《F Ranked: World Domination with the Weakest System》Chapter 92: Road Trip (1)
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Night rolled over and the next day began before I realized it. I woke up from bed to an unpleasant message.
Surprisingly, it was the first time I had slept this late, and the message must have been the world's way of punishing me.
[Luke Reese: We're about to leave. Senior Rin is wandering around]
[Luke Reese: Everyone is done with greeting their few friends who remained. Now we're just waiting for Senior Rin to stop walking around,]
[Luke Reese: Are you not going to come?]
[Luke Reese: Please help Kristina if she ever needs it]
What an annoying man.
I ignored the messages and stepped out of the bed. My eyes were heavy and my hair felt weird.
{Oh, you're up?}
"God, now even you are awake before me. How shameful."
{H-how rude, host. I was just being kind by letting you sleep}
I scoffed at the system's window while fixing my sheets and the duvet. What could it have done to wake me up in the first place? With that done, I moved into the bathroom and freshened up.
I slept late to pack things up.
But it wasn't all that late. I used to stay up even longer as a child. Did kids truly have more energy than grown-ups? Or maybe it was because I lost the habit.
"I should look for some criminals in Agriche City."
{You want to fight an army? Just go to one of the war zones}
Right, only a damn army would manage to commit crimes in Agriche City with the Academy right behind it and forces of the entire world helping the place out.
I took a bath and pushed my hair back on my head. With a towel wrapped around my waist, I stepped out and passed by a mirror. My feet came to a sudden stop.
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A step back. And then in front of the mirror again. I grazed my hair and pulled them all back as the tips of the black locks touched my shoulders. My cheeks had sunk in a little and there was a hint of tiredness under my eyes.
"I look less cute than before."
{Really? It's all the same to me}
"Can you even notice someone's looks if they aren't a woman?"
{Nope! ୧( ˵ ° ~ ° ˵ )୨}
What was this guy so proud of?
I ignored the system and walked up to my closet. I had already prepared a few sets of clothes to wear today. After some deliberation, I checked the weather in Suicea.
Cold, huh?
In the end, I settled on a cerulean turtleneck, a grayish-black hoodie, and a white cap. I went with black trousers to fit with the hoodie and put on a pair of white sneakers, one of the only two pairs of shoes I had brought from back home.
The sun was overhead already. We were set to leave in the afternoon.
"Looking good?"
{Um, I look better}
"Please, I am well aware that I can bring even Mr. World down a peg."
{Why ask anything in the first place then?}
I bantered with the system and picked up my luggage. I made sure to pack up any devices and books to avoid dust, I went over and put up a small cloth on top of my antique wooden globe, giving it a quick spin in the process. After turning off all the lights and fans and then pushing down the MCB in my room, I stepped out of the gate and closed it up.
The bag of luggage slung over my shoulders and I went down the stairs—
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"—Oh right, the windows."
I rushed back to my room and placed my watch against it. The door opened up with a clang as I turned the knob. Sure enough, I had forgotten to close the windows.
I checked over the other things once again. Switches, papers, the taps.
Maybe after coming to Agriche, I did get a bit less cute. The stress must have gotten to me before I noticed it.
"Haah," I sighed and closed the doors again.
"I hope I can relax on this trip."
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