Chapter 3. A target
"Sharon! Help me find a job!" I blurted out to my sister, who shot me an are-you-out-of-your-mind look.
"You think it's that easy, huh?" she asked, arms crossed.
"I mean... yeah, why not?"
"You're a man, idiot," she scoffed.
"All the more reason why I say making money is easy. As a man, I'm strong and more focused than a woman. Getting a job shouldn't be a problem."
She let out a sigh and shook her head. "I forgot you lost your memories. Listen, here dummy. Men are inferior in this world. Finding employment is nearly impossible for your gender. If you really want to make money, your only real option is to join the Hunters' Guild. But they only hire people ranked from D to S. However, most men are stuck at F or E rank. At best, you could work for a hunter-maybe as a laundry boy or something. But that would barely earn you five gold coins a month." She narrowed her eyes. "Tell me, with that kind of income, how do you expect to pay off a debt of five hundred gold coins?"
I went silent, my mind racing. Then it hit me. That dude from before-the one who sent me to this world-had said he'd enjoy watching me realize how wrong I was for saying women are weak. That bastard! I bet he's laughing at me right now.
But no matter. I'll find a way to turn this around. I'll show that damn god-or devil, whatever he is-that I'm far superior to women.
"So, uh... who do we owe all that money to, sis?" I asked.
"It's Mrs. Rembrandt. An A-rank hunter who owns a shop just around the corner. She said if we don't pay her back, Mom and I will become her slaves for life."
"That's insane! I can't let that happen!"