[DING!]
[Second mission complete]
[Reward: Bronze Box]
Luck waited for the box to appear. This time, he wasn't about to fall for the same trick.
He leaned against a corner, keeping his back to the wall and the box on a blind spot angle.
'Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me,' he muttered with a smirk, proud of himself for staying a step ahead.
He lifted the lid.
Nothing happened. One second. Two.
By the third, he leaned in to check—
FLASH!
Another burst of blinding light hit his face.
"Mother...F..." he hissed under his breath.. This time, he didn't give it the reaction it wanted.
He took it like a real man.
When the light faded, he felt a bit dizzy, and his eyes stung.
'Note to self—flash triggers when I look straight at it. Whoever designed this is a damn psycho.'
Rubbing his sore eyes, he blinked past the haze and caught sight of a worn, leather-bound logbook resting on the floor.
'What's the special effect of this book?' he said, flipping through the pages. 'It's a reward—so it has to do something useful.'
Logically, earning those 200 EC was much harder than just naming the place. So this item better be more useful than his laptop.es.
Just as he started to wonder if it was really just a normal logbook, a notification popped up.
[Record of Heaven's Path.]
[This book can copy one random skill from any person who signed in it. At first, it will only copy basic skills, and the result will be random.]
[As the host upgrades the book , it will unlock access to more advanced abilities—even godlike ones.]
"Now we're talking. This is what a cheat system should be!"
He couldn't help but grin after reading the effect. This meant he could grow stronger without limits.
Since the previous employee was a Greater Dragon, he figured the customers he would deal with wouldn't be ordinary.
"Maybe cleaning this place up isn't such a bad idea after all. See, system? This is how you motivate me—offer a carrot first, don't just keep hitting me with a stick."
[Third Mission: Clean up this place]
[Your reward or penalty depends on how well you clean.]
"Reward or penalty?"
He broke into a cold sweat. Why did it feel like the system hated it whenever he was happy?
Wasn't this motel supposed to help him? Or was that never the case?
'Don't tell me this place hates my grandfather secretly and is taking it out on me. What the hell, Grandpa? What did you do to make a damn inanimate object this furious?'
He shook his head, trying to push the questions away. Focus on the mission.
But after checking the utility rooms and every closet he could find, a frustrating discover hit him.
There was nothing.
Not even a single broom.
'Of course. Why would it make things easy for me?' He let out a dry chuckle.
'Next thing I know, I'll be mopping the floor with my damn tongue.'
Luck stood there, hands on his hips, staring at the dust-covered floor and the cobwebbed corners.
'How am I supposed to clean anything without tools?"
He remembered the store.
Without wasting a second, he quickly opened the laptop and clicked on the icon.
He got a bit excited as he scrolled through the options, but his shock quickly turned to frustration.
The prices were absurd. A regular broom cost 5 E-coin, and the higher-end items ranged from 10 EC to a whopping 100 EC.
And the cheapest cleaning detergent? 10 EC.
"10 E-Coins for detergent? Does it kill 100% of germs?" he grumbled, taking a jab at every commercial that bragged about 99.99% results.
Then he scrolled down and saw a vacuum cleaner priced at 500 E-Coins.
"Who came up with these prices—a politician?" he muttered, eyebrows twitching.
As ridiculous as it sounded, buying from the store seemed like his only option if he wanted to clean the place.
Fortunately, selling that Soul Stone gave him some cash to work with.
He scrolled through the list and picked out the cheapest mop and a basic window wiper. He added a bucket, a bottle of all-purpose cleaner, and a pair of rubber gloves to his cart.
'This better be one hell of a cleaning supply,'
With a click, he bought all the items and waited, unsure how the delivery worked in this strange motel.
ding!
A doorbell rang from outside—a sound so out of place in the rundown motel it caught him completely off guard.
As far as he knew, the place didn't even have one.
Curious, he walked to the entrance and opened the door.
There, sitting on the doorstep, was a bundle of items wrapped in black bubble wrap..
He bent down, grabbed the packages, and tore off wrapping.
Inside was the broom he ordered, along with a couple of other basic cleaning supplies.
'At least the delivery is efficient,'
Luck brought the items inside, still shaking his head at the absurdity of it all.
The broom looked completely ordinary, just a plain wooden handle with stiff bristles.
Testing it, he half expected it to magically dissolve all the dirt on the floor.
"No way…" He stared in disbelief. It was just a normal broom.
He could buy one like it for five bucks outside. Maybe three if he haggled enough.