It had been half-an-hour, but Shiney was yet to finish eating the noodles. A waiter came to her table and asked her if she wanted a soft drink to go with the noodles.“I’ll have coke, if it’s stored in the glass bottle,” she said.“No, ma’am. We only have them in plastic bottles.”“Then, no thanks.”“What’s the difference?” the waiter couldn’t help but ask.“Everything. Be it freshness or the flavor, it’s way better when you store it in the glass bottle,” Shiney said. “Plastic bottles don’t retain the original flavor, and my tongue is sensitive, so I can easily taste the plastic that gets mixed into the drink.”“Okay, then please do eat quickly,” the waiter told her in a low voice, “because the manager is not happy because you’re eating very slowly even though you only ordered just one cheap item.”“Five dollars isn’t cheap,” Shiney blurted, “but I get it.” She got up from the chair and began to walk away, without eating the rest of the noodles. The waiter tried to stop her, but the m

Jim searched more than forty rooms, and he didn’t find anything valuable. It was as if nothing valuable was left behind for anybody to use.“These people managing the dungeon didn’t leave anything useful in these rooms with open doors,” Jim wasn’t frustrated by it because he was now able to better understand how these people running the dungeon operated. “If I want to get my hands on something useful, then I have to probably fight for it.”[I can’t tell you which room will help you, though.] Joe said.“Did I ask you for help?”[You didn’t, but I’m just saying.]“Say what you want, but I’m going to make you my servant by getting out of this dungeon,” Jim said. As he kept walking down the torch-lit corridor, a door opened. It was of room number AA1.The tall, muscular guy, Pyron, stepped out and slowly turned his head and looked at Jim. “To be roaming outside so casually… you think the dungeon staff is going to like it?” He pumped his gauntlet-worn fists, releasing sparks of electricity

After using the Bone-Breaking fist on Pyron, Jim realized something. He didn’t need to directly touch the person to land a blow on them. This was because he was sure that his fist didn’t properly connect to Pyron’s jaw. Yet, Pyron was sent flying back.Jim had to read the martial art book for clues again, and now, he understood some things he didn’t previously understand.“So, my body releases ‘vivre’ energy around my fist, like it’s a gauntlet of sorts,” Jim wondered. “I can’t see it, but the book says I’ll be able to feel it as I keep practicing it. What’s more the size of this energy gauntlet can be increased or decreased as per my wish? This is pretty handy as it will help conserve my energy and use it as per demand. If I can learn to reshape the energy, I can use it as different weapons, too. That will be pretty cool.“But what’s perplexing is that the book says that the energy can be accelerated in the presence of both the sun and the moon, which will help me gain new forms of e

The woman in pigtails quickly picked up the martial art book. “Ancient martial art?” her eyes lit up. “You have such a cool book? No wonder you were reluctant.” She quickly opened it. “Mm?” The first page was blank. She turned the page, only to see another blank age. She flipped a few more pages, but the result didn’t change. She randomly opened middle pages in the book, and they were blank pages, too. “What the hell?” she barked in frustration. “This book is empty!”“You asked for it,” Jim said. “Now, why don’t you keep your word, too?”She squinted her eyes. “Since this book is empty, you won’t mind if I tear it into pieces, right?”Jim’s expression turned cold. “Don’t cross the line, woman. I’ve already given you enough respect as a fellow human being. Don’t make me lose that little respect I still have for you.”For some reason, Jim’s words made her change her mind. She tossed the book back to him, making him feel a little relieved. “You can go now,” she said.“What? What about th

None of the watchers thought Jim would actually pay a visit to Pyron’s room. The surveillance staff immediately informed all the watchers as Jim neared the Pyron’s room.Many watchers stopped what they were doing and quickly logged into stream with channel number J7.“He barely managed to draw the match last time,” Nightmare_lily rebuked him. “Why is he in Pyron's room now? Does he have a death wish?”“Stop acting like you love him, bitch,” Lovelace said. “You just want him to grow so you can devour him later on. Everybody knows that.”“Shut your trap,” Nightmare_lily howled. “You’re worse than me because you enslave men in the name of love.”Fancy Fatty, on the other hand, was eating live baby rat soup, with his obese maid standing right behind him. “Fuck these bitches. They are always yelling on the channel recently because the moderator is on a break.” He muted the speakers and then observed Jim through the screen. “This bastard suffered a nasty shoulder injury not long ago. Even t