[Ding.]
A flat, emotionless voice chimed in his head, utterly unimpressed.
[ Congratulations, host. Weekly Career System has been activated. Please stop yelling. No one is impressed.]
He blinked. "That's it? No trumpet? No doves? After all that 'develop a personal style' nonsense, you greet me like a bank receipt."
[Excessive theatrics waste processing power.]
Rex scoffed. "Wow. Thanks for killing the vibe. Alright, then. Show me what this is all about."
The system, ignoring his outburst, continued in its usual apathetic tone:
Welcome to the Weekly Career System™
"Because chaos builds character (and we ran out of better ideas)."
Congratulations, Host. You've been officially drafted into the workforce. Don't look so shocked — employment is a universal rite of suffering. Unlike normal mortals, however, you'll be cycling through random jobs every week for profit, punishment, and our amusement.
