White...
As far as the eyes could see there was only white horizon.
And there Aril was, standing in the middle of a white world.
But he was not alone.
In front of the young man, a black silhouette sat so casually, looking at him.
No eyes, no face, no clothes, no distinguishing physical features.
Just a jet-black figure with two horns on top of its head and a wide grinning mouth.
"Welco, Aril," said the black figure.
Unlike the black figure, Aril was wearing a shirt and pants.
The young man walked up to the black figure with a feeling of annoyance.
"What do you want?" asked Aril with an annoyed and dismissive look.
"Don't be so stiff, you know what I want, right?"
"How many tis have I told you, I will never do what you want."
"Are you sure? The people you faced yesterday could co here."
"Then?"
The black figure shook his head while looking down slightly. "Tskckckck, you don't seem to understand. They could have brought their friends."
Aril grinned widely. "They can try. I don't need your help anyway. And never will."
The black figure just smiled. "You will need my help and beg when that ti cos."
"Pppfffttthhh... Keep dreaming you cursed demon."
Aril suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying in a 3 square ter bedroom.
"Tsk, this ti the dream feels so real," said Aril who was holding his head which was a bit dizzy.
He looked towards the window and could see the sunlight shining into his room.
Aril stood up and stretched a bit then walked out of the room.
The young man walked out of the house and found Salma in her usual clothes, a tank top with baggy pants.
Salma was drying the clothes that had just been washed.
Aril then turned his eyes to Putri who seed to be carrying out a mission from the system she had.
Putri seed to be crouching while jumping forward. No ones know how far or how many tis the girl did that.
Aril sighed and was a little grateful, just a little.
He might not have a system, but he could still train his body. And for so reason, after seeing Putri doing those movents, Aril beca concerned.
The system can indeed enhance the abilities of the user's body, but there is a price to pay, which is a mission that can be fairly silly and sotis has nothing to do at all with physical improvent.
But unfortunately, results are results. No matter how ridiculous it was, if the users of the system managed to level up, they would receive 1 status point that could be allocated to any sector permanently.
With such a status point, everyone can allocate their system points into a variety of different factors.
Speed, intelligence, strength, endurance, etc.
Does that count as cheating?
Very much so.
Moreover, Aril had to see Putri who was getting stronger day by day just because the girl was on a nonsense mission given by the system.
"What's wrong with you, Aril?" asked Salma who interrupted Aril's ti focused on cursing everyone who got the system with all its conveniences.
"Nothing, Aunt Salma," Aril replied after a long sigh.
Salma smiled at Aril. "Let's go spar."
"At least I have my own way to be strong," Aril said to himself.
Salma tilted her head slightly to the side and looked confused.
"Let's spar, Aunt Salma," Aril said with great determination in his eyes.
The two walked to the center of the empty field beside the house.
Aril set up a sturdy stance while raising both hands.
His right fist is level and slightly in front of his chin. His left fist is slightly higher than the position of his right fist and slightly more forward.
Salma raised both hands in the exact sa position as Aril. The only thing that was different was that the woman did not set up a stance, she jumped up and down on the spot using the tips of her feet.
Salma's heels didn't even touch the ground when she jumped, only her front side foot and fingers foot that touched the ground.
Aril did not make any movent, as if he was waiting for Salma to make the first move.
Salma smiled when she realized Aril's intentions and jumped forward with a quick jab using her left hand.
Aril managed to dodge at the last mont and imdiately threw a powerful punch with his right hand.
Salma dodged gracefully and Aril's right fist just touched her hair.
Aril stepped forward and threw back-to-back jabs with his left hand but Salma avoided them all.
As Aril threw the last jab, he accidentally used too much power in the punch and made the young man lean forward due to the montum of his own attack.
Salma, who realized this, imdiately seized the opportunity and threw a powerful punch with her right hand.
But that was exactly what Aril was waiting for.
With his left hand, Aril swatted away Salma's right wrist and imdiately braced his stance followed by a powerful right hand punch.
But it wasn't enough....
Salma didn't dodge, she stepped forward and launched an uppercut with her left hand into Aril's stomach.
The blow was so powerful that it made Aril kneel on the ground with both feet.
Salma chuckled. "As usual, your fighting style is cunning. You deliberately make think that you made a mistake so you can lure to using my right hand."
Aril was still kneeling with his face looking down while holding his own stomach with both hands.
"I... Against... The national kickboxing champion. There's no way I can win fairly," said Aril, who was still holding his stomach.
"Hahahaha, you're right, it's impossible -"
Aril suddenly did a low sweeping kick to Salma's legs but the woman reacted and jumped up.
But that was exactly what Aril expected.
The young man threw a handful of sand at Salma's eyes, followed by a punch to the face.
But alas...
Salma dodged the punch...
What surprised Aril was not that Salma dodged his punch, but the way she dodged his punch.
Salma closed her eyes tightly to avoid Aril's sand attack.
From the very beginning, Salma had known it and closed her eyes even before Aril threw the mass of sand.
The woman avoided Aril's punches purely using instinct and prediction.
Salma grinned widely and gave Aril goosebumps instantly.
Salma delivered a powerful punch with her right hand to Aril's face.
*BHAM!
Aril's head hit the ground and he felt an excruciating pain that spread across his face.
Aril whimpered in pain while holding his face with both hands while Salma laughed out loud.
"Alright, I will acknowledge you this ti. You may not have won, but your effort was very good," Salma said with a laugh.
"Aunt Salma, you cheated," said Aril with tears in his eyes.
"But you are the one who threw sands at ," replied Salma, still laughing.
Aril was silent, he couldn't respond, because what the woman with the ponytail said was true.
Salma extended her hand to help Aril up.
The young man grasped Salma's hand and she imdiately pulled Aril up.
However, the pull was too strong and eventually made Aril crash into her.
Both of them fell to the ground. Salma lay on the ground with her face facing upwards while Aril used both hands to support his body so as not to fell on Salma.
Aril's left hand was next to Salma's head while his right hand held Salma's breast.
Aril imdiately panicked and his chest pounded, cold sweat broke out on his face and he swallowed his saliva instantly.
Salma just smiled. "Did you change your mind about last night?"
"A... I... I..."
"Heh! What did you do to my mom?!" shouted Putri who was standing not far from where Aril and Salma were sparring.
Aril imdiately stood up straight and Putri ran straight to the young man and slapped him in the face.
"Even though you always use dirty tricks and never win against my mom, that doesn't an you can use perverted thods!" shouted Putri who slapped Aril once again.
Aril just gave up because he knew that whatever ca out of his mouth would not be a useful at all.
There Aril was, standing listening to Putri's seemingly never-ending babble while Salma chuckled at them.
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