Chapter 426 Chapter 426 Old Boss
Our bored gar slept alone as usual and ate none of the common mortal food whatsoever.
Having evolved into a Clone Harpy monster may have co as a blessing in disguise since there were only 20 Empire Crown left in his pockets. He would have to earn more money later on.
The night disappeared and was easily replaced by the eternal sun which never failed to rise on every morn.
When the clock pointed at 7, it was also at this ti when our good gar opened his eyes.
"DING!"
"DING!"
"DING!" The alarm in a cheap wrist watch rang true the sa as the day before. With a soft tap, the device grew silent. Only to be replaced by an eager command from a young man's voice.
"Good morning, Nancy. I want to get my sign in rewards please." Clark ordered just like yesterday.
"Affirmative, host."
"DING!"
"Congratulations, host. You have received a box of rotten eggs!" Nancy gave the sign in rewards as expected.
But different from the last, this one seed more mundane and insignificant in comparison.
"FUCK ! Is this one of your innovative jokes once more, partner?!" Clark could not help but curse in the empty air around him.
He has fully expected for this new system to be unbiased that would only give him magical and op items so that he can step on his enemies' corpses as soon as possible but alas, reality failed him yet again.
His expectations were gone in the far winds. Never to be seen or heard of again. Still, our bored gar tried to hold on hope. And so he waited.
"..." Unfortunately, the heavenly treasure clay brick did not give any reaction at all. It remained as cold as an old maiden's emotions.
"Do these eggs contain any kind of mystery or so sort of power i could use, Nancy?" Clark asked towards his handy system.
"The system is not certain, host." Nancy replied. She was unsure at this ti.
"Well... there's only one way to find out then." Our bored gar took a deep breath and withdrew one egg from inventory. He put it to his nose and slled nothing foul whatsoever.
"Here goes nothing." Clark said as he opened his mouth and dropped the unknown egg, shell and all, into his mouth.
"CRACK!" The egg broke and it was at that ti when our good gar finally got an answer to his question. It was truly a rotten egg in the end. No more, no less.
"SIGH!"
"Why do you do this to , partner?" Clark sighed and there was no sign of disgust to be found on his face. Only great disappointnt.
One should know that our bored gar had endured countless hells in the soul fragntation process.
He could not determine how many tis he experienced being eaten alive and was forced to eat sothing that was very unpalatable for any man, woman, or beast.
Thus, a rotten egg seed like a rare treat towards our very own protagonist. It only made him rember his nightmares long past.
He did not cry nor shiver but instead felt imasurable pride in how he overca those myriad tribulations and torture.
"Good tis." Our bored gar sported a wicked grin at this ti. A full minute later and it subsided into nothing. He recalled that he has got to be sowhere else today.
"Ti for to work." Clark whispered and summoned his True Copy clone. Sa as the last, this needed another sacrifice from him.
"BANG!" A fat leg dropped to the floor and ford into a thin little man about 5 foot tall. This kind of body was needed so that the summon could move freely in this tight room.
With quick movents, the summon got another set of clothes in the small drawer nearby. It wore them in ease and imdiately maneuvered itself towards the only exit in the room.
It was ti to go.
"CREAK!" The door opened and the thin hand that held the knob turned fat in an instant. The body ca out next and the change was amazingly fast.
Before long, our bored gar's fat clone went out in all his huge glory. He wore another kind of uniform this ti around.
Gone was the school wear of yesterday and it has now changed into a service crew attire. There was nothing more to be said as the clone inched its way out of this dark and lonely corridor.
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"Good morning, boss! Are there already orders on queue?" Clark arrived at a nearby pizza house.
This was Caden's job on weekends and although it did not pay well but at least he got sothing out of his limited ti. Sothing was after all better than nothing.
"Why are you limping out there, Caden? Did you hurt yourself?" The boss' eagle eyes noticed our good gar's weird way of walking.
The boss may be old but he was sure to be as sharp as ever!
It was obvious that Clark still needed to act the part of being wounded even if no one was around to spy on him.
Since he can never really know, our good gar continued to be much too cautious whenever he went out from his apartnt.
Our good gar did not want to fail the restrictions given by his partner clay brick.
"It's only a minor accident, boss. I can still drive safely I promise!" Clark grinned and projected a confident stance in front of his boss.
The boss was an old man at the ripe age of 70 but he was still working because he has a passion for his job and business.
"Your promise is not enough, Caden. Co back once your body is fully healed. Not a second prior!" The boss shook his head and replied with these firm words.
"But boss... I could st..." Our bored gar tried to convince the old man.
"You heard , Caden. Go ho and rest." Alas, the boss remained stalwart in his decision.
He was already very generous in giving this fat boy a job here when almost everybody else rejected Caden in the past.
But he would not risk the health and life of Caden simply because of the promise of profits. To this, even Clark could respect this old boss.
"Okay, boss." Our avid gar nodded and then turned around to go back whence he ca.
There would be delay in the deliveries since it was clear that many patrons were already calling in the phone lines.
Weekends were a hot busy day for this pizza house and the boss would have wished to get all hands he could bring. Still, Clark knew that this old boss was a man of principles.
'Hmmm... This would be better for i guess.'
'I don't need to waste my ti in here and I could instead move to infiltrate deeper into the hidden powers at play in this world.'
Our bored gar was happy inside but this feeling did not last for very long.
"I heard that you are out of work. So I'm here to offer you one." A familiar sweet voice called towards our very own protagonist.
'FUCK ! Not her again!' Clark could only utter a complaint in the deepest recesses of his soul.
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