The Innkeeper

Skipping had done it again. He’d overslept - by way too much. Ironically, his excessive desire to sleep, relax and be lazy was exactly what got him caught up in the mess that led him to Obsidian.

All he wanted to do was take a break after being hunted down. Why did the system need to be so annoying about things? What he wouldn’t give to get rid of the annoying system which kept blackmailing him and making him work.

Then again, it was because of the system that he became a wealthy businessman who didn’t need to work a job, so it wasn’t all bad.

He would get into what to appreciate or despise later on. For now, he needed to figure out how to resolve the issue. Fortunately, he had over 23 hours to figure this out. Unfortunately, he most certainly did not have 300 system items in storage, nor would he be able to get some from the daily draw.

All hope was not lost, however, for he had a single draw for today that he could use. Besides that, well...

Skipping did not lose hope - at least not until he did that final draw, and received a permanent moustache marker. Any moustaches he drew with that marker would stay on permanently.

Of course, this was an item meant for mortals, so an immortal would obviously be able to remove the moustache. The permanent was more an indicator of the fact that it couldn’t be washed off with water, and would require more effort to remove.

Such an item, while perfect to sell, was not going to help him in his current predicament. At that point, Skipping finally lost all hope and threw himself back into his bed. But with the knowledge of his impending punishment, it was hard to fall asleep.

"Ugh, why is life so hard?" Skipping asked as he rolled off the bed and checked the timer. He had only 20 hours left. He just lay on the bed for a while. How could so many hours have passed by?