Game 40: Logistics of Madness
Tae-yang squatted in front of him, eyes wild. "Do you not see? This is the foundation of all great heroes. Even the guy that summons shadow soldiers and farm aura had to start by stabbing trash mobs. The guy who was a ninja and had a cloning technique like me with a fox inside him had to cleaned graffiti. Even the one that changes the color of his hair when ever he increased his power level used to farmed radishes. Every legend begins with… chores."
Clone stared. "…You're romanticizing manual labor."
"Yes!" Tae-yang declared, standing tall again. "And if you romanticize hard enough, you trick yourself into not hating it. That's the true secret of adulthood."
Clone sighed. "You're unbelievable."
"And you're unemployed."
They locked eyes. Silence stretched. Somewhere outside, a car honked like a dramatic cymbal crash.
