"I am willing to pay Lord Profound Immortal twelve days of my life."
The situation is stronger than the man.
In front of the Profound Immortal Team mbers, although Ogaki Hikari was reluctant, he ultimately made a rational choice: "In that case, you won’t co looking for for a year, right?"
Without waiting for a response, he frowned and said impatiently, "Also, if we need to sign any contract, let’s get it over with quickly!"
You’d have to be an idiot to drink nuclear waste!
Treated or not, it’s no good!
One sip down the throat, and within a few years, he’d probably die of leukemia.
Using twelve days of life to buy the future, Ogaki Hikari thought it was a bargain!
Moreover, the other party might not even have the ability to take it away!
It sounds so real.
Can you just take away life, sothing invisible and untouchable, just because you say so?
Heh heh!
As a rising star in the industry, Ogaki Hikari was very proud, usually looking down on others. But after saying those words, focusing on the person in front of him, he quickly realized that his deanor might have been sowhat impolite, so his tightly furrowed brow quickly relaxed.
Ogaki Hikari hunched over, slightly bowed, and said humbly, "Sorry, I still need to rush my drafts. If possible, please hurry; I’ll cooperate with your work as much as I can."
The apology was extrely quick, fearing that if he reacted too slowly, he’d be shot to death by the people behind the other party.
The man in the black suit casually tossed the "treated nuclear waste" at Ogaki Hikari’s doorstep, smirking, "So, are you sure about paying Lord Profound Immortal twelve days of life?"
Ogaki Hikari gritted his teeth, nodded firmly, and said, "I’m sure! Please, where do I need to sign?"
The man in the suit said solemnly, "No contract needed, a verbal promise will do."
"At least for a year, we won’t co looking for you regarding this matter."
"But..."
"Whether you co back to us in the future, that’s not for certain."
After speaking, the man in the suit turned and left with two policen.
His last sentence carried a sowhat profound aning.
Ogaki Hikari didn’t take it to heart.
But for so reason, he always felt that after making the promise, sothing seed to be leaving his body.
Not power, endurance, energy, or physical energy, but sothing more mysterious and elusive.
His body wasn’t weak, yet Ogaki Hikari felt sowhat empty.
He decided to go out later to find a Western restaurant and have a big al to replenish himself.
"Did my twelve days of life really transfer to that guy Zhao Guanlan?"
Ogaki Hikari hesitantly looked at the mineral water bottle at the door, wanting to throw it into the public trash can, but he worried that the radiation during the process might lead to genetic mutations, causing him to give birth to deford children later.
After thinking for a long ti, Ogaki Hikari sighed, called the housekeeping center, and paid for a cleaner.
The housekeeping service was very fast, and since Ogaki Hikari’s bedroom wasn’t large, it was thoroughly cleaned in just two hours.
Before the cleaner left, Ogaki Hikari asked him to take away the "treated nuclear waste" at the door, but only received a disdainful look in return.
"You traded life to gain exemption from drinking nuclear waste, right?"
The cleaner’s face darkened and he sneered, "I’m just like you!"
"I’ve already seen two custors like you today."
"First ti is a verbal warning, second ti, we’ll put you on the permanent blacklist."
"Handling things emitting nuclear radiation isn’t within our service scope."
"If you have money, you can go find professionals."
"In this small place alone, six companies sprang up today, all with a unified price of 200,000 yen to process a bottle of waste. Clearly priced, fair for all."
"If you’re looking for those companies, you’ll probably have to wait a week."
Upon saying this, the cleaner seed to rember sothing, his expression softened a bit, and he handed a postcard to Ogaki Hikari: "I don’t mind making so extra money, but the price will be slightly higher."
"300,000 yen per bottle, and if there’s a leakage, the price will go up by 50%."
Even though Ogaki Hikari felt sick, he still accepted the cut: "Then hurry up and get rid of this thing!"
300,000 yen is about the average monthly salary of a regular white-collar worker in the Guanlan Country. As a sowhat successful manga artist, although it was painful for Ogaki Hikari to hand over this money, he could barely tolerate it.
"Pay up first."
The cleaner wasn’t one to leave without getting paid.
Ogaki Hikari felt annoyed, but needing the service, he had no choice but to pay first.
"Wait here."
The cleaner gave him a deep look, returned to the cleaning vehicle to put on dark green protective clothing, then picked up the mineral water bottle at the door and casually tossed it in the public trash can.
Clang!
Seeing this, Ogaki Hikari turned green in the face.
He lived in this neighborhood!
300,000 yen for this kind of service?
He took a deep breath to calm himself.
Endure for a mont, and the storm will pass; take a step back, and the sea will open up.
If the nuclear waste bottle isn’t at his doorstep, even if it’s dumped elsewhere to harm others, Ogaki Hikari didn’t care.
But...
Thinking about losing twelve days of his life each year made Ogaki Hikari’s face darken again.
He locked his door, forcing himself to keep working on his drafts.
But from where the trash can was, there was always an intermittent noise.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
"Enough!"
Ogaki Hikari opened the window, and couldn’t help but shout angrily: "Don’t you people ever stop?"
"Throwing trash around recklessly, how uncultured!"
Ugh...
The sound of vomiting ca from upstairs.
Foul-slling liquid fell on Ogaki Hikari’s head.
He quickly hunched his shoulders, but it was too late; he was thoroughly drenched, reeking of vomit.
As Ogaki Hikari’s mind raced, he quickly realized that it was so idiot resident upstairs who didn’t choose to pay with their life and drank the bottle of nuclear waste in front of the Inspector.
Afterwards, feeling uneasy, that person tried to vomit up the "treated nuclear waste" to get rid of it.
Vomiting into their own toilet wouldn’t do.
What if there was nuclear radiation?
So...
Open the window and just dump it downstairs. Done.
No need to spend extra money dealing with these things.
And Ogaki Hikari was the unlucky one drenched in that vomit.
Understanding all this, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty rage, he was ready to kill soone.
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