David's steps created small echoes as he quickly walked forward.
"I hate this place so much!" he couldn't help but curse as he saw the dozens of holess people on the ground. So were begging for money, while others were ravaging trash cans for scraps.
"It would be so good if this trash disappeared off the face of the earth," David tried not to pay them much attention as he didn't want to get too angry.
He felt a cold hand tapping his back as he heard a cold voice.
"That is a harsh way to speak about the less fortunate, you know?" There was no need to turn around to see who was talking.
He scoffed at the words of the Spectral Warden.
"For a cursed being, you seem to be awfully focused on playing a nice guy."
The being behind him laughed out loud, its laugh echoing across the dirty streets, yet nobody except David was able to hear or see it.
"? A nice being? You seem to have gotten funnier over ti. You know everything I do or say is with the intention of slowly driving you insane."
'I've been insane for a long ti, you piece of shit,' David thought as he quickened his steps.
"Why is it that I'm always needed when it's most inconvenient for ?" he wondered but decided not to dwell on the issue.
Taking a left turn, David's gaze fell on a building much taller than the ones around it, towering at at least five floors. Experience more content on My Virtual Library Empire
"Let's get this over with already," he muttered as he skipped the line waiting to enter.
"Hey, who the fuck do you think you are to go ahead of us?" a man with bloodshot eyes and foam dripping from his mouth grabbed David's hand as he shouted at him.
"Did this trash just dare to touch ?" David spoke, his voice full of hostility.
The next second, the man who had grabbed David's hand was beheaded, his body falling lifelessly to the ground as blood poured like a fountain.
A few people were staring at the exchange, needing a second or two to process that a man had just been beheaded before them. David's movents were so fast that nobody even saw them.
Ignoring the scream of the woman behind the beheaded man, David walked forward until he reached the entrance of the building.
The two-ter-tall, bald bouncer glanced at David and hurriedly moved aside to make space.
"Sir! The bo—boss is already inside!" the bouncer stuttered in fear.
"Good. At least I won't have to waste a lot of ti here," David mused as he quickly walked forward, approaching the first staircase.
"Why does it always sll so fucking bad here?!" he couldn't help but curse as he pinched his nose with his hand.
Reaching the second floor, he quickly walked as all the security guards shivered when their gazes fell on David.
After going through all the floors, he was finally at the last one, in front of the black door.
"Let's just get this over with," he muttered as he opened the door without hesitation.
Just as expected, there was the salesman sitting comfortably in his chair.
That thing, which seed to be wearing human skin, was staring from the window, looking unresponsive as always.
But David saw a third person, which was sothing he didn't expect.
It was a man on the shorter side with white hair and green cat-like eyes.
'A dragon descendant?' David wondered as he glanced at the man.
Why was this person here? Why wasn't he inford?
'Wait… wasn't the winner of the hunting competition—the one that got a higher score than my team—said to have white hair and eyes similar to this? No, I can't jump to conclusions yet. There are millions of people in the capital. There are bound to be people that look alike.'
"David," the cursed being spoke, but this ti its voice didn't contain even the slightest trace of amusent.
"That man with the white hair—what is he staring at?"
The white-haired man was staring at David, who had just entered—that much was certain. But why did the Spectral Warden suddenly sound so serious?
"No, he isn't staring at you. Look where his eyes are focused."
David did just that and realized the white-haired man wasn't staring at him but behind him… Why could he see sothing behind him?
'This man can see my Spectral Warden?' David thought as his purple eyes shined. If this was the truth, then he had just t an exceptional individual.
*****
'Luna, what the fuck is that?!' Zaroth asked Luna. The mont he heard the doors behind him open, a man entered. But the thing that concerned him the most was that there was sothing behind the man. It was a dark creature, several ters in length, with three hollow eyes.
And that thing was quietly staring at Zaroth while he stared at it.
'Don't look! That thing must be part of the man's class! Don't show that you can see it!' Luna warned.
Zaroth quickly averted his gaze, feeling his heart rate increase. He had stared at the being, and that being had stared back at him.
'Is this supposed to be invisible or sothing? Then why did I see it? Is it because I'm connected to death or sothing?' his mind raced.
'The only thing that cos to mind is to try and play it off!'
"You've taken your sweet ti getting here," Zaroth heard the salesman behind him address the purple-eyed man who had just entered the room.
Zaroth shifted his gaze to the thing wearing human skin.
On one side was the salesman, on the other the thing pretending to be human, and on the third a man with so kind of cursed creature behind him.
Zaroth was currently on his guard around all these individuals, all of whom made his instincts scream at him to run away.
'This bed and its cost turned out to be so much more than I expected…' he couldn't help but curse in his mind.
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