Summary: Arnold Jackson is now in university and things aren't going so hot. He exchanged one hell hole for another and thinks of dropping out. But then he gets the system.
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The world was an unfair place.
Arnold Jackson knew that more than anybody.
He never told anybody at Beverly Hills High that he was actually an orphan and the only reason he got into the school was because he had a scholarship.
He had decided from an early age that he was going to be somebody despite his status, he was going to make it big and walk alongside the elite.
That was why, he would spend his days doing chores for little money and then study.
His status forced him to that to go to the nearest elementary school and middle school, but when it came to High school...
He could get a scholarship to a high end one.
He worked his butt off to get into Beverly Hills High were everybody was classed as the elite of society and passed.
He couldn't believe it when he got the acceptance letter and moved into an apartment which was half paid for using the scholarship and got a job to pay for the rest.
He wore his best clothes on the first day of school and fell in love with the campus and the glamorous looking students.
However, his happiness didn't last long.
Because of his lack of designer clothes and smarts, the bullies swarmed and he was usually looked down upon with ridicule or disgust.
He went into flight mode, he kept his head down and tried his very best to hide his poverty, he worked more hours and got some designer clothes, he brought food from the overpriced cafeteria.
He did anything just to fit in, even if it means jumping on the waggon to bully somebody else.
To nab one of the hottest girls in school for a single day, he called in favours from the other geeks in school and after the blimp that said Clovers name, the bullying calmed down for a while.
And then it started back up again.
He had reached his limit and beyond and started to count the days were he was out and could use his 3 years of hell to get into a prestigious university that would guarantee that he got a high paying job and made some connections from families so wealthy that they put Mandy to shame.
He applied for Harvard University and treated himself when he saw his acceptance letter, he could not imagine the amount of bragging rights he now had over his former classmates.
This was going to be amazing for him.
However, those thought quickly left him as he walked through the front door to the University in his proud new uniform.
He tried talking to people but they were more interested in finding out what was his net worth as a person, who were his parents and what they did, what exclusive place did he go to in the Summer etc.
When he couldn't answer any of that, he saw the interest due in their eyes when it became clear to them he wasn't from a wealthy and old family.
Those who got in through scholarship, were singled out immediately and it soon became clear that those who came from 'old money' ruled the campus and those at the top weren't fond of those who didn't have their kind of money.
He thought Beverly Hills was bad, Harvard taught him that the place he left was a playground.
The public only knew about the huge success stories of those who graduated from the University, they hear nothing about what was truly going on, on the inside, after a full week, several Scholarship students quit because the bullying was so much that they couldn't take it.
It wasn't long before everybody in the school knew he was not only poor but he had no parents, this information was handed out like a swarm.
Arnold found himself at home, using the fact the university allowed work at home to avoid the place, the treatment was so bad that he couldn't even step foot onto the property without being called every insult for a poor person in the book.
He was very tempted to become a university drop out.
He was filled with shame.
Why?
What was so wrong with trying to be somebody?
It felt like the world did not want him to get out of his situation and rise,
[System: The Joker has been activated]
He suddenly heard and saw before him words, he blinked and rubbed his eyes.
The words were still there.
"Did I put on a virtual reality helmet or something?" said, Arnold, directing his palms to his head to lift up a helmet.
He met hair and nothing else.
Weird.
He got up and the thing followed him.
[Welcome to the Joker System. As a welcome gift you have been award 300 dollars, Agility unlocked, Strength: 10+ (unblocked), coolness factor: 5+ (unblocked)]
He blinked and rubbed his eyes more.
But then he saw it.
On his transparent table was money.
A small stack of money, that was real as the paper it was printed on.
He took several steps back before he grabbed it.
He looked through it and tried to make sense of all of this.
"Its genuine money" He said, having grabbed a microscope to see if it was counterfeit.
With this money, he had more lean way when it came to paying rent for next month and wouldn't have to take as much over time.
But 300 hundred was nothing in this town.
Could he get more?
And as if answering his wish he suddenly saw.
[Quest Alert]
[Run the entire block around the neighbourhood 3 times]
[Reward: 2,500 dollars
Endurance: 5+ (Unlocked)
Speed: 2+ (unlocked)
Health: 5+ (unlocked)
Arnold would have stared at the money, if not for the word 'unlocked' that seemed to plague him, it was like these skills were sealed away and it was now leaking out.
But that was ridiculous, he had never being truly special in his life.
We'll, now he had motivation to exercise.
He went to look for his workout uniform and then ran out and began to run, it was noon and already his legs within 10 minutes were begging him to stop.
But 2, 500 dollars!
That was rent money!
Just running, he could make rent money!
That alone motivated him to continue before finally hearing that blessed trumpet sound a good hour later.
[Congratulations on Completing the Quest. Rewards have to been issued]
Arnold stumbled back into his apartment and found a stack of money on his desk while he collapsed and took half an hour to get back up and shower.
He felt the stress of the day, melting away with the water passing through his skin, he saw the screen in front.
"Is there some kind of shop?" He said, and it answered him by opening it.
The shop ranged from items to an actual place to live.
Arnold found himself especially going there and out opened the progression map starting from where he was living, his eyes draw to the mansion that said 'Jackson main estate', the price for it was shocking, it was the kind of money you saw on a big lottery day.
However when he analysized it, he found that the grounds were as big as a University campus, it had everything a super rich person could ever want, filled with servants, cars and even parents.
Wait.
What?
He looked and saw there was a description that was even more shocking.
Highly advanced Androids to act as cover to why he was suddenly so rich if anybody asked because his job clearly couldn't afford the place.
However, with this system, he could get back at all those elite snobs and do it with a smile on his face.
For the first time in days, Arnold was actually doing something, he was building up to go to shop at Malibu or Beverly Hills, he wanted to see those snobs faces when he walked around buying expensive stuff.
However when he hit a million, he got a surprise.
[Congratulations, you have reached a 1, 000,000 dollars! As a reward, you are gifted with a black card.]
Suddenly a luxuriously looking black card appeared in his hand and on it was a name of a bank he had never heard of before, but it clearly had his name engraved on it.
The first thing Arnold did, was head to the nearest car supplier in his running clothes and because of his looks, the employees immediately thought about showing him their low brow cars and didn't pay much attention to him.
"Excuse me" He said, grabbing a hold of a man.
The man looked him up and down and said. "Hello. How can I help you?"
"Hi, I want a Jeep" He said, shocking the man. "I am well aware of how much it costs, I want one"
The man went to show him, their jeeps and Arnold couldn't help but admire how big and luxurious each one was.
Even though he didn't remember getting his drivers license, he could still drive legally.
But then Arnold saw it.
A car that screamed, I'm better then you.
He was immediately on it.
"Good eye" said, the man seeing him interested. "We just recently received this from Italy, there are only 7 so far released to the public. Its bulletproof, has an AI and is designed to make your drive as comfortable as possible no matter what tartan"
"I don't care how much it costs, I will take it" He said, stunning the man.
The man went to his manager about somebody buying the car and soon a woman with blond hair in an expensive suit showed up to greet the young man who was eyeing the car.
"Are you the young man who wants to buy this car?" said, the woman.
"Um, yes" he said, "I got money" taking out a solid black card.
"Of course, you understand that there is a down payment, we ask for to make sure the buyer is serious" she said, it would be a blow if they lost the car to a scammer.
"Oh, of course" He said, and he was taken to her personal office where he was asked to slot the card in and pay a totally of 13 grand.
It went through.
The workers who were spying were shocked, wondering who the stereotype of a nerd was and what family he hailed from.
The manager was all smiles as well when she saw the money and then she brought out the paperwork, Arnold was amazed by the price of the vehicle and everything that went along with having an expensive car on the road, in red ink, there was even a warning to never fill the car with cheap patrol and only go for the best.
He was then taken out back and watched his name be imprinted onto the car's license plate and his finger print was scanned into the Ai and so was his face, so even if somebody managed to peel his thumb print off his car key, the car won't open unless it saw his face and there was no signs of panic in his features.
It was a very smart car.
Several hours later, Arnold drove out of the shop, in a car that he could have only dreamed of before.
"Hello, my name is Siri and I will be your road companion" said, a female voice from the screen. "Nice to meet you Master Jackson"
Master Jackson? Arnold decided he liked the sound of that.
[Quest Achieved]
[Rewards have been added]
"Siri, go on Autopilot and head to Beverly hills shopping area. I need to get new clothes" he said.
"And how long for, Master Jackson?" she said.
"Give me 3-4 hours" He said, "If I don't return by then, you have my permission to call the police"
"Of course," she said.
The steering wheel retracted inwards and the car went into cruise mode.
They arrived in Beverly Hills 2 hours and it was just as luxurious as he remembered even though he didn't really have any fond memories here.
However, his car was attracting attention for its sleek black futuristic design.
Who wouldn't look when the car was so flashy and clearly told anybody looking that the driver had money.
That was why, when he finally parked, a whole street was preparing to welcome him in.
It was something he would have never enjoyed before.
He walked out surprising everybody since he looked so average and geeky.
However, some of his former school mates from high school recognised him instantly and was shocked to see him come out of such a car.
"Starting the countdown now, Master Jackson" said, the car visibly talking.
"Ur, okay" he said, not used to it as he began to walk and entered the nearest store he could find, fully expecting the looks he was used to getting.
That wasn't what happened.
He was greeted by very friendly faces, who had seen him step out.
"How can we help you, sir?" said, a female who previously whispered behind his back not that long ago.
He was amused.
"Yes, I'm looking to get a whole new wardrobe and can you recommended to a hair stylist and somewhere I can get eye contacts?" He said.
"Of course" she said. "What is your budget?"
"If I told you, none of you workers would leave me alone" He said, slightly more cooler than usual. "Just call up some people to help me look, I want to walk out like I actually have money"
"Of course," she said, as she flanked their tailor and began to stack expensive clothes after another in another room.
Arnold tried clothes after clothes, the tailor and women giving him a no or yes, for the first time he was getting clothes tailed to himself and not something roughly his size.
When they were finished transforming him from the neck down, he paid for it and walked out looking so much better and richer as well, he carried high branded bag and went to a hairstylists who took one look at his hair and wanted to burn it.
Apparently it was that bad.
After half an hour, his hair was slightly moved but it made all the difference in the world.
The hair...it felt like he had sported this hairstyle before in the past when he looked at it.
He liked it so much that he said.
"Your amazing" He said, to the bashful man who really didn't do much. "How about coming to work for me?" he shocked the man. "You don't have to quit your job but I'll have you on speed dail. I'll pay you 5k just to fix my hair if I'm having a crisis. How does that sound?"
5k? The man had never made that much in a single month!
The hairstylist nearby heard and looked shocked as well.
"I-I would love to work for you" said, the man. "Mister..."
"Jackson" said, Arnold. "Arnold Jackson" before he said. "Now let me pay and we'll exchange numbers." he walked to pay and both of them did indeed swap numbers.
He couldn't believe how easy it was to get a personal hairstylist.
He walked out, looking cooler by the second and headed to the opticians to get eye-contacts.
Beverly Hills opticians were way more expensive then the rest of the world, each frame was made with expensive material and the high end stuff had jewellery and gold embedded into them.
Normally, he wouldn't dare come here but today was special.
Arnold began to look around before he got the attention of a worker in white.
"May I help you, sir?" she said.
"Hi, I'm looking to buy contact lenses" He said, "I want to book an appointment to have the lenses tailed to me. I've never had one with this branch before"
"A new client?" she said, surprised. "You don't need an appointment, we can just do the eye scan here. Its perfectly safe"
He was surprised before he took a seat and was told to stare in machine that was computer size, his pupils were documented and she instantly began to sell him on the most expensive eye contacts they had.
But Arnold wasn't looking for eye contacts that had rime stone in them or had a tiny design.
"Can I just have eye contacts that make my eyes look nice?" He said, surprising her "I don't want to overdo it and tell people my eyes are worth money as well if they decide to rob me."
She looked surprised because she was so used to having clients making ridiculous requests and overdoing it.
"Of course" she said, searching on the computer before showing him the screen, he looked to find eye contacts at criminally high prices.
But this was Beverly Hills.
He chose one and was told to give them his home address so that they could deliver when the contacts were ready and he paid.
He had moved out his old apartment and into a complex completely owned by him.
Arnold decided that he would visit his old job place but this time, he wasn't there to work but he was there as a costumer.
However, when he entered he saw the most unbelievable sight of his whole life.
Chet.
The guy who loved to bully him the most in high school, was in a work uniform and cleaning!
Arnold just had to walk up to the guy and talk.
"Ur, Chet" He said, getting the guys attention.
The now man body swivelled around to face him and Arnold was extremely surprised to not see the overwhelming arrogance in his eyes like he expected.
But was that a fear to mess up in his eyes?
What the hell happened!?
Arnold didn't know Whoop re-education system was what happened.
Something had to give way for the guy to accept he had to grow up beyond High school.
The end result was taking a massive chunk out of him as a person and he was now a shadow of his former self.
"Ur, welcome to Smarty Mart" said, Chet not recognising Arnold at all. "Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"
His hand was visibly shaking while clenching the broom.
Maybe, it was Arnold Admiral Admirable buried within him that made him do what he did next.
"Hey, would you like a job?" He suddenly said surprising the guy. "I'll pay you 15k a month and give you a place to live in. All you have to do is obey my instructions"
And if this was any place that wasn't criminally expensive, the word scam would be the first thing to pop into anybody mind and caution.
"Do you mean it?" Said, the man.
"I'll give you, 2k just to follow me to my car right now" He said.
The man nervousness broke into a smile and he said. "Thank you, sir!" and then he went to his manager to tell him he was quitting.
Meanwhile Arnold looked around while he waited.
Chet came back all humble despite, telling his manager to go suck a lemon a few seconds ago.
Arnold, paid for expensive coffee and a bag of freshly cooked donuts.
He then handed Chet his bags much to the mans surprised.
"First order. Carry my bags, I'm heading home" he said, and the man nodded.
Seriously, what happened!?
They walked down the street and they came to the car, Chet looked shocked when he stopped in front Arnold stopped in front of his car and it began talking.
"Master Jackson, your back" said, the car. "Its been exactly 3 hours and 23 minutes"
"Its been that long?" said, Arnold, before the doors opened.
Who is this guy? Chet thought as he was motioned into the driver seat.
It was the sweetest vehicle he had ever had the pleasure of sitting in by far.
Arnold began to drive away and said. "You can have a donut if you want. We're heading to a temporary appartment for reason, I won't tell you"
He was doing something that Chet didn't know he was transferring money into his high school bullies bank account.
Chet didn't say anything as he drove, it was still a very sweet ride and if he could scroll down the windows and peer out with a superior look, it was better.
They drove for an hour before the car drove into a nice apartment complex, they park in a VIP parking lot.
"Sweet" said, Chet.
"Follow me" he said, and he did. "This place is going to be rented out when I move on." He went up the steps and just picked a door, it unlocked at his touch.
He looked and saw it was much nicer then his old apartment and there were even clothes in there.
"This is your apartment for a while" he said, stunning the man who took a peak inside, and was stunned by the Beverly Hills standard apartment. "I will be in the VIP room. The phone is connected to it so I will use that to communicate. You will address me as Master Jackson from now on. If I catch you addressing me in any other way and you don't pick up when I call, your fired"
"Yes, Master Jackson" said, Chet, handing his bags.
Arnold walked to his VIP section, it opened it revealed a room far more luxurious then anything he had been before.
He closed the door behind him and started internal screaming and dancing with himself.
An amazing new car and his highschool bully was working for him.
Must be his birthday.
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