"A piece of trash like you—low-class D-class person like you deserves nothing in this place."
Before Solomon even realized it, a punch had already been thrown at him. He dodged it effortlessly, tilting his head, shoulder, and body just in time. The boy ended up hitting nothing but air.
Still, the bully didn't give up. He aimed another punch, this time straight at Solomon's face. Again, Solomon dodged it with fluid motion, his body moving instinctively.
The bully's face twisted in rage, though he still grinned as he glared at Solomon with eyes full of fury. Solomon, on the other hand, stayed calm—expression cool and composed the entire time. His only thought was, When will this mission be completed?
He hadn't expected a group of bullies to show up and disrupt his peace. He was calculating everything silently, waiting to hear the ding of the system's notification. But instead, this idiot had come along to ruin his mood.
Grinding his teeth, the bully shouted, "Solomon, stand still and let me punch you!"
Solomon finally opened his mouth. "Am I stupid enough to just stand here and let you hit me? Do I have no sense? Do I look like someone whose brain is in his ass?"
The bully clenched his jaw harder, clearly provoked by Solomon's sarcastic response. He threw more punches, one after another in frustration. Solomon dodged them all with ease.
A girl who earlier had fallen on Solomon quickly ran off seeing the opportunity. Solomon caught her fleeing figure from the corner of his eye but didn't care. She was irrelevant. His only concern was the persistent annoyance in front of him.
All this time, the bully had been attacking non-stop while Solomon dodged everything, untouched. But finally, the bully changed tactics. He stopped targeting Solomon's face and chest and aimed directly for his abdomen.
Solomon's expression turned dangerously cold. He finally reacted—catching the bully's fist with his hand. Without hesitation, he landed a powerful punch straight to the bully's face.
blood instantly gosh out from the bullies nose. The bully collapsed to the ground the moment Solomon released his grip.
"Try hitting me now," Solomon said coldly.
The minions, seeing their leader down and bleeding, were struck with fear. Powerless and shaken, they had no choice but to flee from the place.
Just then, Solomon heard the familiar notification sound from the system:
"Mission successfully completed.
The host has successfully gained 100 billion dollars.
The host has also received a bonus reward of 1 million dollars>
Mission completed>Hidden quest unlocked>The host has received a side gift> Three Blind Boxes.
>The host is to choose one of the Blind Boxes to claim its reward."
Solomon turned his eyes around the store, searching for a way to access the new system settings—to open the blind box gifts and absorb whatever new feature or reward the system had just unlocked.
As he looked around, raising his head, he spotted a CCTV camera mounted high on the rooft. Solomon furrowed his brow and crouched down, his eyes catching sight of a small pebble lying at his feet—likely broken loose from a dress at display, knocked down by all the chaos.
He picked up the object and, pointing his finger skyward, and he aimed at the CCTV camera. There could be other CCTV footage anywhere in the store. But now, at least that one was destroyed.
God knows where the others might be hiding, so Solomon needed to find a safe place to access the system gifts. Without hesitation, he exited the area, leaving behind the group of fleeing students and others still shopping inside the store.
Walking down a narrow side lane of the store, the weather had already turned stormy. Rain had begun to fall with drizzling noise accompanying it as it coated the ground. The ground grew wet with moisture, reflecting a faint, mirror-like image of Solomon as he passed.
Reaching the corner, Solomon looked left and right to make sure no one was nearby. Once confident he was alone, he summoned the system screen before him. Instantly, the three Blind Boxes appeared.
They looked like gift boxes, but glowed like system energy, radiating with a deep blue light, like Python data streams merging on a computer, coming together forming the body of each box, complete with a ribbon on top.
Solomon stared at them.
What could be inside these blind boxes? What was hidden within? Would the contents be helpful… or dangerous?
The system, hearing his unspoken thoughts, responded:
"Host, you may choose. I assure you—it is something good. You've performed well and earned your reward."
Solomon furrowed his brow and decided to trust the system. He looked at the three Blind Boxes in front of him.
'One in the middle, one on the left, and one on the right.
"Which one should I choose?
If I pick the one on the right, will I lose something?
If I choose the middle, will I gain something?
'If I go with the left, will I gain even more?'
The questions circled in his mind. To make a decision seemed harder than it should be.
Solomon stood before the Blind Boxes, his mind clouded with indecision.
Meanwhile, Solomon finally stopped and took control of himself. He decided not to access the Blind Box—not yet. His mind was too chaotic. One of the best pieces of advice he had ever followed in life was this, 'When your mind is unsettled and you can't make a clear decision, it's better to leave it and return later—especially if the matter isn't urgent.'
The system hadn't mentioned any time limit for choosing the Blind Box, so Solomon knew he could access it whenever he was ready.