"No."
That was Alex's answer. Just... no. It wasn't a "Hmm, let me think about it" no. It wasn't an "Aw, I can't, I'm sorry" no. It was a flat, hard, boring, one-word no. The kind of "no" you give when someone asks you if you want to eat a plate of poop.
Sure, the old Alexander, the loser Alexander, the big stupid nerd... he would have loved to go travel and fight stupid things with his "friends." He would have probably wet his little alchemist pants with excitement over a "mission."
But this new Alex, this upgraded Alex... he would much rather enjoy his new life in this fantastical world. And "enjoying" this world meant enjoying all the money and all the women in it.
It didn't mean putting himself in danger, or getting dirty, or getting tired, or sleeping on the ground, or getting stabbed by some cult weirdo.
He wanted to be rich, lazy, and buried in boobs. "Saving a village" sounded like a lot of work with zero pay and zero hot, naked ladies.
"W-what?"
