Magic God: Techno-Dystopia

The Miracles of a God

After that, he helped her take her stall to the main road.

"Why don't you stay with me today? I'll work just half of the day today as I have some things to do outside, then you can come with me and see the place, I will guide you!" She requested him as they prepared her stall, she really likes his company moreover... those guys... they should be coming today to take the 'fee' nothing has happened so far, but she'd rather have him close.

The Magic God considered her words, he truly has nothing else to do aside from just studying that chip, apparently, everything in this world can be accessed through the 'internet' but in order to access the internet, one must have a chip and therefore, he can't extract information out of there unless it's relayed by someone else.

He refused to get his body dirty with any of those things.

"Okay, I'll accompany you, how about this? we can cook together..." He decided to spend the day with this lady and help her, perhaps some kind of interesting occurrence would take place today, who knows?

A God learns to believe in causality after living for so long, it's the law of fate in action.

"Huh, but... there aren't usually many customers if the two of us do it at the same time..." That would be wonderful, but four hands cooking for three dogs doesn't sound like something efficient.

"Don't worry... I'll fix that." He smiled and departed to one of the nearby shops, she wondered what he intended to do.

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"MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS..."

That's all Rachel could think of when she saw the massive queue... they are queuing to eat her food!

"Oh, this is delicious! another one, I want another one!"

"Yeah, let me have another, I'll pay double!"

...

'Just what is going on?'

"Grams, there is no time to space out... you have to attend all of these people!" Morpheus patted her shoulders as the woman spaced out, truthfully, it was impossible to believe that the shop that usually didn't see more than three or four customers daily... is now having a queue of twenty people!

!!!

Everything had started with a single soup.

Morpheus went to the shop to buy a lot of ingredients, then he came with them and asked her what dish she thought would be easy to prepare and extremely tasty... she said that a soup and therefore he told her to start cooking soups, the tastier she could.

In truth, her dishes are extremely tasty, he noticed this after having those five before, if the problem they have is that the food doesn't have 'fuel' then that's not a problem in the slightest.

So long as the food is tasty, humanity's primal side of gluttony has to be awakened.

Therefore, he had her prepare twenty bowls and paid for them himself... then he walked around the corner giving one to each vagrant with one condition, the god-forsaken men showed their gratitude but there was a condition to eat the food, they had to do so in front of the stall, and had to constantly yell like maniacs: 'Delicious, delicious!'

Everything would then fall on its own weight.

Regardless of the world and regardless of the time, business is still business.

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There was a moment that Rachel was tilting her head in bewilderment as she had twenty vagrants eating soup in front of her stall like mad dogs, she didn't understand how Morpheus thought this was going to work.

But it didn't take long before gazes started to spread this way, commotion...

Even as people didn't come at first, Morpheus kept preparing the soups.

Initially, people didn't come because they saw they were just beggars, but eventually, the first ones came asking for one of the infamous soups, Rachel... rejoiced and attended them while Morpheus kept preparing more free soups for vagrants around the corner, eventually, she ended up having thirty people to the front where twenty were vagrants and ten were actual customers.

But these were ten! this is the first... she has this many customers!

As the vagrant showed their appreciation to Morpheus, he even had to scare away some that dared to become aggressive and want more, but everything went well...

With every hour that passed the clients only increased until finally, twenty of them were just customers... every person that moved through the stalls when they saw that queue, couldn't help but want to have one of those soups themselves.

It's simple... as long as you have a good product, what's needed is to get attention... and it doesn't have to be authentic attention, as long as you can portray an 'illusion' it will give you the result that you want.

That's why as Morpheus kept humming and cooking, she just stood there rooted in her place, it's a miracle.

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As Rachel cooked with a happy expression, she didn't notice two fellows that approached from the distance... with guns.

"Oh? look at the grandma, she's doing well! perhaps we can take double the 'fee' now!"

"Hey, grandma! long time no see! you're doing well aren't you!!"

!!!!

The warm seas that Rachel felt she was dwelling through immediately turned into a nightmare when she heard that voice.

'It's them!'

Morpheus noticed this disturbance in the force.

"Keep cooking, Rachel."

"Morpheus! d-don't... I will just give them the money, it's the fee for the spot of the stall..."

" A fee? are the authorities?" If they're a public authority then it's okay, but they look more like shameless crooks than that.

"No... they're the gangsters of the barnet district, the red blood gang... don't worry, I'll just give them the money and they will leave." She insisted as the clients seemed to get a glimpse of trouble and wanted to go away.

The God naturally couldn't allow this to happen.

"No need, I'll deal with it, keep cooking..." He took out his apron and gave it to her, leaving the stall and walking to the approaching duo.

"Who is this pretty boy? huh!? I didn't know you had such a fetish grand-! HMN!!"

!!!

His mouth was shut, literally.

They weren't even allowed to talk, Morpheus wouldn't allow any disrespect to her, he didn't notice how in the queue for the food, there was a silver-haired beauty together with some of her friends, all wearing school uniforms, looking at him attentively.

He took the two men by their shoulders under Rachel's concerned gaze, even then as he said, she didn't stop cooking.

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When he came back he came back by himself, smiling like always.

The queue had decreased a lot but they were still coming, apparently, the food is delicious.

"S-Sweatheart, what happened to them?" She tried to ask kindly as right now he looked more than a wicked demon than the cute boy she knew.

"Oh? they went on holidays, don't worry... they won't bother you anymore." He took his apron and started working, yes, they're going on holidays to his wife's realm.

Or his ex-wife... her realm is not here anyway... you got the gist of it.

...

Morpheus served the next soup and gave it to a beautiful silver-haired girl with purple eyes.

"..."

"..."

The two of them looked at one another with a slight shock.

For some good few seconds, no movements took place between the two even as Rachel and the girl's friends noticed the slight moment.

"Morpheus?" The granny called him when she noticed he was like spacing out.

"Hana?" The beauty's friends also called for her.

"..." (Morpheus, Hana)

He gave her the soup and she accepted it, before starting to eat it, her gaze remained on him at all times, he too then started cooking with his gaze locked on hers.

"..."

"..."

No words were conveyed but for the two parties, the atmosphere felt awkward.

He and Rachel gave the soups to the rest of the friends who after paying, left on their own way, but even as they departed the silver-haired beauty still sent him a last glance.

"Do you know her, Morpheus?"

"... No, but I think I have seen her somewhere..." He quickly moved on from the encounter, it wasn't important.

"I think she's that famous singer that has become a trend lately, Hana... was it? her uniform looks like Sarah's... they might study in the same school, a different department. How come she doesn't have people all over her? she's famous after all..."

"Indeed..." He didn't pay much attention to it, his gaze was fixed on those purple eyes, they looked a little... familiar.

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By the end of the day, Rachel who took the stall together with Morpheus could hardly believe it, she had done three hundred pounds in a single day... just with soup.

It had no doubt been his miracle.

"Here, have some Morpheus..."

"W-What are you talking about, grams? I'm staying in your house free after all, leave it... but today I'd like to get my room... I need to study something." He wanted to study that chip today.

"Sure! I'll prepare it for you!" Finally, he requested something for god's sake!

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Like usual deep within the night, he helped her take the stall back home, and then when they arrived they noticed a bike parked outside, it looked rather futuristic.

There was also a lot of noise coming from inside the house.

'Please not...' Rachel held her forehead, already feeling the embarrassment, how much she wanted that Morpheous could arrive at the house without any inconvenience.

The God furrowed his brows but continued as if everything was normal.

He placed the stall to the side, took a reluctant Rachel by her hands and took her in the house, she's already feeling embarrassed already, and nothing has happened yet.

When they entered the house what invaded their nostrils was the scent of drugs and weed.

The house was a mess, dirty all over.

Two individuals sat inside the house smoking from some kind of weird device.

"Oh, look who is here..."

"..." His eyes immediately glared at her, Sarah Brooks.

Beside her was another young man, dressed in some kind of weird funk clothes, smoking too.

"Yer the bastard that hit my girlfriend, bitch...?" The man stood up and took out a knife upon noticing the 'target'.

"Rachel, go in your room..."

"Morpheus... Sarah! stop him! be obedient for once!" She didn't want this, she didn't want Morpheus involved so much in her troubles, not because it 'didn't concern him' but rather, because she felt too ashamed for the young man that has done so much for her already.

For this girl to be this horrible, where has she erred?

"Grandma, go in your room... this doesn't concern you, it's between him and me." Sarah's gaze became poisonous, truthfully she didn't want her grandma involved in this.

With both parties agreeing on that, Rachel could do nothing except walk inside her room.