"Indeed, a true Rizzmaster appreciates all aspects of life, not only consenting women of legal age. This includes food, nature, everything."
Old Man Li took a casual swig of his rice wine. The two were leaning on a railing outside a cheap diner, and in front of them was a rubbish tip, with the smell of rotting garbage permeating the air.
Bob was starting to have serious doubts. Was this guy really a Rizzmaster?
Old Man Li chuckled noticing Bob's gloomy look. "Don't worry, my good disciple. If you cannot appreciate the lows of life, then you are not worthy to fully experience the highs. And-"
For Old Man Li, despite his appearance, truly was the real deal.
"You would not be worthy to experience the thicc thighs either." He added with a look of calm wisdom, smoothly not mentioning the fact that since he was broke, the hotpot from earlier had used up this month's welfare check which is why they were forced to go to this joint instead.
His eyes took on a look of misty reminiscence as he thought back to his golden days of Youth, one that in his later years had often led to his wife's suspicious frown and scolding.
"Who are you thinking about huh? You up to no good rubbish! I don't know why I married you, you trash!!!" His wife clucked like an angry mother hen, but later that night, Old Man Li, after delivering some soft and tender words, alongside some help from his not so soft and tender bird, had his graceful, lithe beauty eating, guzzling from the palm of his hand, although exactly what 'palm of the hand' refers to and what she was guzzling and swallowing would be mysteries 'reserved for a later chapter' - meaning that it would be a similar case to his dad who had 'gone out to get some milk' that fateful day.
"Soon, it will be time. Soon you will turn 18, and that is when you will have the opportunity to reach the next level of Rizz mastery, a very important stage. That is when," and here Old Man Li paused for emphasis,
"New worlds would... open up for exploration."
Bob looked at Vol. 2 of "the Art of Rizz" which was in his hand.
This was the gold that he had wanted to mine, and Old Man Li did not disappoint.
[Secret Excerpt from The Art of Rizz, Vol. 2]
"Before we dive, or plunge, too... deeply, it must be stressed that a Rizzmaster is at ease with every life and conversational situation. The key is to find life *itself* interesting and to appreciate things beyond more than just their external appearances."
Bob stared at the rubbish tip in front of him. It was true, he reflected. Without this rubbish tip, society would be in chaos. He began to develop a new appreciation for the garbage collectors that made it possible, and the need for recycling and creating a sustainable future. And the smell of garbage contrasted with the rich aroma of hotpot from before, making him feel even more alive and connected with the world.
"Rizz Experience has increased!"
Your Rizz Index has levelled up!!!"
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Although Bob was at C+++++ grade, and still at trash tier, his one virtue was his determination and respect for the world, knowing that he himself was able to ascend from the bottom of E++++ grade, anything was possible in this world, and he would not underestimate anyone or anything. So despite these breakthroughs, he no intentions of resting on his laurels. In life at any given moment there are always two paths when encountering any kind of success. Indeed, for an aspiring Rizzmaster, the perception of "success" itself was often even more dangerous than adversity, if one did not have the right mindset.
Some would use success as motivation, understanding that they had just taken an insignificant step forward in the larger scheme.
Others would suffer from Arrogant Young Master Syndrome (AYMS), overestimate their abilities and forget their roots, likely leading them to bite off more than they could chew, and leading them down the inevitable path of receiving the much-anticipated
*Smack!!! ( —ack!) ( —ack) * The SFX and image of a hand striking bare skin echoed vividly in Bob's mind.
Indeed, this was the crisp melodious sound of faceslapping, a schadenfreude perversely enjoyed by all WebNovel connoisseurs throughout the Thousand lands of Rizzdom.
Being a diligent disciple, Bob knew that upon turning 18, he would be need to be prepared, and ready for the new level, which would be filled with new challenges, and likely, many who suffered from AYMS.
So the first thing was to upgrade his training regimen, from the pushups, sit-ups and squats, now to include fine-tuning his Face Slapping Skill to be ready for future plot developments, and so, using the funds from his "Become-A-Hero" Company, he bought himself a sandbag dummy, dressed it in your usual, extravagant AYM robes which he bought from the aptly named 'BaoTao' store online, and made sure to slap it at least 27 times per day so he would be ready when the time came.
*Smack!!*
*Smack!!*
*Smack!!!!!*
The proud sneer of the dummy's face, (which Bob had handdrawn on in black texta marker following Old Man Li's advice for 'added realism'), soon became a lopsided, shocked look of surprise as the AYMS dummy had the stuffing knocked out of it from Bob's calm, precise and ruthless strikes.
"The Rizzmaster is humble, objective, balanced, and affirming," Bob whispered. "But you should never get on his bad side."
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Initially, Bob was only able to strike at 27% of his potential power, but after numerous training sessions, he increased this Face Slap Skill considerably, to 43%. This was enough to send not only a typical AYMS sufferer flying, but now even the expected follow-up-Uncle, an Elder who had likely reached the Fifth stage of the Exceptional-Eric Rizz Core, would also be sent sprawling back, spewing bread, in the same strike.
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Bob
Rizz Index: 306894
Strength: 279094
Intelligence: 650933
Genetic Quality: C+++++++++
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Bob had levelled up, and taken one step further down the path of become a Rizzmaster once again.