Chapter 2: Pro Wrestling System

[You have attained the Pro Wrestling System.]Arnold woke up in an unfamiliar room, blinking repeatedly with slight gasps. A masculine voice had just forced him to wake up from his slumber and he became dumbstruck when he just opened his eyes.

'Huh???"

"A system! That's a system!' Arnold squinted.

He just saw a blue screen floating in mid-air in front of him and also heard a masculine voice in his head. What's more astonishing? This masculine voice was expressing what was written on the blue screen, making Arnold's eyes light up, aghast.

[The System is merging with the host...]

[System Merging completed.]

[The System is unlocking Activity Panel...]

[Activity Panel unlocked...]

[System commencement in progress...]

Arnold's face was turning red. It was as if this was a dream. It wasn't as if he was a novice at systems, Arnold was a manhwa lover. He had read a lot of manhwas with systems, knowing that these things were illusional.

Now, how come he got a system in the real world?

Arnold swallowed repeatedly, lying on a bed. His mind was quite far away from thinking about his current location, the Pro Wrestling System was about to blow his mind.

[System Activity has commenced.]

[System Mission: Help the weak wrestler.

Description: You are too frail, I came to help you.]

"..."

Arnold fell speechless, still staring at the system screen and listening to what it was saying.

[Host stats generating...]

[Generation completed.]

[Stats:

Name: Max Fury.

Age: 23.

Signature Finish: Clothesline (F-class).

Skills: None

Skill Level (Intelligence): 1

Strength: 2.

Agility: 3.

Attack Power: 1.

Endurance: 2.

Title won: None.

Honors: None.

Wage: $0 per week.]

"Am I this inferior? This is quite bad stats," Arnold couldn't help but comment after reading along. Of course, as someone familiar with systems stating, he knew that his stats were more than horrible.

"What now? Are you just here to show how miserable I am to my face? Please help me, system."

Arnold was still lying on what looked like a ward bed in a hospital. He recalled slipping off, rolling, and hitting his head on a hard substance but was wondering who brought him here.

"My roommates' exam matches should have been around the last matches. If they truly have brought me here, that means I had been unconscious for several hours."

Arnold cast a slight frown and touched the left side of his head.

It was wrapped with medical plasters.

"Argh! It hurts," Arnold interjected upon giving the plastered section of his head a touch.

"Aren't you going to answer me, system? I need your help," Arnold's mind returned to the system. He tried to sit up and was successful, thanks to the nurse who had given him some painkillers after being brought to the university's hospital.

[What help do you need, host? I'm your assistant, and I will do everything in my power to do what you asked.]

The system replied politely, catching Arnold by surprise. He was already feeling as if he was a manhwa character, a wide smile appearing on his face.

"To start up with, can I have some food?"

The right side of Arnold's lips curled up as he asked. Even a little kid would know that this was a ridiculous request.

[I'm sorry but I can't help you with food. I'm not the kind of system that has shops programmed in them. I'm a Professional Wrestling System.]

"Ohh... My bad. So what can you help with? I'm in my last moments at this university. Can you even help me graduate outta here?" Arnold asked with a dubious look on his face. Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

[Of course, host. That should only require a lot of hard work from you, and me.]

Arnold's eyes narrowed.

Talking about hard work, there was nothing he hadn't done to improve his skills. Arnold had had extra classes and training, and had even paid for special lectures from some Grindhouse Wrestling top stars. However, everything ended up as a waste.

There wasn't even a hint of progress.

Remembering this, Arnold chuckled inwardly. "Do you really think hard work pays?"

[It depends on how you work, host.]

"Cut it. Hard work never pays. If you are urging me to keep suffering for hardworking sake, you'd better get lost and never come back."

Arnold was beginning to get angered as he couldn't hold the grieve thinking about how hard he had worked to become successful. If there was anyone who was the most diligent student at Rising Impact University, it should be Arnold, the well-known Max freaking Fury!

He had even barely passed his previous exams in his early years at the university because he could manage to defeat some of the students. He even regarded it as pure luck because...

Pinning an opponent by raising both legs forcefully wasn't considered a win to him. He hated winning that way, but he had to.

At least, it wasn't disallowed in professional wrestling rules.

[I understand your pain, host. But making negative quotes about hard work is just a bad idea. You just have to trust me on this, you will surely thrive.]

The system was pretty kind in its professional voice, and this was secretly softening Arnold's mind. Although he still had doubts, he was pleased that this wasn't some kind of strict, unforgiving systems.

Arnold had read a manhwa when the system suddenly vanished without coming back after arguing with its host. Yeah, it was crazy and its host suffered miserably in an apocalyptic world after the system's disappearance. Even Arnold couldn't believe the writer could come up with such an idea.

However, The Professional Wrestling System was calm and composed, every word it spoke sounded with meaningful contents.

[First of all, you have to increase your Attributes. I'll give you tips on how to do that.]

[To defeat your next opponent, Rowan Pierce, you should have obtained 20 overall attribute points.]

[The Attributes are Strength, Agility, Endurance, and Attack Power.]

[A Grindhouse low-level wrestler's attribute should have increased to the height of measuring 20 overall attribute points, and without matching up with him, you can't win.]

[Obtaining 20 overall attribute points would also earn you a new skill. A skill from the system could be a move, a finisher, or an Intelligence-improving strategy. This would also play a vital role in helping you win a match.]

[If you keep improving your Skill Level (Intelligence), you are likely to gain an Anonymous Skill at a certain stage.]

[Host, should we get started?]

"..."

[It would only cost hard work and determination, I'm sure you aren't going to let your dream die?]

"Of course not. I can't. Not after so much time and sweat wasted," Arnold was jolted out of his weakness. He had listened and read what the system had revealed attentively, and saying that this didn't make any sense would be quite nonsensical.

"I'm ready," Arnold said with a serious countenance, "So how can I increase my attributes?"

[It's almost simple, host. Let's just see the gym and have some private practices in the domain.]

Arnold bit his lips upon hearing the term "gym". A sudden look of disappointment appeared on his face...

"I usually spent a whole day training in the gym and had no improvement. It seems you are just trying to help the wrong person. I guess I'm not really destined to become a pro wrestler."

A grim look suddenly appeared on Arnold's face as he lowered his head. It was already getting too tragic seeing that even a system was trying to use the same tactic he had used which didn't work out.

However...

It only seemed as if Arnold didn't know that the Pro Wrestling System had other plans.

[Host, you should just wait and let me finish.]

"...?"

[The system is withdrawing Setbacks...]

[All setbacks have been totally withdrawn.]

[Host, Max Fury has been set anew.]

[All body advancement negatory agents have been destroyed successfully.]

"Huh???" Arnold's eyes darted this time, his mouth widening in shock.

After the astonishing drama displayed by the system, it finally paused for a while and spoke.

[Are you ready now, host?]