"Who said…" Razeal began, his voice low and teasing.
"…that I need to have anything in the first place?"
[What do you mean?] the System asked, clearly confused.
[How are you going to start business if you've got nothing to offer?]
But Razeal didn't explain anything.
Instead, with a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, he gave an order:
"System, send me to a perverted, SSS-ranked boss. A total degenerate. I'm sure there must be someone like that in the Valley there has to be at least one massive lecher."
[What the actual hell, Host?!] The System snapped so hard it felt like it short-circuited.
[You've got seven days to prove yourself, you just asked for hours of detailed analysis and strategy and now this?!]
[You want to relax now? Blow off stress? Hell no! I'm not wasting my resources just so you can chase your twisted fantasies!]
The System was fuming.
