Limitless Vice
Episode 5: The Hustle of a God
The docks still reeked of smoke from the Crimson Fang massacre, but Eric wasn't thinking about war anymore. Wars were expensive. Wars were noisy. Deals, on the other hand? Deals were endless. Quiet money. Easy money.
The phone pulsed in his palm like it knew his thoughts.
LEVEL: 4
BALANCE: $6,720
NEXT DEAL VALUE: $20
MISSION: Complete 3 consecutive deals.
REWARD: +$2,000, New Inventory Drug: Void Dust.
Eric leaned back on the safehouse couch, blowing smoke into the air. Karma draped across his chest like a cat, her lips brushing his collarbone. She whispered, "Deals, huh? So where do we start?"
Eric smirked. "Everywhere. The streets. The clubs. Other worlds. Doesn't matter. If they've got money, I'm fucking taking it."
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Deal One: The Bodega Run
He decided to start small. Every king tested his product on peasants first.
Eric walked into a grimy corner bodega in Brooklyn, the kind where the bulletproof glass was thicker than the walls. The owner, a tired old man with gray hair, looked up nervously.
Eric pulled a small glowing bag from his pocket and tossed it on the counter. "Twenty bucks."
The old man squinted. "I don't want trouble."
Eric leaned in, eyes glowing faintly. "This ain't trouble. This is freedom. One hit and you'll forget your shitty little life for an hour. Twenty bucks. That's it."
The man hesitated, trembling, but his hands moved on their own. He slid a crumpled bill through the slot. Eric grinned and shoved the bag toward him.
The phone pulsed.
DEAL COMPLETE. +$20.
BALANCE: $6,740.
Eric smirked. "Good man. First taste is the cheapest it'll ever be. Remember that."
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Deal Two: The Club Queen
Later that night, Eric hit a strip club in Manhattan. The bass rattled the walls, neon lights painting everything in pink and blue. Women slid up and down poles, money raining like snow.
Eric walked straight to the back, where the club queen sat on a throne of velvet—gold chains, diamonds dripping, bodyguards on either side. She looked him up and down, unimpressed.
"You're the new guy," she said flatly.
Eric smirked, tossing a glowing vial onto her lap. "Nah. I'm the only guy that matters."
She picked up the vial, examining it. "And what makes this shit so special?"
Eric leaned down, whispering in her ear. "Take it. Then fuck me. You'll understand."
Her eyes narrowed, but curiosity won. She swallowed the vial in one gulp, shuddering as light spread through her veins. She gasped, clutching his shirt, eyes wide. "Oh… oh fuck…"
Eric laughed, pulling her onto his lap right there on her throne. The music drowned out her moans as she rode him, her guards looking away with flushed faces.
The phone pulsed.
SEX MISSION COMPLETE. +1 Level.
LEVEL: 5.
NEXT DEAL VALUE: $25.
EFFECT: Attractiveness Increased.
When it was over, she collapsed against him, trembling. Eric lit a cigarette, blowing smoke into her hair. "You're mine now. Every girl in this club dances to my tune."
She nodded weakly. "Yes… anything you want…"
The phone buzzed again.
DEAL COMPLETE. +$25.
BALANCE: $6,765.
Eric smirked. "Two down."
Deal Three: The Alien Aristocrat
The third deal came from the Galaxy Market. Eric and Karma stepped through a glowing rift, landing in a city made of crystal towers under a violet sky. Wealth oozed from every corner—hover-cars, jeweled robes, perfume thick in the air.
Their buyer was an alien aristocrat with translucent skin, veins glowing silver beneath. He sneered when Eric approached.
"You? The human filth causing ripples in the market?"
Eric grinned. "That's me. Filthy, rich, and better looking every level."
The aristocrat sniffed. "Your price?"
Eric tossed a bag of crystalline powder on the table. "Twenty-five a pop."
The alien scoffed. "Insulting. I pay no more than fifteen."
Eric's grin vanished. He leaned across the table, voice low and venomous. "I don't do discounts. I don't do negotiations. Twenty-five. You don't like it? Get the fuck out of my face."
The alien bristled, ready to argue—until his eyes met Eric's. The human's glow was too much. The longer he stared, the more he wanted. Finally, with shaking hands, he threw down a stack of credits.
Eric shoved the bag into his chest. "Pleasure doing business, bitch."
The phone pulsed.
DEAL COMPLETE. +$25.
BALANCE: $6,790.
MISSION COMPLETE: 3 Consecutive Deals.
REWARD: +$2,000. New Inventory Drug: Void Dust.
BALANCE: $8,790.
Eric pulled a glowing black vial from his phone. Void Dust. It shimmered like smoke and stars. He smirked. "Now this is the shit that'll change the game."
Back at the Safehouse
Karma lounged on the couch, still buzzing from the alien city's debauchery. "Three deals, one night. You're unstoppable."
Eric paced, cigarette dangling from his lips, staring at the vial of Void Dust. His reflection in the glass table caught his eye—sharper jawline, brighter eyes, more magnetic than before. Every level, every deal, he became harder to resist.
"They'll come for me harder now," Eric muttered. "Humans, aliens, gods, whatever. Doesn't matter. I'm not slowing down."
Karma stretched, smirking. "And what's next?"
Eric downed the Void Dust in one swallow. His veins lit up like constellations. He exhaled, laughing. "Next? We scale higher. More pussy. More money. More deals. Until the whole fucking multiverse is mine."
The phone pulsed, already queuing up new missions. Eric leaned into its glow, ready for the next hustle.