(Four hours later...)
Rael stood outside his boutique, watering the plants and earning plenty of jealous stares from passing players.
"Tsk... If I had his figure, I would become an Olympian..."
"Yeah, with that mukbang influencer girlfriend of yours, you'd become a fatass in under a week."
"S-Shut up!"
A faint smile tugged at Rael's lips as he finished watering the last of the plants before leaning against the windowsill.
He glared at the players, and despite him not casting any kind of fear, they passed out on the spot, while those a bit further away began to run.
How anti-climactic, Rael thought with a sigh. It was now 9 P.M., and his other self was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't online either, so it seemed like Rael would have to just give Altros enough money to fix his problems, even if that money amounted to several hundred billion WON.
It's a real pity...
