Chapter 128: Mental Exhaustion.
16:59
Dante’s attention was fixated on the digital clock plastered in the corner of his field of vision, and as soon as the numbers changed to 17:00, he began moving. First, he peeled the rubber glove off his hands, then he ripped the apron off his body.
[Ember: Your shift has ended. Good job!]
The notification appeared just as he turned toward the exit, but he simply swiped it away with a thought. Freedom was calling for him. He was finally going to leave the confines of that demon-infested hell, having survived the grueling nine hours of continuous torture for the third time.
Unfortunately, this world was cruel, and a humble dishwasher didn’t have the power to go against it.
Just as he reached the door, someone stepped forward and blocked his way. Short, fat, and bald. Dante didn’t believe in god, but looking at the man standing in front of him, he couldn’t help but rethink his belief.
Maybe god does exist after all, and if that’s truly the case, then he certainly despises this man, having nerfed him three times then added a big nose on top, as if to say it wasn’t enough.
"Where the hell do you think you’re going?" The short, fat goblin asked, his already ugly face twisting into an even uglier expression.
Seriously. Modern science should have made it impossible for someone to be this horrendous, but for some reason, this pale goblin still retained a face not even his mother could love.
The fat only made it worse. Dante liked to think he had nothing against big people, but after meeting two of the most despicable fatties in the world, he wasn’t so sure anymore.
’For fuck’s sake...’