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I needed to be able to kill fuckers without having to actively target the brain or another highly-specific vital organ.
If I came across someone like that angel again, I needed to make sure that my bullets could pierce through and kill her nice and good.
Of course, I had the whole [Coin Flipper] business going on, which did increase my DMG, but just a 2x Multiplier required 10 USD, and although it didn't seem that much, taking into account my current funds I could do an enhanced shot like that one a total of 8 times.
That wasn't good enough.
[Money Kills] was another candidate, but it didn't really increase my DMG in any significant way unless I spent more money, and I didn't have a steady source of income yet.
It seemed like a stupidly good and more importantly, powerful ability later down the road, but right now it wasn't ideal.
Which left the last candidate: [Coin Stacker].
The part I cared the most about was the frankly ridiculous DMG boost it gave me for performing those coin ricochets, which completely ignored the previous requirement of having at least 10 USD for any real multiplier and just made it so I could bounce the bullet 6 times to have a… fucking hell, what were [Perfect Stacks] modifiers again?
I quickly used the INFO command and a paper with all pertinent details fell from the air. E.E read its contents instantly.
10% DMG per [Perfect Stack]. If every ricochet with [Coin Stacker] gave me 5 Stacks, and the maximum amount of coins at a time increased to 6, then that gave me… 300% DMG boost.
For 6 dollars, a 300% DMG boost. That seemed more than good in my opinion, not to mention that once the shot landed, it wouldn't be as if the [Perfect Stacks] just disappeared, they'd stay for the rest of the fight, and if I went and spent another 6 dollars for a second shot…
My eyes widened as I realized the absolute potential of this.
This was a fucking stupid skill, whoever the fuck designed this Incursor bullshit was a moron, how could they let such an easily abusable skill get through.
As long as I kept those coins ricochets going I'd be able to kill anything on my path, be it human, devil or angel.
Confident in my choice, I selected [Coin Stacker] with the mouse, and confirmed my choice.
As I felt the change within me take place, I generated six coins on the palm of my hand. 1 USD each.
With practiced ease thanks to Sharpest Shooter, I throw five coins high in the air and soon after shoot the sixth coin inside the web of cash.
PI-PI-PI-PI-PING!
The coin got spat out of the web with absurd speed, smashing into the void's floor… wait, floor?
I leaned closer to the spot where the coin impacted, the five other ones disappearing once they touched ground.
Yup, that was a broken floor, simply painted absolute black for… effect maybe? It reminded me of when I first awakened in Heaven and got my sentence.
…Wait, was I in Heaven? Whenever I got leveled-up I got woken up in Heaven?
Before I could do any further research, the computer made a loud noise, as if to remind me that I need to wrap this shit up.
I really wanted to investigate, but I didn't want to mistakenly have something wrong on my character sheet, so I just returned my attention to the screen.
Name: Daniel, [the Perfectionist.]
Level : Level 4 [Perfectionist] Undead Gunman.
XP: 7900
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Skill List:
[Perfect Shots]
[Perfect Stacks]
[Stylish Twirl]
[Coin Flipper]
[Coin Stacker] (NEW!)
Perk List:
Eyes Everywhere
Sharpest Shooter
Trait List:
Darksign
Conditions:
Undead (Darksign)
To my surprise, the photo on the sheet got updated again, this time showing a much put-together Daniel, although I was still too pale for comfort. I eyed the sheet to make sure there wasn't anything wrong with it, then finally pressed the button labeled 'CLOSE'.
CHARACTER CHANGES HAVE BEEN CONFIRMED.
DAY-END SUMMARY DREAM CLOSING…
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DREAM CLOSED.
SWEET DREAMS, INCURSOR!
And everything went absolutely black.
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For all the big talk I made of finally leaving Kuoh and how much it would change my life, I had completely failed to consider that most of my wishes here had to do with pretty tourism and murder.
Sure, those were some pretty good wishes, I wholeheartedly wanted to explore the city and drink in all of that sweet Japanese culture, and of course I wanted to exercise my right to bear arms and feed lead to a bunch of petty criminals and stray demons.
But I failed to consider one small, yet glaringly obvious bit.
Mankind's ruler was and would always be money, and as a son of Man that I was… I just had $48 bucks.
And since both of my prime interests in Kyoto were tourism and murder, it wasn't hard to notice that neither of those activities in any way, shape or form generated money, they just consumed it.
Consumed it a whole lot more now that I needed to rely on [Coin Flipper] like a junkie.
So, before I could even begin doing the activities I really wanted, I needed to hustle.
And Daniel might have been a homeless, unclean, rude, crass, unkind, hateful, spiteful, impulsive, petty, selfish, indecent, stupid and in general a big asshole.
But he was also a hustler.
"Alright! Who wants to see this gaijin juggle THREE knives!?"
And like birds to the sky, and fish to the sea, the hustler would hustle.
As the crowd cheered for me, the three knives (two of those stolen) kept getting juggled, my hands busy and my mind alert.
I knew that just juggling funny little balls wouldn't net me much money, the earnings I made last time I hustled were quite meager before Rias came and donated me those $140, so I decided to step it up a notch.
Now that I had my bearings in this accursed 'DxD' land and more or less knew what was going on, I felt confident enough to attempt actual crime, and with the aid of Eyes Everywhere, it was painfully easy to enter a small restaurant and steal a couple knives.
Daniel.
What.
That was fucking disgusting, weren't you supposed to improve yourself?
Hell yeah I did, those infinite eyes made stealing shit a cakewalk. Never in my world could I have performed such flawless theft.
That's what I was talking about! You said you were going to stop being a homeless bum! We all knew you still didn't own property but… baby-steps and all that! Stop stealing!
All cool rich people were thieves. Therefore, if I wanted to be rich, I needed to steal… but in a cooler way.
THAT'S NOT-
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