The System In My Head

White knight with plot armor

"Excuse me. Do you work here? This shop is great" Ben said.

In the end, he chose the safe option A. It was the only one that did not look extreme. Although, he was surprised it was divine because his lines seemed too simple. Ben doesn't often use regular openers like that, but he knows a line is only useful as a result.

Waiting for the professional beauty to respond, Ben stood by the shop window in the mall corridor as the talkative shoppers passed by. Already guessing what he was going to say, he was considering his next move. 'How should I follow up ...'

Too bad he got ahead of himself.

The woman glanced at Ben, then looked back at his clipboard. "Sorry, Sir. I'm working right now. If you go inside, a flight attendant will help you..."

[Current target attraction level: rejected (-1)]

Ben blinked. 'Seriously though? How could? Which was right then?'

The system immediately gave him an answer. Options A and C disappear, leaving a true divine line.

[B: Look at you, pathetic. Your father never believed you. That's why you're here now]

Ben raised his eyebrows, but then his eyes flashed. 'Wait, is there no gap? So what if I choose wrong, I can use this line now. I feel bad because it's a bit cruel, but the system says he wants to hear this ...'

Ben took another step towards the woman. He sneered. "Look at you, pathetic. Your father never believed you. That's why you're here now ..."

The woman turned to Ben again, this time with a cold look. "Go now .. or I'll call security ..."

[Current target attraction level: disgust (-1)]

Ben gulps. 'How do I become a Nostradumbass?!? What the hell is going on? Is his skill broken?' Despite his confusion, he left. Ben asked the system why the channel was not working, but it did not answer him. He rubbed his neck, contemplating the matter, occasionally glancing at the professional woman who continued to work.

While thinking about it, Ben observed the changes nearby. An older man came out of the store in a black suit and talked to him. It was obvious even from a distance that they had a resemblance of a face. Ben could not hear their conversation, but it seemed like the man was reprimanding him because he lowered his head in embarrassment.

Ben sighed, after knowing the problem. 'It looks like the system won't make it easy ...' He understood that a system of structuring options so that using the wrong lines would make the right one impossible to work after. The wrong opener will lower the target's level of interest or ruin his first impression of it.

'It looks like the best opener isn't always the sensible one ...' Although Ben failed, he did not disappoint him. 'Well, his skills are just a boost. If I have learned something, it will ultimately ... it will still depend on me.' Ben understood that the system was a helper, not a crutch.

Ben took that lesson. Then, he put it aside and focused on the next problem. 'The white knight came to save the princess from her arrogant father...' Ben finally wanted to flex his muscles. He has been exercising religiously, becoming more muscular since his first transformation. He had also gained strength and that had not included the power potion he had consumed which increased it by 20%. Ben is not afraid of conflict anymore, has developed a trait of courage. 'I don't believe I will lose to senior citizens ...'

'Even though, it won't happen. He will test me with a challenging task, I will succeed at the last second with my legendary plot armor.' He herded his white horse towards the man, who was still reprimanding the woman. 'This beauty is treated unfairly. He desperately needs rescue.' However, his march ended halfway through Christopher Reeve's moment...

As Ben approached, he noticed that on the man's waist, there was a holster... Ben nodded in understanding. 'It's for his own good. Discipline builds character.'

He spins 180 and marches back in search of a new heroic adventure. 'I've seen episodes of MythBusters...Plot armor can't stop bullets...'

***

Over the next two hours, Ben did 4 dates at a nearby cafe, and collected a total of 5 numbers from attractive girls. Although he cannot relate**** with phone number ... more numbers mean more opportunities. He was content to get Glengarry's lead...

It was a powerful result, unimaginable for him the last time he was in this mall, when his opening was closer to insults, and he lacked the ability to follow through.

That was when the familiar voice stood out from the passing crowd. Antonio greeted. "Yo cuz, I have 4 numbers, how are you?"

Before Ben could answer, Antonio turned his head. He saw something more interesting nearby: an attractive brunette working inside the store. He's back at Ben's. "Please tell me that you haven't got the number?"

Ben shook his head.

Antonio smiled. "It's nice. I have a stock opener for store clerks that I haven't used for a long time. They always call me dear whenever I hit them with this. I'll lead the attack ..." He walked towards her .

When Antonio reached the officer, he put on a serious and bitter expression. "Hello, I'm here for my mom. He's very old now..."

The officer replied with a pleasant smile, "OK ..."

Antonio continued. "I want to get something good for him. Something to let him know I love him, and help me remember him when he's gone..." He was waiting for the officer's response. 'This is the part where he said' Aw, you're so sweet ..."'

"*** ****** ** *****..." replied the officer.

'Does he have an accent? Sounds a little weird.' Antonio spread a polite smile. "Can you repeat it?"

"Go, or I'll call the cops..."

"It's okay.any good boy must-" His face froze in a smile, arrogant being...

He realized his response was a little unenthusiastic... 'He must have heard wrong.' He repeated himself, "I told you I'm here to get something for my mother."

"We're not doing it here!"

Antonio squinted. "Whatchu mean? Isn't this a shop?"

"Yes! That's a taxidermist!"

***

A few minutes later, on the bench, Ben looked at Antonio, after hearing what had happened. "So the point is, you asked her to cram your dead mother and put it on the wall?

...

Antonio frowned. "I just want a scarf or something. Who knew he had such a weird hobby?"

'...The problem is not his hobbies but your lack of awareness.' Ben shook his head. "The line..maybe you should have adjusted it more..I mean, didn't you notice all the animal heads on the wall?"

Antonio grunting. "The essence of a stock opener is that it should do its job everywhere. How can you expect me to pay attention to those details? My mind is busy; don't you see that jug?"

...

Antonio glanced at the sexy body of the store clerk from a distance and gulped. "I need to find a stock opener for taxidermy experts ..."