I KNOW YOU"RE IN THERE! I CAN HEAR YOU BREATHING!

  'Damn how thin are these walls,' wondered Malorn as he held his breath and waited for the issue to go away. The issue in question was a 6 foot 11 inches tall mountain of fat and muscle behemoth. The very same one that is slowly losing more of his temper. Unfortunately he was also the son of the complex owner. His name was Brock Kilwealth, known as the housing complex bully.

  With a loud Huff, Brock slipped a piece of paper under the door and then stomped off. Creeping closer Malorn saw that the piece of paper had three words on it written in red permanent marker.

  PAY OR DIE

  "Ha, what does that shit stain think he's going to do? He may have Daddy to back him up here but the government would never allow him to do anything."

  Out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw another piece of paper slip under the door. And it too had writing on it. Also in red permanent marker.

  You thought I was gone didn't you? Take a step out and you will die. Nobody insults me and gets away with it.

  'Why does life seem to desire to bend me over and have me run through like a track meet? Now I have to deal with this big giant jackass. The only thing is I'm not sure if he's joking or not. Can he kill me in this apartment complex and get away with it? I wouldn't think so but then again who knows.'

  Stepping away from the door Malorn returns to his chair. Although this time he had a different visitor. A visitor that he both didn't want nor like. A visitor that had too many legs and scared him shitless as a child, a spider.

  The damn thing was crawling around on the floor in front of his chair. 'Another one!? Where's my goddamn shoe!'

  Quickly Malorn grabbed a shoe from beside the front door and quickly aimed at the thing.

  BAM!

  With a quick swing he nailed the spider precisely. And obtained a rather odd reward. For when he picked up the shoe off the supposed corpse of the spider, the squished body was nowhere to be found. Instead there was a single $1 bill on the floor.

  Getting down onto his hands and knees, he first picked up the shoe and looked on the other side to see if the corpse of the spider was there.

  Stolen story; please report.

  Nothing. Nothing at all

  "The heck?"

  Then he studied the top of the dollar bill to see if the corpse of spider was there only for there to be nothing there either. Carefully picking the dollar bill up by an edge. He tried looking under it and on the back side of the bill as well. Still no corpse of the eight legged horror. For all intents and purposes the corpse of the spider disappeared and in his place a dollar bill has spawned. Suddenly an odd thought passed through his mind.

  'Wait! Did the spider become the dollar bill?'

  Is it possible? Then quickly he thought back to one of his newest abilities. How if he wins against something he will gain a dollar. Does killing a spider with a shoe count as fighting and winning?

  'So if I kill more of those lil demons I can make more cash?' ??

  Malorn's face turned into the most wicked of smiles as he suddenly had that idea. Along with it came some creepy laughter. Laughter creepy and loud enough that enough that those that could hear them through walls and ceiling and floor grew slightly anxious.

  Kekekeke Hahakekeke

  "Come out come out wherever you are little beasties. Daddy here won't hurt you, but he will KILL you!"

  And for the rest of the day and into the night that was what he did. He checked every single crevice he could find. He picked up and rearranged all of whatever furniture he had and move stuff around while looking with a keen eye if he can find any insect or arachnid.

  Occasionally he would have people come to the door complaining about the noise he was making. But they would always get it with a retort that wasn't the nicest.

  Random neighbors, "Will you please keep it down!"

  Malorn, "How about I break my foot off in your ass?"

  By the time of 3 a.m. the next morning he had killed a grand total of 5 creatures giving him a total of 5 bucks.

  *Inhale* *exhale* *Inhale* *exhale*

  Tired Malorn laid down on his bed. In his right hand was a total of 5 single dollar bills. "System, convert these bills please."

  [Converting……. Done!]

  [Congratulations you have finished the tutorial period of the system and you will be reborn as something else!]

  [In order to not leave an abnormal death, a deadly event will be generated.]

  ….Malorn stared at the words that popped up in front of him. A feeling of dread and anxiousness rose quite quickly in his heart. 'I'm done with a tutorial? And for that I'm going to be killed and turned into…something else?'

  *THUD* *THUD* *THUD*

  Suddenly he hears what sounds like thuds coming from outside his apartment in the hallway.

  As if something or someone big and heavy is climbing the stairs.

  <[ Name: Malorn]>

  <[Race: Car(1967 Chevy Impala)

  <[AP: 5(0)]>

  <[Skills:Adamantium bones

  Fire Weakness

  Bounty collection]>

  *THUD* *THUD*

  "Why the fuck am I becoming a car? I don't even like cars or even have one. What the fuck would I even do?" Suddenly, Malorn had a weird thought.

  "Don't tell me I'm going to become a car like some crappy haunted car movie. I mean I'm flattered and all but can I please become something better like a cat or something?"

  [Selection based at random, probability of car was 1% due to having a movie of such a thing in close proximity]

  "What! That's actually a shitty reason. And what do you mean in close proximity I don't even own the damn movie or want to watch it!"

  It was at that moment that from beneath his feet came a muffled scream like that of a movie going on.

  'No, don't tell me…. Please for a love of everything dear in my life am I becoming a car due to some random neighbor watching a random dumbass movie!'

  [Probability was only 1%]

  [Chance of becoming a flea was 5%]

  [Chance of becoming a pair of underwear that had the words brock on it was 87%]

  Hearing that last bit of information there was an involuntary shudder. "Never mind thank you for turning me into a car although I do wonder what will happen to my skills that I just earned."

  [They will be repurposed for your new form as well any other new ones you may acquire]

  "Will I ever regain a new form after this?"

  [No]

  "Please?"

  [NO]

  "Fuck"