The note, which I only briefly glanced at, disintegrated into fine dust, not even catching fire. Then, as if it never even existed, all the dust just vanished—no trace left behind. Gulping at that, I couldn't help but think, "What the shit even was that? What beyond her power of pathway could possibly allow her to perform such a feat? Even the dust was erased?"
Freaking out briefly at the fact that I couldn't guess how that piece of paper functioned, I quickly calmed myself down as I looked up, realizing, "Damn, is this what 'she' meant back then?" Coming to a realization from the endless muttering that was seemingly incoherent from Heaven's Will.
I quickly got up and put on some clothes. I no longer had my priest robes; instead, it was a simple four-piece suit of black and gray, with a hoodless white robe that had the patterns of Amon on them. As I put them on, I proceeded to step out of my room.
Noticing Nehemiah on the floor in my room from the still-open door, I silently stepped in, shortly before quickly putting Nehemiah in bed. After doing so, I covered him with a blanket before leaving.
I thought, "At first, I was planning to make him and a few others my anchors to humanity if I even got high enough into sequences to need them, or just rabbit followers that I could turn into demigods under my command.
However, from 'her' mad ramblings, I got some idea—not just what happened to this kid, but also to other people in this world. I'm not some nice guy or even remotely like Klein; I'd be begging Amon without a thought in the world if I wasn't scared of being parasitized—I'm just an average dude.
But holy fucking hell, the shit that has happened to him is crazy. I'm not going to just ignore what the upper class has done to them. Yeah, most of humanity is going to die anyway if the plan of Celestial Worthy and Heaven's Will goes on. That doesn't mean I can just turn a blind eye.
Yes, it might be stupid, but I simply don't care. I have basic human dignity and want others to have it too, because I grew up in an era where it was common. I don't know—fuck, why am I trying to justify my own actions to myself?"
After overthinking, I finally stopped near the door that would lead outside, hesitating once I noticed it. I opened it slowly; yes, hesitation in every move. However, I still walked out—not just for my own justifications, but also because I didn't want to die in this crazy world. I wanted to live till the 5th epoch and enjoy it, as I lived a crazy life, or find a way to get home, which I already planned for. But I knew that was nearly impossible to accomplish, so I didn't have high hopes.
As soon as I stepped out, the smell of old shit and piss on the streets hit me. While not as bad as downtown, it was still horrible. I walked on, slowly heading to a bakery I found along the way while searching for a house. As I stepped closer and closer to it, my appearance subtly changed, matching both the one I created and that of the great Gehrman Parrow I had in my mind.
With the amount of fan art of Gehrman Parrow, it was easy to shift my appearance to match his—around 50%, the other 50% being, of course, me. Finally, as I entered the small shop that reminded me of a street vendor's, just slightly bigger, I saw the face of an old lady sleeping, seemingly on break after a hard day's work.
However, I knew the truth from her spiritual fluctuations—she was far from ordinary. Therefore, in my eyes, she was only 47-50 at most; she would not be so tired so easily.
Upon seeing her, I took out a coin and looked at it, then at the old lady as I placed it down. I remembered what the suspicious people who bought bread but didn't eat it got, and soon enough, the old lady tiredly opened her eyes and asked, "What would you like to buy, young sir?"
Not timid, but of course not firm, I quickly remembered what the other guests ordered and said, "I would like a double-patted number 6 with a number 8 small on the side, ma'am." The old lady didn't fluctuate in expression but didn't leave to get what I ordered. I proceeded to make gestures that praised the Primordial Demoness with my left hand, then my right hand, ending it with my left hand and a bow.
The old lady smiled at this shortly before getting my order, and soon everything was in a neat bag. Not even checking the contents inside, I handed her a tip that looked like two silver coins.
After doing so, I walked past two alleys, throwing the bread in the first one I passed and praying in the second as I threw another silver coin down. As I did, I noticed the number of people passing me by drastically decreasing as I slowly approached the third alley.
Without hesitation, I walked down it, my expression utterly neutral. Upon arriving at its end, I noticed an unlocked door. Knowing this was a decoy from a few officers who had tried investigating this place for a week straight, I turned to the left and placed my hand on the fifth brick up on the wall. I knocked on the ground: hard, soft, soft, normal, soft, hard, weak, and soft again.
Only then did I go to the door and quickly open it. Unlike with the officers from before, I didn't pass out as I entered what looked like a bar, which, in my opinion, looked advanced for its time, especially because everything looked so finely made.
All the commotion in the bar ceased as I walked in, seemingly indifferent. I walked up to the front of the bar and said to the man at the counter, "I would like to register as a bounty hunter, sir." The man didn't seem surprised at all, merely asking, "And you are?"
To that, I parted my lips and said, "Oh me? I'm Gehrman Parrow's older brother, Elijah Von Sparrow. Nice to meet you. I hope my partnership with you all is pleasant as I kill the pigs of the upper class."
( A/N: I totally wasn't stumped on what to name the currency on an unrelated note please come up with names totally not for me. )