My Pick Up Artist System

Chapter 123 - Destiny or disaster

It was Willy again.

[Willy the Wheel of Fortune - Provides access to unique items, treasures, legacies, adventures, and more. May also result in some...unfortunate encounters]

Soon, he morphed into the morose black wheel, his more approachable form that still had zero cuteness appeal... Despite that, like an ugly sugar mommy, Ben appreciated what the wheel provided...

As he prepared to spin the wheel, Ben shook his head, thinking it was a pity he didn’t have any lucky cloves left. He’d smoked them all before meeting Penelope. Yet, he didn’t regret it because they saved his life, proving it was the right decision. He’d need to make this spin using his own luck, but he was okay with that. ’My luck can’t be that bad. I’ll be fine...’ Since Ben already knew how the process worked, he stepped up to the wheel, and pulled the lever.

From there, Willy spun through the mass number of options...

Half a minute later... Ben was gazing down at the prize he received for the U.S.A. flag: A rubber black wristwatch with a golden face. It wasn’t a magical sword but he sighed in relief when he saw it, because after pulling the lever, Ben realized something terrible--he almost disaster-flagged himself with his last thought! ’Since this is a flag game, maybe the flags canceled each other out?’

He didn’t understand what happened, but this was one time he was happy that everything in his life didn’t follow the standard formula... Moving on to the item, he observed the watch that looked like a G-Shock, with the standard three hands for seconds, minutes, and hours, and a single digital display. ’Hmm, looks like a normal watch. Well, I’m just happy it wasn’t a monstrosity... Compared to that, a watch is harmless... Well, I should read the description...’

[IOI Watch(Item, Rare) x1 - After setting the minimum looks qualifier, when the wearer receives IOIs(indicators of interest), the watch vibrates, then its hands point toward up to three women giving the wearer the largest IOIs within 50 feet]

Ben’s sweat acc.u.mulated with every word he read, because he realized he disaster-flagged himself again! "Whew. Things turned out better than expected... Still, what are indicators of interest?" When Ben asked the system for additional information on the term, it only gave him a general description, saying they were signals of a woman’s interest in him. With no better recourse, he gave Antonio a call, knowing he’d be awake now.

Soon, Antonio picked up the phone and the two shared a brief conversation where he explained the concept of IOIs. "It’s just when a chick tries to get your attention, often subconsciously. She’s tryin’ to hint to you to open her. If you catch a chick givin’ you an IOI, there’s a much higher chance the opener will stick. Some examples are like: if she looks at you more than a second, if she brushes her hair in your direction, if she moves to stand near you, and there are a lot more...

They may seem coincidental, but they’re usually not. An experienced dude knows this. So if you pick up an IOI and open the chick, it signals to her you’re experienced. That implies other chicks wanted you in the past, which also increases your value..."

After receiving Antonio’s explanation and chatting a bit more, Ben hung up the phone. ’So it’ll let me know when girls are interested in me at a distance...’

Now that he understood what this wristwatch was, Ben couldn’t deny it was very convenient. It was like a radar that would help him pick out the highest potential women nearby. However, he also felt it was a pity...because he believed he couldn’t make good use of it yet...

Ben’s looks were still a 6. So he doubted any beauty would give him a random IOI. That’s the reason he was always the one opening; his starting point for every interaction with a girl was still mediocre. If he was better looking, this item would get a lot more action. Nevertheless, it was a much better wheel prize than a c*ck-monster...and since the watch could prove helpful, he wore it on his left hand.

Going over the instructions again, Ben remembered the watch’s system description indicated he needed to set the minimum looks qualifier, which was the number shown in the digital display. The IOIs would only register from women above that looks threshold, at least according to the system’s opinion.

After experimenting with the buttons, Ben understood he’d need to choose a number from 0 to 10, and selected 7. He also adjusted the clock hands so they gave the correct time. Though, he wasn’t sure if after the IOI function went into effect, if the hands would revert to the time after, but he wasn’t wearing it to avoid tardiness. Ben was looking forward to seeing it in action. ’The description of this watch is too straightforward. There’s no way it will have destructive consequences in reality...’

With the spin concluded, he watched as his U.S.A. flag grayed-out, followed by Willy shrinking and disappearing. However, it wasn’t the end. There was one prize left—Annabelle’s v.a.g.i.n.a chest. Ben picked it up on his way out of her apartment in a metaphorical to-go bag...

[Booty Chest(Consumable, Rare) x1 - Drops one object of guaranteed associated quality]

On this occasion, the treasure chest was silver. When Ben first saw it was a rare, he spread a wide stupid grin, because rare almost guaranteed the drop would be useful. At first, it surprised him that the rating was even higher than Penelope’s. Yet, when he thought about it, he understood why. Although Ben wasn’t sure if the rating only considered looks, if he compared Annabelle to Penelope, he’d have to admit Annabelle’s body was much better; It was absurdly s.e.xy.

Rubbing the chest’s sleek exterior with his fingers, Ben pulled back the top to collect his prize...

A few seconds after a silver light show...he held a glass tube full of yellow liquid...

[Stamina Potion(Consumable, Rare) x1 - Physique is important in bed. Drink this to permanently increase your stamina a bit. Brewed by the Perverted Divine Alchemist]

’This again...’ Ben never received this exact item, but he drew something similar once: a strength potion. The only distinction between the two was they affected different parts of physique. If Ben reviewed the strength potion he consumed, he’d have to praise its potency, and if the stamina potion was similar in effectiveness, then he’d be very satisfied. He knew first-hand how difficult it was to make physical gains in the gym.

Since he already possessed experience with this type of item, Ben didn’t dawdle. He uncorked the top and downed it.

The process was similar to the last potion’s, with his muscles being sore for a few minutes before recovering. Unlike last time, however, Ben couldn’t count push-ups to test if his stamina improved. He’d need to do cardio. Since it was nighttime now, he wasn’t in the mood to go outside and run. So he decided to test that in the morning.

For now, it was time to go to bed. Ben had a big day tomorrow, or it should’ve been a normal day that became a big day because he slacked off in school to get nuts off...

He was returning to university!

When thinking about the classes, Ben was looking forward to seeing the cute schoolgirls, milf professors, and...that was it really...

But it was enough!

It was the destiny of him and his little brother! Hairy Pooter and the Order of the P.e.n.i.s!