Quickly cleaning his slightly chiselled yet sweaty body, Natsuki prepared the new clothes that Fleura had picked for him. Sure, they barely resembled his previous clothes back when he was in Japan, but they were gifts from his mom, back when she wasn't corrupted by Ryuugasu Maouji, back when she still cared for him as her son. Though he didn't like wearing it, it was one of the few things he had that still reminded him of his dad, back when he was still alive...
Haah...
I do miss that shirt, but the only reason I still wore it, despite it stinking with that whore's disgusting stench, was because it was the only shirt remaining that was still okay. The rest were sold by those assholes to fuel their drug-induced orgies!
Anyway, let's see what this so-called mission is...
And with that final thought, Natsuki lumbered his way to the meeting room, where he was called to...
And from where his legendary journey began
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Standing together, Fleura, Scara-douche– I mean, Scaramond, and Knoxis all sat down around a large table, all looking at a man wearing a sloppy suit with a crumpled tie on his chest. Adjusting his tilted glasses, the man, who was waiting, looked up, where he met face-to-face with Natsuki, still steaming from the shower he had taken just 5 minutes ago. Though he did not know why, he felt naked underneath the silent gaze, as if everything, seen and unseen, were all laid out before him. It was only after he turned his gaze that Natsuki shrugged off that uncomfortable feeling, slowly hiding behind the old man.
"Ah, I see. So this strapping young man is your new employee, huh? By the looks of things, he seems to be an Asian. Japanese?"
Natsuki was shocked at how accurate it was, and for a brief moment thought he was one of those hidden powerhouses who knew everything. "Oh, no need to be shocked. It's usually the Japanese who act all demure and whatnot when they get isekaid. The rest either want something stupidly overpowered (like those ones who want to become 'Immortal Emperors' and whatnot), or want something that would make them become a superhero (these ones usually end up destroying their worlds during their sexcapades, or try to create a 'Fifth Reich'). The last ones are usually the most annoying ones in my case. Why, I still–"
"Could you please tell us why you came, Aphuno...?"
Rudely interrupting them, Knoxis looked at the dishevelled salrayman. Seeing that he's been caught delaying, Aphuno merely gave a slight chuckle, before tilting his glasses up. "I... have a job for you lot. My...boss has found out that souls seemed to have stopped coming from one of our worlds. Now usually this would not be an issue, but the thing is, He had noticed that there seems to be an unusual energy fluctuation coming from that world. Something that has both our scent...
And the stench of something stale
Now, I have come, with permission, from my boss, to have this request issued to you. And judging by your track records, you lot have a high satisfaction rate. But if this is not enough, I suppose the 5 billion RT would have to go to–"
"We'll take it!"
Jumping from who knows where, Bai Mei, wearing her signature Qipao and jeans fusion, popped out, her eyes lit with the symbol of money. "We can guarantee you that our group would finish this as fast as possible, and with complete satisfaction guaranteed, otherwise my name ain't Bai 'Trustworthy' Mei!"
"It is...?"
"Shh!"