Getting Stronger by Pleasuring the Goddess-Chapter 22: Stealing House and Slaughtering {1}

Reo, Althea, and Clara had finally returned to Aspiring City. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting warm amber hues across the skyline. Neon lights flickered to life, and the city’s ever-bustling streets slowly regained their rhythm.

"I’ll be going now. Take care," Clara said, her tone nonchalant as always, but there was a soft undertone—subtle, but unmistakably filled with admiration. She didn’t linger, didn’t look back. Her silver hair shimmered under the streetlights as she hailed a taxi.

"Sure," Reo replied simply. There was no reason to add more. She was never the type to appreciate long goodbyes.

As the taxi pulled away, Reo turned toward a nearby alley, his expression sharpening. With a faint thought, he took control of his clone from earlier—hidden and waiting near the outskirts of the city. Double-checking that no one was nearby, he gave the signal. The clone shimmered for a moment, its form folding into the air as it vanished like mist.

Althea, who stood nearby, crossed her arms. Her voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Are you really just going to stand there?"

Her eyes narrowed, but there was no real malice—just a frown of cold curiosity.

Reo didn’t answer at first. His thoughts were already churning. Now that his stats had broken through to F-, the next logical step was clear he needed Money.

skills, gear, connections. The fastest path Taking them.

"I’m going to steal," he said casually, as if announcing plans to go grocery shopping.

Althea raised an eyebrow. "Steal?" she echoed, her tone flat, almost amused.

"Not from good people. I’ve got standards," he muttered, starting to walk. "We’re going to rob a criminal. A rich one."

For a moment, Althea was stunned. She hadn’t expected such blatant honesty. Then, with a huff, she slipped seamlessly into Reo’s soul space, her consciousness melding into the corner of his mind to observe.

He arrived at a modest, slightly run-down police station nestled between two shops. Late evening had dulled the bustle—only a lone officer sat inside, slumped half-asleep on a bench.

Reo scanned the surroundings. No cameras. No civilians nearby.

Silently, he approached the dozing officer and snatched the ID card hanging from his chest—his fingers swift and precise. To his surprise, the man’s rank wasn’t low. In fact, he was a Lieutenant—a rare stroke of luck.

Reo slipped inside the station using the ID and ducked into an unmonitored hallway. In a dim corner, he summoned his clone. It appeared with a quiet shimmer, already wearing the mask Clara had gifted This he guess.

The mask worked as expected. As it activated, it scanned the stolen ID and reshaped the clone’s features into a near-perfect replica of the officer. With practiced ease, the clone strolled down the corridor toward the records room.

A young officer stood at a desk, sipping coffee, but straightened immediately upon seeing the familiar face.

"Ah, sir! You’re still here?" he asked, confused but respectful.

"I need a list," the clone said sharply. "Anyone wealthy with a criminal record who slipped through due to... legal technicalities."

"Y-Yes, sir! One moment." The officer scrambled, pulling a thin folder from a filing cabinet. "These are the ongoing investigations and archived bypassed cases."

The clone accepted the papers, flipping through them quickly. He absorbed each name, address, and case file. Charges ranged from fraud and bribery to blackmail, assault, and worse.

"May I ask," the officer ventured, "what this is for, sir?"

"You don’t need to know," the clone replied coldly, handing the folder back.

The officer stiffened. "Understood."

A moment later, the clone disappeared down the hall and back into the shadowed corner. It vanished with a shimmer, along with the mask.

Meanwhile, Reo—who had received every detail from the clone—stood leaning against a wall outside.

He chuckled darkly. "Marquel. Age 42. Mansion in Northwood Hills. Acquitted on charges of attempted rape, assault, and extortion. Wealthy. Untouchable. Until now."

Althea stirred in his consciousness, yawning softly. "Is this what will you do Everyday from now on?" she asked, amused but unimpressed But She already Knows what’s his intent.

Reo smirked. "Only when I’m broke."

He double-checked the mansion’s location. It was situated on the outskirts of the city, isolated and surrounded by high walls. According to the file, Marquel liked his privacy—too many secrets to hide.

"Let’s pay him a visit."

He smile deviously then Started Traveling Towards The Location He only Runned since his Too Broke.

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