"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday happy birthday
Happy birthday to you!"
Time flew by and Bob reached the magic number, 18.
He was now studying a triple degree, Medicine, Science and Technology, Business, Psychology and Social Sciences, as well as Music and the Arts.
The Medical aspect would be essential to understand epigenetics, cryogenic processes, to improve genetic quality this would be a must. Having access to equipment technology specialized knowledge and research made this degree worth the investment.
Creative Arts was also necessary in order for him to create a mimetic, or non-DNA legacy, such as writing, visual arts, music and so on allowing him to follow in the footsteps of the Creators and Innovators of the world.
Business and Psychology were also his areas of interest, but as a Disciple of Rizz, these things came naturally and there was no need to waste too much time on these topics since he was already honing these skills to a high level but still, he was interested in generating self perpetuating systems that would pass on his legacy, following in the footsteps of the great spiritual figures in history.
Of course, Bob was not the only person in the world with ambitions.
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Richard was a boy in the class who thought he was amazing.
"I am so amazing", he would say as he looked at his face in the mirror.
He had placed first in his small highschool, and he had successfully asked a girl to dance with him at his formal (which she had reluctantly accepted feeling pity for him snd since she was tipsy but that is another story 'for a later chapter') and these small successes had led his head to swell, inflicting him with AYMS [Arrogant Young Master Syndrome].
He licked his lips. University would be his time to shine. He would find the beauties, make them his own, and ascend to the throne that The Heavens had prepared for him!
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In the actual Heavens, the Divine Presence sighed as It could see the wreckage that was yet to come. Rest in Pieces, there truly were many deluded people in the world. If only Richard knew that his prepared 'throne' was grey and looked like a pebble floating in the sewers. It looked a lot like a stepping stone…
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Bob of course, being not OP was completely unaware of this.
On the first day of University classes, Bob entered the classroom.
Owing to his incredible Rizz factor, and under the guidance of Old Man Li, he was no longer the same E+++++ grade that he once was. His physique was chiseled and many girls, who had been starved by the lack of good options in high school, surrounded by Pathetic Peters and Lame Liams, were rizzled, and could not help but take interest in him even as he walked into the lecture room.
His eyes and manly demeanor exuded a calmness and confidence that drew all the Emmas and Janes like moths to a flame, they felt a sense of danger, but it was a lip-biting kind, one that made them excited.
All of this caught the attention of Richard, who immediately felt very upset.
Richard, who was sitting in the Centre of the room, frowned, as he noticed Bob who had entered and was seated closer to the front near the entrance.
As the sole scion of the Heade Family, Richard expected a lot from the world.
"I am the main character, he preened gloatingly to himself. I am the king. And I am so amazing."
Bob was just minding his own business but his muscles, honed over years and through millions and squillions of pushups, sit-ups squats, was divine and beyond human description.
Several of the girls with lower Anti-Rizz Indexes were immediately captivated, immediately becoming moist.
Tiffany was one of them. Her friend Serina was revising her notes for the class, but since they were diligent and observant, they couldn't help but check out all the other people in the class, and well, who was that guy?! Even though they were the prom queens and cheerleaders at their schools with 4.0 GPA averages, they were not immune to Rizz and couldn't help but twirl their hair around their fingers and chatter with some excitement upon seeing Bob.
Dressed inconspicuously in black, Bob exuded an energy and deep confidence from his years of Rizz training and running Become-A-Hero Co. His hands were callused from his years of face slap skill training, which at this stage had reached an elite level.
Bob had reached a stage where his Rizz was a part of his core being, and was stream-of-consciousness-like effortless. If you asked him how he did it, it would be difficult to explain, similar to asking an Olympic Swimmer how he swims so fast, or Lance Cockstrong how he could ride his bike so quickly.
Nevertheless, we would still try to explain it for greater appreciation to the readers.
Simply put, Bob owing to his relentlessly drive and determination, had evolved to the state of a Natural Nathan, 100% focused on his goal of maximizing his genetic quality, and as such was innately acting out his plan.
Studies were important to increase his Intelligence, an important factor in determine his overall genetic potential.
He was aware that there were many people who looked at him with varying emotions, a lot were of curiosity and interest, aside from one individual in the centre of the theatre who for some reason was exuding a weak intent of hostility, it couldn't even be called killing intent; although it was clear that the boy was trying to get it up, the intent felt strangely limp... the term 'flaccid' passed fleetingly across Bob's mind before he turned his attention to the lecture that was about to begin.
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Meanwhile, Richard, noticing several pretty girls, had sat himself in the centre of the room and was expecting them to praise him for his amazingness.
He was originally intending to drop his blunt pencil nearby, use a poor excuse to pick it up and start a conversation, hopefully to slide into their DMs and then…" he licked his lips
hopefully, other things as well…
His eyes glazed over as he moaned thinking of this far-fetched fantasy.
Unfortunately, owing to the entrance of Bon, his imaginary plans had been completely foiled.
Some girls had even, after glancing around, made some excuses like like following,
"Hey Jess, it's kinda stuffy here. Let's move closer to the exit where it's a bit cooler.
And they sat a few spaces away from Bob and opened their textbooks whilst using their innate ability, Perpheral Vision, to check him out.
Bob had sat close to the exit near the front was because he didn't have too much time to waste on idle chatter and this way he could be in position to talk to the lecturer first if there were questions he wanted answered, as well as minimize travel time between classes. He had several companies to run the first of which was the Become-A-Hero Co which courtesy of Goku and Roger who were attending the same university with him, now swelling their numbers with many University students who were sold on the value of training in the Arts of Rizz.
Bob, being a natural prodigy, wanted to elevate all people and he knew his classes would lead to a much greater happiness in both the boys and the girls that would otherwise be frustrated because the boys were clueless. At the same time, he was planning to found a Movement, The Way of The Art of Rizz, which was to be his chosen elites that he would train up so that The Art of Rizz would be developed and gain ascendancy making not just the world better, but also passing on Old Man Li's teachings and the Art of Rizz legacy to the worthy. And he would certainly be on the lookout for talent to recruit, and if there were any girls of high genetic quality that piqued interest, he also wouldn't hesitate to get to know them, but at this point, his main goal was to improve his own genetic quality and heighten his power in the Art of Rizz.
He knew that as long as he remained focused, the girls and the midnight whirls would come.