I changed into the uniform in the small locker room.
Black shirt.
Black vest.
Black pants.
Everything black. I guess that was the theme of the club.
The shirt fit better than I expected. Probably because they had uniforms in different sizes ready. That meant they hired new people pretty often.
Not a comforting thought.
I looked at myself in the mirror for a few seconds.
Same face. Same tired eyes. Same messy hair.
But somehow, wearing the uniform made me feel like I was part of something now. I wasn't just some unemployed guy walking around the city anymore.
I walked back into the staff room.
Dylan looked up and grinned. "Not bad. You actually look like a host."
"I don't even know what hosts do yet," I said.
"You will," he said, standing up. "You're coming with me."
Lena pointed at him immediately. "Don't teach him anything stupid."
Dylan put a hand on his chest. "I'm offended you think I would do that."
"You pranked three juniors last month," Lena said.
"They needed character development," Dylan replied.
Lena sighed and looked at me. "Just watch him. Don't listen to everything he says."
"Hey," Dylan said. "That hurts."
She ignored him.
"Your job tonight is simple," Lena said to me. "Follow Dylan. Watch how he talks to customers. Don't drink too much. Don't start fights. Don't promise anything you can't deliver."
"Got it," I said.
"And if a customer complains," she added, "it becomes my problem. So don't make problems."
"Understood."
Dylan clapped his hands once. "Alright, junior. Let's go make money."
We walked back out into the club.
The music hit me again immediately. Lights flashing, people dancing, glasses clinking, people shouting over the music.
It was busy. Very busy.
Dylan walked like he owned the place, greeting people as we passed.
"Hey, welcome back."
"Good to see you again."
"You look amazing tonight."
"Your usual table?"
He was smiling, laughing, shaking hands, patting people on the shoulder like he knew everyone.
"You know all these people?" I asked.
"Regulars," he said. "Very important. Regulars pay our rent."
He stopped near the bar and turned to me.
"Rule number one," he said. "Customers are always right. Even when they're stupid."
"Rule number two. Remember what they drink."
"Rule number three. Listen more than you talk."
"Rule number four. Make them feel important."
"Rule number five," he said, pointing at me, "never fall in love with customers."
"That sounds very specific," I said.
He sighed. "You'll understand later."
A waitress walked past and handed him a tray with drinks.
He nodded toward a booth. "Come on. First table."
We walked to a booth where three women were sitting and drinking cocktails. They looked rich. Expensive dresses, expensive bags, the kind of people who probably spent more money in one night than I had in my bank account.
Dylan's personality changed instantly when we approached.
His posture relaxed, his smile became softer, his voice smoother.
"Good evening, ladies," he said. "You look like trouble tonight."
They laughed immediately.
"Dylan, you always say that," one of them said.
"And I'm always right," he replied.
He put the drinks on the table and sat down with them like he was part of their group.
Then he looked at me.
"This is Noah," he said. "New guy. First night. Be nice to him."
One of the women looked at me and smiled.
Above her head, text appeared.
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Mood: Happy
Interest: 22%
Attraction: 14%
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I almost forgot about the system.
Right. Mood Scan.
"This place suddenly became very interesting," I muttered quietly.
Dylan kicked my shoe lightly under the table.
"Don't stand like a bodyguard," he whispered. "Sit."
So I sat.
And just like that, my first night working at Eclipse Nightclub officially started.
Here is the rewritten Chapter 6 with everything the same and no level up requirements section for Penis Optimization.
Dylan was talking and laughing with the three women like he had known them for years. I mostly just listened and nodded when they talked to me. It felt a bit awkward at first, but after a few minutes, it became easier.
While they were talking, I focused for a moment and opened the system window.
The blue screen appeared in front of my eyes again.
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[HOST STATUS]
Name: Noah Walker
Age: 24
Occupation: Employed
Title: None
Stats:
Stamina: 5
Endurance: 4
Abilities:
Mood Scan Lv.1
Relationship Tracker Lv.1
Penis Optimization Lv.1
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I blinked.
"My occupation changed…" I muttered quietly.
From Unemployed to Employed.
So the system really was tracking my life.
I focused on the abilities and selected Penis Optimization.
A new window opened.
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[Penis Optimization – Lv.1]
This ability allows the host to adjust size and shape depending on customer preference.
Current Level Effects:
Increase size: +1 inch
Minor shape adjustment: Locked
Stamina boost during intercourse: Locked
Sensitivity control: Locked
Duration control: Locked
Recovery boost: Locked
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I stared at the screen for a few seconds.
"…What the hell is this system?"
So right now, I could only increase my size by one inch. Everything else was locked.
I closed that window and opened Mood Scan.
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[Mood Scan – Lv.1]
Allows the host to view the emotional state of the target.
Current Effects:
Displays basic mood
Displays attraction level
Displays interest level
Locked:
Hidden intentions
Relationship history
Desire level
Lie detection
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Then I opened Relationship Tracker.
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[Relationship Tracker – Lv.1]
Allows host to track relationship progress with targets.
Current Effects:
View Interest
View Attraction
View Mood
Locked:
Trust Level
Lust Level
Obsession Level
Loyalty Level
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"This is literally a host system…" I muttered.
This system wasn't for fighting, or magic, or leveling like a game.
It was for people.
For reading people.
Talking to people.
Getting close to people.
Basically… perfect for this job.
"Hey, Noah," Dylan said suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You're spacing out. That means you're thinking too much."
"Sorry," I said.
One of the women laughed. "He looks nervous. It's his first day, right?"
"Yeah," Dylan said. "Be nice to him. He might become your favorite host later."
They laughed again.
Above their heads, I saw the words again.
Happy
Interested
Relaxed
Curious
I leaned back slightly in the seat and looked around the club.
People drinking.
People laughing.
People flirting.
Money everywhere.
Secrets everywhere.
Two days ago, I was unemployed with four dollars in my bank account.
Now I was sitting in a nightclub working as a host with a system that could literally analyze people and modify my body.
My life had gone completely off the rails.