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The elite in the Terra 1.5

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's POV:

The question echoed in my mind like a relentless drumbeat: Are people truly equal? It was a query that demanded introspection, pulling me into a labyrinth of contemplation. As I pondered, the tapestry of societal intricacies unfolded before me, revealing the stark realities of inequality woven into every facet of existence.

"Inequality," I murmured, tasting the word on my lips, its weight heavy as I delved deeper into the recesses of my thoughts. It was a pervasive force, stealthily lurking beneath the surface of every interaction, every decision made.

My mind drifted to the words of Martin Luther King Jr., resonating with newfound clarity: "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere." His wisdom reverberated through the corridors of my consciousness, a call to arms against the pervasive injustices that plagued our world.

As my thoughts wandered, I found myself drawn to the world outside, where the intricate dance of social hierarchy played out in vivid hues. In this realm, where individuals were defined by their unique abilities and backgrounds, true equality seemed as elusive as a fleeting dream. It was a landscape where privilege was bestowed from birth, and where the slightest misstep could send one hurtling to the depths of societal oblivion.

"Kiyotaka..."

The sound of my name snapped me back to reality, drawing my attention to the bustling environment around me. In the bustling cafe where I worked part-time, the hustle and bustle of customers blurred into a cacophony of voices and clinking dishes.

"Hey, Kiyotaka, are you even listening to me?"

The voice of my boss, Mr. Armani, jolted me from my reverie, reminding me of my responsibilities amidst the chaos of the cafe. His tone was impatient, yet tinged with an underlying urgency.

Ayanokouji: "Oh, my apologies, Mr. Armani. I was lost in my thoughts. Could you please repeat what you were saying?"

Armani: "I said, hurry up, boy. The line is growing, and we can't afford to keep our customers waiting. Get to the order board and start serving them. Time is money, kid."

Ayanokouji: "Understood, sir. I'll get right on it."

With a renewed sense of purpose, I navigated through the bustling crowd, my mind still grappling with the weighty question that lingered in the air. As I embarked on my duties, I couldn't shake the feeling that the quest for equality was not merely a philosophical debate but a tangible reality that permeated every aspect of my existence.

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Armani: "Phew... What an exhausting day, boy, but at least we made some good profit," remarked Mr. Armani, stretching his arm and cracking his back. He was right; typically, throngs of people, especially office workers, flock to our café in the morning for their fresh coffee and snacks. However, today was different - we worked tirelessly until nightfall. The afternoon saw a surge in customers, quickly depleting our stock of snacks and sweets. If my memory serves me right, I overheard some customers mentioning an idol concert nearby, which explained the unusually busy day.

Sighing heavily, I nodded in agreement.

Armani: "You need to rest as well, boy. You worked hard today."

Ayanokouji: "Thank you, Mr. Armani, but you're the one who handles most of the kitchen work. I'm sure you're more exhausted than I am."

Armani chuckled. "Ha ha, no need to be so modest, boy. But knowing you, I imagine this workload is just a drop in the ocean for you. Anyway, after today's chaos, we're running low on some ingredients and supplies."

"Is that so? Well, I could run to the nearby grocery store and pick up what we need," I suggested.

Armani: "Not necessary. Some of the ingredients for my recipes can't be found in ordinary stores. That's why I've already placed an online order, and Penguin Logistics will deliver them tomorrow. Once they arrive, you can stock them in the warehouse. But for now, you need to rest."

With that, Mr. Armani gave my shoulder a gentle pat before heading towards the exit.

"Understood. Have a good night, sir," I called after him.

Armani: "Alright, alright... Don't forget to turn off the lights and lock the door," he reminded me, waving as he left.

"Well, it looks like I'm alone again..."

I'm sure someone might wonder how I met and befriended Mr. Armani. Well, that's a story that goes back to the day I found myself inexplicably transported to this strange world.

* Flashback*

About two hours had passed since I arrived in this unfamiliar world. During this time, I wandered around the city, observing my surroundings with a mix of excitement and curiosity. The strange appearances of the people here reminded me of characters from the games my classmates used to play. Lost in thought, I noticed some passers-by casting curious glances in my direction before quickly returning to their own business.

As I continued walking, night descended, enveloping the city in darkness. Yet, the city lights illuminated the streets, painting the night with a vibrant glow.

Although that "man" couldn't bother me anymore, new challenges arose. I found myself without a place to stay for the night and no money for food. It was a harsh reality to face; I never imagined I would suddenly become homeless and penniless. I needed to take action.

Perhaps finding a job to support myself temporarily would be a solution. But then again, I realized I might need documents for employment, and being a stranger in this world could complicate matters. I hoped it wouldn't prove too troublesome.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING YOU'RE DOING!!"

Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted from a nearby dark alley. With no one else around, I cautiously approached, concealing myself behind a wall to see what was happening. I spotted five individuals, their tails and ears resembling those of wolves.

"We've told you once, old man! Hand over everything in your pockets, and maybe we'll let you off easy," one of the bandits demanded, menacingly.

The elderly man stood his ground, showing surprising resilience. "Even in my old age, I can take on a pack of pups like you."

"Hahaha, don't make us laugh, old man," another bandit scoffed.

I was torn between wanting to witness the confrontation and the risk of getting involved in something dangerous. However, my dilemma was interrupted by a loud *CRACK* as I accidentally stepped on a discarded can.

Oops... I accidentally stepped on a discarded can, alerting the thugs to my presence.

"Huh? Who's there? Show yourself!" one of the bandits barked, alerting them to my presence.

Sigh.. it will be bit problematic.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

A/N: Sorry cutting it from fight scene I am just in hurry that's why I dropped half baked chapter. If it's not a problem, you can give me your feedback and some suggestions. Right now I'm looking for some crossover ideas to make more chapters. If you have some ideas too feel free to say it. I will gladly read it

Thank you for reading!!