Now that the improvent was done, Nash crossed his arms, staring proudly at the glowing stats.
Disorder shoot would be easier to use, right? Just imagining what this skill added to 100% stats for each shooting stats could do, Nash was impatient to turn the world upside-down.
But numbers didn’t always an everything.
He was the king in the street, but what about a real match?
What he really lacked was ga ti in a real match to experint it.
Back then, before the System, he could barely last one quarter, maybe twenty minutes tops, before his being pulled out.
Now though, with his stamina stacked up like this, he should be able to run the whole ga without falling apart. Right?
He wanted to believe it, but the thought of stepping onto the court with everything on the line made his stomach twist.
Victoria made it clear, he was the point of difference. That alone was heavy on the shoulders.
He chewed on the idea of dunking. Maybe that was the next wall to break.
But then again... sex. The System was clear: it was dominance and not Breakball system. It ant that seduction mattered as much as Breakball, and now it was ti to spend his SP.
25SP waited there.
First, Endurance. He dumped 8 points into it right away. After last night, he knew how far his body could go. He could go for multiple rounds, with multiple partners.
But everyti he ended up giving up.
With Lina and Sarra, he passed out, in the Midnight rest, even though he did a masterclass, he still ended up running away.
What he wanted was to feel like he did the bare minimum while the won were on the verge of collapsing.
After all... he wasn’t going to be just a regular custor after being offered to drop by anyti he wanted.
His muscles, his lungs, even his nerves felt tougher just imagining it.
Next, still with the idea of doing less for gaining more effect, Virility. He gave it 6 points.
Charisma was next. Another 5 points went there. He’d already improved this stats so much, but there was no reason to neglect it now.
With more charisma added to his alpha aura, even Victoria would think twice before ordering him around.
A dream for the won, a nightmare for the n.
Then he added 4 points to Domination, and the last 2 points into Tease.
After ticulously thinking and spending roughly 7 minutes to conclude this analysis, unlike his Breakball stats that rely took one minute, he decided to proceed to his physical stats.
With 37 to spare, and a juicy triple bonus for his daily quests, he could just go crazy.
He started with crossing the limit between average and short. 4 points sunk into height, and now he was a fit 180 cm tall man.
How fabulous, good ol’ hormone burst, at least that what Zayela would hear.
The rest was about efficiency. There weren’t as many body stats to play with, so every point was easy to fill.
Muscle Mass in particular, this feeling when he contracted his biceps and could see a vein? Gorgeous.
He funneled a heavy chunk into it until it surged near the top.
Muscle Mass Index: 15 → (78 → 93)
His fra tightening, filling, density hardening. He was tall and fit before, now he was tall and muscular.
Next, Recovery Speed and Flexibility.
Recovery Speed: 9 → (68 → 77)
Flexibility: 9 → (69 → 78)
With that, all his points were used. No need to worry about his spare points for height, he would replenish it in no ti.
Nash exhaled, running a hand along his arms. He was harder, and not just one part of his body this ti.
His whole body felt like a weapon.
Then, the System woke up again.
[SYSTEM SSAGE – QUEST COMPLETE]Quest: Abstain from sexual intercourse for 8 hours.Reward Unlocked:
Trait: Iron Will – Boosts ntal fortitude. Stronger against stress, pressure, and temptation. Your focus can no longer be easily shaken.
Passive: Flow Control – Grants conscious control over erection response. You can now suppress or trigger arousal at will.
[SYSTEM SSAGE – STAT MILESTONE]Passing Stat Reached 100 (MAXED).Rewards:
Skill: Phantom Pass – Opponents’ chance to intercept or react to your passes drastically reduced. Precision veiled in unpredictability.
Trait: Hawk’s Aim – Every assist benefits from boosted trajectory accuracy. No matter the angle, your passes are drawn toward teammates with uncanny precision.
Nash almost dropped on the ground. For a few seconds, he was like petrified. He had a monstrous shooting skill, now he got the sa as assist.
Wasn’t he really becoming a sort of ultimate weapon?
A low chuckle slipped out, growing into a wild grin. He leaned forward, eyes narrowing.
"Okay... Let’s fucking go."
With that done , it was to focus on the next step: Blacklist.
He cut through the city streets, heading toward a mall. The place was starting to get crowded, but Nash moved like water through it.
He didn’t drop much cash, compared to what he had. A couple clean fits, so fresh sneakers made for Breakball.
He kept it simple, efficient, the rich mindset wasn’t engraved in him yet. By the ti he walked out, bag slung at his side, he felt geared up for the next stage.
He was just about to check the ti when his phone buzzed.
A ssage from Lina.
He froze on the sidewalk, for a mont, he had completely forgot he had her number now.
His thumb lingered over the screen. Then he opened it, and gasped.
It was a picture of Lina sprawled across her bed, completely naked. One hand in her hair, tugging it loose, the other sliding between her thighs just enough to tease the shape of her fingers there.
Her legs were bent just so, hips tilted, giving him the whole view, bold, dirty, and ant only for him.
Her eyes stared at the cara, half-lidded, daring him.
The caption under it hit just as hard: Moving soon. Gonna celebrate our escape from this rathole tonight.
Another ping.
[LINA]: You in or you out, Blaze?
Nash chuckled lightly to himself. Yeah, this was his life now.
Won, money, and soon, fa. He opened the picture again, letting his eyes roam.
Bold didn’t even cover it. But the angle... no way she snapped this one solo. Which ant soone else was there.
His eyebrow rose. The caption said "our" escape. That sealed it: it had to be Sarra.
So the two of them lived together? Interesting.
His impatience buzzed; part of him wanted to reply right away, angle for another shot at a threeso. But then his smirk faded. There was a problem.
Ti. He had to manage it.
Blacklist was waiting. Zayela too. Amara hadn’t even crossed his mind in all this chaos.
If he was gonna keep these girls believing... rather, understand they made the right call betting on him, he couldn’t afford to slack on any of them.
He typed fast, thumbs flying:
[NASH]: Gonna bounce later. First eting today with my new Breakball team. Just got recruited.
He hit send and waited. A few seconds ticked by. Then, a new ping lit up his screen.
He smirked before even opening it.
The ssage was filled with emojis, wide eyes, open mouths, pure shock.
Lina had clearly read it right. A second later, the phone ringed.
Nash answered, and Lina’s voice exploded through the speaker, half-scream, half-laugh.
"No way, Nash! Don’t ss with like this... are you serious?!"
He grinned, calm as ever.
"Plans changed. You’re not hitting so decent hotel. You’re going to the best villa in town. Everything’s on . Don’t even pack your stuff, we’ll buy everything on the road."
On the other side, Lina scread again, completely naked on her bed. The noise startled Sarra, who slipped on a cup and fell on her ass.
"W-What’s going on?!" she shouted, scrambling.
But Lina wasn’t paying her any mind. She gripped the phone harder to face to her, practically yelling into it.
"Get over here and get pregnant, Nash! Right after you’re done! Don’t make wait!"
Nash blinked, laughing nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Heh... sure... Let’s, uh, talk about that later, m’kay?"
Nash hung up the call and stayed frozen, phone still in his hand. A low breath slipped out as he leaned back into a chair.
"...hm."
Everything was so perfect... And now, he got a reality check.
"Gotta refrain from cumming inside her now..."
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