker—frail, plain-faced, and socially awkward—landed a job in such an exclusive place?

Even Julian or his Uncle with all their money couldn't enter this club, it was beyond their level as only a few could enter here.

What they didn't know was the truth.

As Parker stopped his skateboard outside the towering skyscraper that housed the club, he glared up at the top floor, where his "job" awaited.

Standing in front of the gleaming twenty floors skyscraper, Parker looked up at the top floor, where the club was located. He sighed dramatically, as if the building could feel his pain.

Inside there, Parker wasn't an employee; he was a slave. How he ended up there... was a story he didn't like to revisit. The woman who ran the club was a nightmare, and Parker knew he'd pay dearly if he even thought about quitting.

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As the night dragged on, Parker endured endlessly exhausting work.

Since it was weekend tomorrow, his boss had "requested" him to stay. By the time his shift ended, the first light of dawn was breaking. Collapsing into his worn, lumpy mattress, Parker stared at the ceiling.

"I'm done," he whispered. His voice, usually so sharp and cutting, cracked under the weight of his frustration.

"I'm not living this kind of life anymore!" he swore. But even as the words left his mouth, Parker knew what defying his boss would mean. He'd tasted her cruelty before.

Still, he couldn't shake the resolve building inside him. No matter what she did, no matter the cost, Parker Black was ready to burn everything down if it meant regaining control of his life.

[Ding! A Celestial has heard your cry and granted you a system...]