As I settled into my apartment in Lake City, the weight of my decision to abandon Union City lingered in the air. It was a necessary step on my path to becoming a demon lord, but it didn't make the solitude any easier to bear. Yet, in the quiet of my new surroundings, I found a sense of purpose and determination that drove me forward.
Turning my attention to the task at hand, I checked my level and the tally of souls I had amassed. The interface glowed softly, displaying the numbers that represented my progress and power. At level 52, I could feel the strength coursing through me, a testament to the battles I had fought and the challenges I had overcome.
But it was the count of souls that truly caught my eye. The number of monster souls far outnumbered the rest, a testament to the ferocity of my encounters and the foes I had bested. Humans souls, on the other hand, were scarce—a reflection of the difficulty in finding worthy adversaries among the denizens of the land.
As I took in the numbers, a sense of determination welled up within me. I had collected a total of 10,000 monster souls and a mere 500 human souls. It was a modest tally, but it represented progress nonetheless—a step closer to fulfilling the requirements of becoming a demon lord.
But I knew that there was still much work to be done. With each passing day, I would continue to hone my skills, seek out new challenges, and gather souls to add to my tally. The road ahead would be long and fraught with peril, but I was ready to face whatever obstacles stood in my way.
And as I looked out over the cityscape from my window, I felt a surge of determination wash over me. I would not rest until I had achieved my goal, until I had ascended to the ranks of legend and become a true demon lord.
As I went about my duties as a waiter, I couldn't help but notice the reactions of the girls around me. Some blushed furiously upon seeing me, while others seemed so overwhelmed that they actually fainted. It was a strange but somewhat amusing sight.
I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the thought.
Me:Well, I guess my charisma stat is pretty high
I mused to myself, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the attention I was receiving.
Despite the unexpected reactions, I carried out my job with a grin, weaving through the tables with ease and efficiency. Thanks to my looks, I found myself on the receiving end of a large amount of tips, much to my delight. It seemed that my appearance had its perks, and I wasn't about to complain.
As I cleared plates and refilled drinks, I couldn't help but notice the occasional slip of a phone number tucked discreetly beneath a napkin or slipped into my hand with a shy smile. It was flattering, to say the least, and I made sure to thank each person graciously before tucking the numbers away for later.
Despite the attention, I remained focused on my job, ensuring that each customer received top-notch service and a pleasant dining experience. After all, being a waiter wasn't just about looking good—it was about providing excellent service and making sure that everyone left happy.
As I went about my day, I never expected to find myself in the midst of a chaotic scene—a group of girls confessing their feelings to me all at once. It was a surreal moment, and I couldn't help but feel a blush creeping up my cheeks at the unexpected attention.
Girl 1:jason, we've all had feelings for you for so long
one of the girls began, her voice trembling with emotion.
Girl 2:We couldn't keep it to ourselves any longer.
Her confession was followed by a chorus of agreements from the other girls, each one vying for my attention and affection.
