Humble Hero Work

(Edited for added drama and power indulgence.)

As the first day of orientation wrapped up and I was mounting my bike, I heard a familiar voice calling out "Dr. Kenji." I turned to see Clarissa Lambert doing her best to run towards me in heels. "Hold on a sec." She said as she caught up to me. "I just wanted to apologize for my terrible behavior. I deeply regret my actions and I humbly beg your forgiveness. Please do not tell my mother."

I could not help but smile. "It is alright. No harm done." I reassured the young lady.

"I just feel so terrible. Let me make it up to you." Said Clarissa.

"It really is not necessary." I said.

"But it is. Please. Let me do something for you. I will not feel right about this unless I can do something for you." Insisted Clarissa.

After a moment of thought. A moment where I got to appreciate how adorable the young lady was and how in many ways she was the opposite of her mother. Where the Mistress Lambert liked people to know that she was sexy and in charge. Clarissa dressed like someone who is trying to hide how beautiful she really was."Well. How about the dishes, after dinner." I said.

"I am sorry?" Clarissa asked confused.

"I am new in town, I do not know a lot of people. On top of all that, this school is quite a place and I would appreciate an insider's insights. So, if next week you still feel like you owe me, then come to my place, you know where I live, yes?"
"Yes." Clarissa blushed as she answered.
"I will make dinner, you tell me all about growing up in this place." I gestured to the towering gothic buildings which surrounded us. "and then if you still feel like you owe me something after that, you can do the dishes. I like making the food, but I never like cleaning up afterwards. So if you did the dishes, I would see it as a huge favor." I said.

"I. I would love to. I mean." Clarissa took a breath and composed herself. "I would be happy to tell you what I know about Ten Joes. Over dinner." She smiled at me and did something I had not seen a woman do to me in ages. Clarissa Lambert undressed me with her eyes.

"Sounds good. See you around." I said as I popped a wheelie and cycled off.

I stopped off at the grocery store on the way home to grab some food for tonight. My sister and niece would be coming by and after absorbing ten levels of cooking skills from The System I was itching to try out a few recipes. I found it so strange how people, especially women, would just stare at me and whisper to one another as I walked by. I had spent so long being invisible that the strange attention I was getting was like an ever present **** pressing on my attention, but not in a bad way. Tingles ran down my spine every time a woman looked at me like a piece of meat that she wanted to devour. The worst were the ones with sons or husbands. The looks of anger, jealousy, and downright hostility towards me was so new at the time that I did not know how to handle so much concentrated hateful jealousy.

I paid for my groceries using my currency converter to turn the gil in my inventory into dollars. I had grabbed a handful of coins before I left that had been worth millions of dollars back home which let me pull crisp bank notes out of the dimensional storage space by pretending to pull the cash out of my pockets. A trick I use to store away the change. I made it a point to visit this Dwarf bank and find out exactly how much money I was worth. But for now I was walking around with <$10,575,383> in my inventory.
Needless to say, I bought some nice steaks, some good wine, organic veggies, and some fresh eclairs from the bakery. The food stored away in my inventory I rode home with a smile on my face and a sunny outlook.

I decided to take the back alleys and side streets to avoid traffic. In theory it was a longer route, but I could move so fast on my bike that it was much quicker going all out through the long winding way than to have to go slow enough on the main roads to deal with cars and pedestrians. I liked how it gave me a view of the city that few people see, another hidden world, only this one did not require a magic portal to visit, only a willingness to go the road less traveled.

I was almost home when my HUD flashed <Alert: distressed Damsel detected.> I was about to ignore it when the System flashed <Alert: **** imminent> I made a hard turn and followed the directions on my HUD map where I found a woman being pushed up against a brick wall, her mouth gagged by what looked like the girl's own panties as two men held her at knife point. The young lady was crying as the as her two assailants were laughing at her expense. "Mmmm. You taste good, bitch."
"Yeah, you are a tight little bitch. Jayrod is gonna to enjoy breaking you in." The girl's screams were muffled by her gag, but that did not stop the man who referred to himself as Jayrod from hitting her to **** her silence.

"Hey!" I shouted to draw their attention before I hopped off of my bicycle and threw it at the two men. It knocked the two men off of their feet and freed up girl from their clutches. "Run!" I shouted at the young lady. The girl scrambled to her feet and bolted for the open air.

"You are going to pay for that, asshole." The man said pulling out a gun and pointing it in my face.
"Look man." I said staring down the barrel of a 9mm. "I have money. How about you take my cash and walk away?" I was surprised how calm I felt. Sure, I was scared shitless. Completely terrified of the very cold hard reality of having a gun pointed at your face.
"How about, I take your money from you after I fuck up your pretty face." The man said before he pulled the trigger.

There was a loud BANG, BANG, BANG, with each BANG coming with a flash of light. I felt my eyes going wide as I watched the bullets flying at me in what seemed at the time like slow motion. I closed my eyes. Then...
<-50 HP><-50 HP> <-50HP>

I opened my eyes to see a very confused looking man holding a gun which he stared at with incredulity before looking at me in horror.
"What the fuck!" The other man said as he pulled out his own gun and started shooting me.
<-50HP><-50HP><-50HP><-50HP>...
The two men kept shooting at me until we all heard the CLICK CLICK of an empty magazine.

Getting shot does not hurt any less with a high HP. It might take a lot more bullets to actually kill you, but the amount of **** absorbed by my body and aura is not diminished. I had just been shot thirty times by these assholes. My fancy new suit was torn to shreds. My whole body was stinging and my brain was starting to process that I ought to be dead.

So when the two of them decided to drop their guns and run away. I decided that I was not going to let them off. I sprinted after the two. I locked eyes on where they were and willed myself to be there as fast as my body could take me. <skill unlocked: flashstep.>
"Oh Fuck." The man who had called himself Jayrod said as my vicelike grip sank into his shoulder.

"Indeed." I said before I tossed them both back into the dark alley.
With the fear of God upon their faces, I was on them.
I slammed them both against the wall. I took their wallets as I used The System to scan and clone their phones.
"Marcus Cafford, Connor Matthews. I know who you are and I know where you live. You are now going to go to the police and confess to **** trafficking, ****, attempted ****." I let that last one sit. I had half a mind to kill the pair of them right there and then, but I was socialized to believe that justice was better than vengeance. "and any other crimes you might have done. If you don't, then we will continue this conversation when I am the one with the guns. Do you understand me?" The two men nodded an affirmative before I tossed them and their wallets in the dumpster.

My bike was wrecked. The frame was all twisted and bent. I put the broken wreck in my inventory as I heard the sound of police sirens approaching. I thought about staying to give a statement, but my gut told me that 'witness survived thirty gun shots due to a cheat he got in an isekai.' was not going to look good in a police report.
I looked up at the rooftop and imagined myself where I wanted to be as I jumped. <Skill acquired: Flashjump>

As much as I enjoyed biking to work. I had to admit that flash stepping across rooftops was a fantastic way to travel.