Chapter 2:
Although they had been in this other world for a month, the fact that Murphy’s cheat system still hadn’t fully decompressed was a bit embarrassing. However, Murphy felt quite good about himself.
He felt that this might be some kind of damned “test”!
For example, allowing him to adapt to the feeling of being an “otherworlder” for a month before obtaining the cheat abilities to change his fate, so he wouldn’t rapidly reveal his true nature and become a “superhero” like Avengers after suddenly gaining transcendent powers.
Of course, perhaps all of the above were just his own delusions, or perhaps the real reason was simply that he was too weak.
“I’m back.”
Murphy carried the food into the main house, and as soon as he opened the door, he was hit by an overwhelming smell of alcohol.
Following the smell, he could see a long-haired drunkard curled up on a dilapidated sofa, with various empty bottles strewn around her feet, still clutching a half-empty bottle in her hand.
The tarnished mechanical clock on the wall ticked away with a crackling sound, and a few crimson ladies’ robes were draped over the broken balcony. Aside from the annoying speckles of mischievous sunlight, a soft, rhythmic snoring echoed through this ancient house.
The clean blanket on the sofa had been depressed into a human shape, and a long-haired, drunken lady lay on it in a very unbecoming posture, snoring loudly, occasionally scratching her slender waist with her finger.