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Chapter 202 I'm Going To Die!
Chapter 202 I'm Going To Die!
[Part 12/12 of today's Mass release! Here you go fellas! Big Shout-out to Dirtydew!]
Brrrrr! Brrrrr! Brrrrr! Brrrrr! Brrrrr! Brrrrr!
Hugo groggily dragged himself into the bathroom, his eyes half open, his brain still booting up like an old computer.
His mind was running on autopilot, just like every morning—pee, brush teeth, maybe check abs if feeling narcissistic enough—but the moment he stood next to the wall, something felt different.
He squinted at his reflection. Then at the stickers he had placed onto the wall weeks ago.
They seemed a little lower than before?
Wait… was he standing taller?
His sleepy brain took a second to catch up. Then, with the urgency of a detective solving a crime, he turned to his measuring marks on the wall.
He lined himself up. Calmed himself and measured as well as he could. Then checked again.
5'9.
…
"Wow! wasn't i just 5'8 the beginning of this week?!"
Hugo stumbled back, staring at the mark like it contained the great mysteries of life.
To think he would be growing so fast way after his growth spurt! This system was absolutely miraculous!
"If I keep growing like this, I'll be dunking on fools in the NBA by next year! The world isn't ready for a 6'6 Hugo with a 40-inch vertical! I'll be UNSTOPPABLE!"
He contemplated whether he should use his mastery Points on something like basketball mastery but decided against it.
It would take too long for him to start making a lot if money no matter how skilled he was. But still, this growth was very good for other aspects of his life!
His excitement shot through the roof. But then, as all great men of culture would, he glanced down at his other department—because, let's be honest, priorities.
He checked.
He measured.
He froze.
He grinned.
Standing tall. Standing proud. Standing at a glorious NINE inches.
"LET'S GOOOOOOOO!!!"
Hugo threw his fist into the air, barely stopping himself from doing a victory lap around the bathroom.
"MY BOY! MY CHAMPION! MY UNDEFEATED WARRIOR! YOU'VE ASCENDED TO NEW HEIGHTS!"
As he stared at his reflected greatness, he noticed something else—his jawline had gotten sharper.
His face looked more masculine. Even his voice when he grumbled to himself was deeper and smoother.
He sounded half like a radio presenter now!
He sound like one of those anime characters who always talk in a mysterious tone!
"Damn. If I had like fifty of these, I'd evolve into a final boss character. The kind with a deep-ass voice and a cape that flutters dramatically in the wind!"
With a newfound appreciation for himself, he hopped into the shower, humming happily as the warm water washed over his glorious, genetically superior body.
After getting dressed in casual but stylish clothes, he ran a hand through his hair—and immediately scowled.
"What the hell? My hair is getting ridiculous."
It was already long enough to cover his eyes. At this rate, he'd look like a moody rockstar by next week.
He couldn't afford to have girls thinking he was in his depression phase.
"Alright. First stop—barbershop. Then, meet Sanchez."
He had a meeting at Sanchez's house today for god knows what.
All he knew was that Sanchez had told him to "look sharp and neat", and knowing Sanchez, if Hugo showed up looking like a homeless philosopher, he'd roast him into oblivion.
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One Hour Later – Cuttin Edg Barbershop (AKA The House of Horror) Read exclusive adventures at My Virtual Library Empire
The moment Hugo stepped into Cuttin Edg Barbershop, he felt pure dread settle in his gut.
The memories… oh god, the trauma.
The last time he was here, Old Rick—the half blind, permanently high barber—had been so baked out of his mind that he had sheared off half of Hugo's hair like he was a damn sheep.
He had such a strong grip on Hugo's skull that he could only watch as his precious hair were ruthlessly weeded out.
If the man later decided to venture into the agricultural industry, he would be a billionaire in record time.
"I had to get a BUZZCUT just to salvage the situation. I looked like a damn military recruit for A WHOLE MONTH!"
And there he was again.
Old Rick.
Slouched in his barber chair, sunglasses on, smoking something that definitely wasn't legal.
Hugo's survival instincts screamed at him to leave.
But like an idiot in a horror movie, he hesitated. Afterall, he had to satisfy the viewers' curiosity.
Rick suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Hugo's.
"Yo, Old Rick," Hugo greeted cautiously.
Rick grinned lazily, waving his clippers in the air like a wizard holding a magic wand. "Ah… if it isn't the young prince… back for his royal grooming. Your highness..."
'Oh yeah. He's gone. He's totally gone.'
Alarm bells blared incessantly in Hugo's mind and his whole body entered danger mode.
Hugo's body moved on its own, his feet already stepping backward toward the door. "Actually, you know what? I think I—"
BZZZZT!
Rick clicked the clippers on, tilting his head. "Leaving already, boy?"
'RUN. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.'
"Uh, yeah—"
THWIP!
In one smooth motion, Old Rick twirled his comb like a ninja throwing star and stabbed it into the wall right next to Hugo's face.
Hugo's soul left his body. Blood drained from his face and his eyes widened dangerously.
Rick smirked, tapping the clippers against his palm. "Sit down, son."
His voice left no room for argument. It had the finality of a villain.
"I'M GOING TO DIE."
Why had he even decided to come to this barbershop? Was he tired of having a normal scalp?
Sweat dripped down Hugo's neck as he slowly, reluctantly, backed away from the door… and into the barber chair.
At this point, there was nothing he could do. He had to take the chair!
Rick spun the chair around dramatically. "Now… what style you want?"
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100 PS - 2 Bonus chapter
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