Chapter 398: A Tan
[Roger’s POV]
(Nearby human world, the beach.)
"Would you like a drink, sir?" a waitress asked, carrying a tray of cold beverages and even a few snacks.
Roger smiled and, without saying a word, took one of the cold beverages and drank it. Before the waitress could walk away, he took another, then another.
Eventually, he had drunk all the drinks on the entire tray and even ate the food, making the waitress stare at him with a disapproving look.
"Thank you for the meal," Roger said plainly, looking away.
"You..." The waitress sighed, rubbing her temples in frustration. "It’s not my first time encountering an entitled old man. I hope you can’t get it up for the missus, bastard."
With those words, she walked away, pouting.
However, Roger couldn’t care less about the beings of this planet. After all, they were unfortunate enough to be in the midst of a cataclysmic explosion.
Though I wonder... Is he really going to survive? Roger pondered. I did say he had a chance, but the chance is very minuscule... Probably a 1 in 10,000 chance he survives.
He was always like this. Even his previous disciples had died because he was too harsh on them, but how could he not be?
His master had quite literally made him harden his body by tanning in a supernova. And that was exactly what he was making Aster do, just on a severely lesser scale.