As the multiversal tournament of power draws to a close, all mortal life in Universe 6 is obliterated. Unexpectedly, Hit, its legendary millennium assassin, is pardoned and given a second chance at life. His soul is whisked away, bypassing the fabri...
A different type of wave greeted Hit as he made his way into the bustling establishment, this time a pleasant one. A cornucopia of lovely aromas soothed his senses and washed away the slimy feeling he got from his most recent stalker. Waitresses, dressed in frilly green and white uniforms, flittered between tables. Groups of people sat eating, playing games, and swapping tales.
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*Grrrr...* Hit's stomach grumbled.
The food he could see was not unfamiliar to him; it was nearly identical to the dishes in universe 7. Earth food was renowned as the tastiest in the universe; it had even managed to tame a god of destruction into more of a housecat. Hit's sustenance at the orphanage was not terrible, cosmically speaking; however, since most of the universe's inhabitants consumed insects and raw vegetation, that was not a compliment.
One of the waitresses approached Hit, a friendly smile on her face, and a serving board clutched to her chest. "Hello Sir! Welcome to the Hostess of fertility! Where would you like to sit tonight?" She tilted her head innocently.
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"Anywhere is fine". Hit was eager to finally take a load off. He had been traipsing around the countryside and Orario all day. A cold shiver slinked down Hit's spine at the woman's gaze, likely an aftershock of his recent stalker.
