A Date
A Date
Dave was still on the platform where he had started his training. However, he was laid out on his back. Exhaustion was clearly drawn on his face.
A notification was blinking in front of Dave.
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You have died in a simulation of the Undeath God's training arena.
You will suffer no adverse effects.
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"Guess I got lucky. I didn't think he could turn into that," Dave answered and waved the notification away.
"Yes, but don't start feeling all hurt on me. True, it was luck that you managed to win the first time. But if you get stronger, you'll be able to win again easily." Nick encouraged his Champion.
"I guess so. I killed him nine times. I only needed one more, but he became too strong," Dave shook his head and stood up.
"Indeed such is the power of the Chosen Ones," Nick agreed.
"Yeah, but the situation might have changed if I had the help of my undead," Dave said.
"It might, but I doubt it. Lakhbar would consume them to regenerate. I don't think it would have changed much but would have made the fight even more difficult for you," Nick argued.
"Right, guess I'll leave," Dave said.
"Oh, you don't want to try again?" Nick asked a bit surprised.
"I'd prefer to gain a few more levels before I try again, besides I have a date."
Nick smiled, "Then go ahead. Whenever you feel ready, come find me in the tavern, and I'll bring you here to train. Cya, kid." Nick disappeared in a swirl of black smoke, leaving Dave alone on the platform.
A black vortex popped into existence next to him. It was the same one that brought him into this place.
Dave took the vortex and teleported back to the tavern.
He looked at the time. It was evening, a good time to take Zoe out, he thought.
He called her using the in-game dialing option. After a few rings, Lone's cheerful voice sounded from the other side of the lie.
"Supp, Davey!"
"Supp, so you ready? I finished with what I had to do today."
"Yeah, I'm done, so I'll come to pick you up?"
"Yeah, I'll be waiting for you outside."
"Right, see ya then Davey," Lone hung up.
Dave chose the log out option and found himself back in his room. He got out of the capsule and went to take a quick shower.
He shaved some of his growing facial hair and used cologne. Most of the bath accessories had thankfully been arranged by. Not only did she equip his house with furniture, she had made sure that all the necessities he could use were all in place for him to move in.
When he got out of the bath, he went back to his bedroom. He considered wearing the same clothes he had on previously, but then decided against it. They were sweaty, whereas he had just showered..
"Damn, I should have gotten more clothes," Dave criticised himself. He just noticed that most of his clothes were old, torn in some places and looked over-worn.
After debating on which of his clothes were the least horrendous, Dave's eyes wandered to a section in his room. There was a small closet that he hadn't paid attention to before. Afterall he just started living in his penthouse. He was still discovering new things about the place.
Dave went to the wall section. There was no handle, but it clearly looked like there was something behind it. Dave pressed on the wall, trying to see if there was a way to move it. As soon as he touched it the wall moved back on its own and slid to the left, revealing what was behind.
Dave's eyes widened. There was an entire room hidden behind the wall, filled with all kinds of clothes and suits.
"Holy cow!"
Dave went into the closet. A motion sensor light bulb lit up. Showing that there was more to the closet than met the eye. There were ties, shoes, shirts, and t-shirts — all kinds of clothing and accessories, almost comparable to a small clothing shop of the highest quality.
Dave looked over the items. They perfectly matched his size. He smiled as he began pondering on which to take.
"Suits are a no go, though fancy, I'm just going out with Zoe, not to a staff meeting." Dave ignored all the famous brand's suits and went deeper into the dresser.
He found a pair of slim black jeans and a pair of shoes to match. He paired them with a white shirt that was tight around his upper arms.
He looked into a mirror which was installed into the dresser.
His hair was a bit shaggy, but while it was wet, it gave him a 'Hot-Mess' kind of look. The shirt fit him perfectly. Dave wasn't an athlete, nor did he have a perfect body, but the shirt was fitted to best show off his chest muscles. The jeans were lean and slim making him look taller.
"Nice!" Dave gave his reflection the double thumbs up and left the closet.
When he looked back at his other clothes, he shook his head and took them all to the trash bin.
'I gotta take the trash out soon.' He reminded to himself and turned to the lounge and sat there waiting for Zoe's call.
After forty-five minutes, Zoe finally called.
"Yo, what took you so long?" Dave asked.
"A girl needs her time to nicen up! So, where are you?"
"I'm still at home. How about you?"
"I just got left, I'll be there in a minute, there is no traffic right now," Zoe said and hung up.
Dave stood up and left his penthouse. He took the elevator down, but it stopped at a random number, there was someone waiting for the elevator.
A young woman in a black suit and a short haircut walked into the elevator. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and carried herself with pride as she moved inside.The pair of glasses on her face really suited her giving her the look of a professional businesswoman.
She inspected Dave with a single glance before she turned her back to him. It seemed like she was also planning to go downstairs.
Dave shook his head, smiling and also ignored the woman. He assumed that she had to be working here or was on her one to one of the neighbouring locations. The building Dave was on was a mix of companies and living residencies, though most of the residences were on the upper floors.
As the elevator was going down, the woman sniffed the air audibly and said without turning to face Dave, "That's too much cologne, you're not going to impress anyone with that."
Dave raised his brows and subconsciously also smelled the air. "You're probably right. Good thing I'm not trying to impress anyone tonight. Next time I'll make sure to put less on." He saw no reason to argue with the woman. Then the elevator door opened up.
Dave let the woman exit first and followed behind. She was going outside, and so was Dave. Apparently him trailing after her managed to irk her as she turned around to face him, "Listen, I just told you, you won't be impressing anyone. Myself included, so why are you following me?" She asked.
"Easy there, I'm just going outside. My ride is there."
"It better be," She turned with a huff, her pace growing faster as if to get away from Dave as soon as possible.
Dave groaned to himself and moved out of the building. The girl was standing on the sidewalk waiting for a taxi. Dave had to wait for Zoe to arrive, so as awkward as it was he also had to go to the sidewalk.
The woman made sure to move away a few extra steps away from him. Unfortunately for her, no taxis were around at the moment, making her more flustered and impatient.
Soon, a purple Lamborghini zoomed up in front of the building. A purple-haired girl honked at him to get in.
When the woman in black saw the girl, who appeared to be waiting for the man with the shaggy haircut. Her brows arched up, she recognized her, Dave didn't notice it and went to the Lambo.
The woman kept her eyes on Dave until he got in.
Zoe, however, was a woman and seeing another woman staring at Dave didn't sit too well with her. So, the moment Dave got in, she lunged at him, stealing a kiss.
Dave was left half-stunned half pleased with the sudden kiss and it took him a moment before he remembered to buckle his seatbelt. Zoe, on the other hand, turned to look at the girl with a leer on her face basically screaming, 'Back off, he's mine'. Then she stepped on the gas as hard as possible, forcing the car to roar in content as it sped off in the distance.