Chapter 3: 3 - Rewards for Good Work, Punishment for Bad
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"Hey, you bratty goddess! Explain why my damn boxers were in the shop inventory!"
Sebas roared into the empty air, his face flushed with righteous indignation.
"Hmm? Oh, that?" Angel's voice dripped with faux innocence. "Must've accidentally tossed them in while cleaning out junk. My bad~ Let me fix that for you."
A flash of white light later, Sebas' beloved boxers reappeared—snugly in place.
"Ahhh..." He sighed in relief as the familiar fabric shielded him from the coastal breeze. "Clothing... truly mankind's greatest invention."
(Though he couldn't remember where he'd heard that before.)
"Anyway!" Angel clapped her hands (metaphorically). "Mission briefing time! Your ultimate goal in this world is—"
"Hold up! What 'ultimate goal'? You never explained anything!"
"Ugh, are you illiterate? Check your damn system panel! Must I spoon-feed you like some NEET otaku? Pathetic."
Grumbling, Sebas pulled up his interface:
[MAIN QUEST UNLOCKED
» Graduate from Izu University
REWARD: 500 TP
NOTE: Completion triggers world exit.
Proceed to Celestial Realm for next assignment.]
"...The hell? 'Izu University'? Sounds Japanese! Why do I have to redo college?!"
"Less whining, more doing!" Angel chirped. "But hey~ The real moneymakers are the daily quests. Keep an eye out for those! Toodles~"
Her voice vanished—then popped back like a buffering stream.
"Oops! Forgot your newbie gift pack! Can't have my recruit looking like a total scrub."
A rainbow lightshow exploded over Sebas' head, flooding his brain with:
- This world's geography
- Local customs
- Fluent Japanese
- One (1) Izu University acceptance letter
- Assorted fake IDs
"Byeeee~"
And she was gone—for real this time.
Sebas stood frozen, eyes glazed, as terabytes of information rewired his synapses. When he finally rebooted:
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!"
He hurled the acceptance letter onto the rocks.
"That damn gremlin goddess! Drops me here with zero instructions, a shitty quest, and—oh crap!"
A gust nearly blew the paper into the sea. Sebas belly-flopped to rescue it, then shook his fist at the sky:
"Just you wait! I'll claw my way up to a heavenly bureaucrat position and become YOUR boss! Thirty years east, thirty years west—don't underestimate this young man's rage!"
Thus, on a lonely reef, a hungover nobody named Sebas pledged celestial vengeance.
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Evening, Izu Coastline
As tourists retreated to their hotels, Sebas crept from the rocks onto the deserted beach.
Bare-chested but (crucially) no longer bare-assed, he strolled into town—earning nothing but passing glances from locals. (Tourists gonna tourist.)
While going shirtless was socially acceptable in this beach town, pantslessness—as Sebas had learned earlier—was decidedly not.
Now fully clothed (thank god), Sebas wandered the streets as his stomach growled in protest.
No money. No food. No place to sleep.
A dark aura of despair clung to him as he muttered curses under his breath:
"That damn brat goddess... When I get my hands on her—"
"Hey, you okay there?"
A deep, friendly voice cut through his brooding. Sebas turned to see a broad-shouldered middle-aged man in a sharp bartender's uniform, holding a bouquet of roses.
"Uh... me?" Sebas pointed at himself.
The man smiled warmly. "Yeah, you. It's getting late—you'll catch a chill walking around like that."
"Thanks, but... I'm kinda broke right now. Not sure where to go."
The bartender's expression turned serious. "You in trouble? Need me to take you to the police?"
"N-no! It's not like that!" Sebas waved his hands frantically.
"Well, either way, I can't just leave you out here." The man chuckled, shoving the roses into Sebas' arms. "My bar's dorms are empty since my part-timer left for college. How 'bout you crash there tonight?"
Sebas blinked. Why is a stranger helping me?
As if reading his mind, the bartender grinned. "Coastal folks stick together. Back in the day, fishermen survived by helping each other. Plus..." He winked. "I like seeing people smile. My bar's a hit with students—fair prices, good vibes."
"I..." Sebas hesitated, then sighed. Might as well.
He reached into his waistband (ignoring the bartender's alarmed look) and pulled out his crumpled acceptance letter.
"Ah! You're an Izu University freshman? And an international student!" The man's eyes lit up. "You're my old employee's junior! This is fate!"
"International student...?"
Sebas finally checked the letter—and nearly combusted.
*NATIONALITY: Kingdom of Angel*
^^("Pledge undying loyalty to Her Magnificence, the Great Goddess Angel! All hail!")
"KINGDOM OF ANGEL MY ASS! THAT BRAT'S DEAD MEAT!!!"
His scream echoed through the night.
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