Chapter 27 -27-Recruited

Chapter 27: Chapter27-Recruited

"But why choose me? I understand you think I might have potential, but sir, let me be clear: I was born in a slum, so I don't believe I have any promising future ahead," Ethan asked.

That's a valid question. I didn't anticipate it coming from him.

I had initially thought he was naive, but it's good to see he still has some brain.

Maybe because of that "cautious" personality trait.

That's promising.

"It's just my gut feeling that tells me you're destined for much more than you believe, Ethan. And trust me, my gut has never been wrong," I assured him, looking directly into his eyes.

"So, now that I've answered your question, what do you think of my offer?" I asked immediately, not waiting for a response.

A range of emotions played across Ethan's face—doubt, hope, and a hint of excitement. "I... I don't know what to say, sir."

I was right... So, he's basically saying no.

But now that I think about it, I rushed into trying to recruit him.

He probably got suspicious right away when I told him why I wanted him.

Ugh, I should have come up with a better excuse.

Regardless, I'll make sure he joins me before anyone else finds him or tries to recruit him.

"Think about it," I suggested, sensing his uncertainty. "Take your time. But remember, the offer stands. I believe in you, Ethan."

He nodded slowly, gratitude evident in his expression. "Thank you, sir. I will think about it."

With that, Ethan bid me farewell once more and began to walk away.

As I watched Ethan walk away, a sudden realization struck me.

I knew I had to stop him before he disappeared for good. "Hey, Ethan!" I called out, catching his attention.

He turned back with a curious expression, waiting for me to speak.

"Now what, sir?" Ethan asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a white card, tossing it towards him.

It fluttered through the air before landing gracefully in Ethan's hand.

His eyes widened in surprise as he examined it.

It was no ordinary card—it was one of the Frostburne family's Appointment cards, known to all humans.

My father had used these cards frequently in TV interviews and various public engagements.

Ethan looked up at me, clearly taken aback.

"Sir, are you... are you really Michael Frostburne?" he stammered, disbelief evident in his voice.

'Jackpot!'

I had a feeling that this guy might have confused me with fake Michaels, and it turns out I was correct.

I raised an eyebrow. "You didn't know?" I replied, genuinely pretended to be surprised.

Ethan vigorously shook his head. "I had no idea. This is... surprising."

Suddenly, Ethan dropped to his knees before me. "Please, sir, forgive me. I didn't know it was really you. I beg you, please forgive me," he pleaded earnestly.

But, why is this guy asking for forgiveness?

What did he do wrong?

Does he think I am like those young master who would kick some random people's ass just because he didn't recognise me?

That seems to be the most understandable reason.

"Okay, okay, stand up," I said, trying to suppress a smile. "I forgive you."

Ethan rose to his feet, his eyes filled with determination. "Sir, please take this card. Make me your subordinate. Please, sir," he implored.

'That's my boy.'

I chuckled inwardly, proud of Ethan's eagerness.

"Alright, Ethan," I said aloud, nodding approvingly. "Consider yourself under my wing. We have a lot of work to do."

Ethan's face lit up with gratitude and excitement. "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down," he promised earnestly.

It was Ethan, running frantically towards me.

Behind him was a pack of monsters.

Why do those monsters look familiar?

Have I seen them before?

As the gap between us shrank, I recognized the creatures chasing him.

I finally understood why they looked familiar...

Those boar-like faces with rhino horns.

The memory of my first battles in this world flooded back.

How could I forget them?

"Ethan, this guy... He's definitely a trouble maker," I muttered, watching him close the distance between us.

He was shouting too, his voice desperate. "Sir, please save me once more!"

The distance between us was down to about a kilometer. Ignoring Ethan's frantic shouts and expression, I concentrated on the charging monsters.

I had to find out their ranks and weakness.

I activated my appraisal skill to assess the rhino-like creatures I was about to face.

The results appeared quickly:

**Two-Horn Boar**

Height: Approximately 5 feet tall at the shoulder.

Weight: Estimated at around 500 pounds.

Strength: Massive tusks and strong, charging attacks.

Weakness: Vulnerable underbelly and slow maneuverability.

Critical Body Parts: Eyes, throat, and underbelly.

Rank: Lesser-Rank Monster

Probability:- There's a 99% chance of winning against these monsters.

I quietly said to myself, "Lesser rank, huh? This should be manageable," as I swiftly assessed the other boars pursuing Ethan.

All of them indeed showed as Lesser-Rank monsters.

'I guess twenty essences isn't too bad,' I thought, feeling relieved by the prospect of the task ahead.

But my focus shifted to a newly added feature, "Probability."

I was really curious about how it works. How does it calculate so accurately? Could it predict the future...?

I had so many questions that needed answers.

I wonder about this 'Probability' feature," I mused aloud, addressing the system. 'System!'

(Yes, host!)

'Can you explain more about this 'Probability' feature? How does it work? Is there a formula to calculate it?' I asked, intrigued by the accuracy displayed.

(Sorry, host, but your rank is insufficient to access details about the 'Probability' feature.)

'What? Even here I need higher ranks to access information? How restrictive can you get?' I exclaimed, frustration creeping into my voice.

The system ignored my frustration and reiterated.

(Sorry, host, but this is the rule. I cannot break any rules.)

'Fine,' I sighed deeply, trying to calm myself. 'Okay, get lost.'

I thought, dismissing the system and attempting to rein in my emotions.

I closed my eyes briefly, focusing on regulating my breathing and pushing aside the irritation caused by the system's limitations.

"Ethan, keep running toward me! I'll handle them!" I yelled, drawing my daggers and preparing for the incoming fight.

As Ethan continued to sprint towards me, I steadied my breath and positioned myself for the battle ahead, ready to take on the monsters and collect essences once more.

I have to kill them first before they become troublesome for me.