Fantasy Realm [One Piece] [Harry Potter] [Naruto] - [Progression] [LitRPG]

Chapter 96: Hunter x Exam - This Location is the Bomb!

A/N:

Starting this chapter:

Alex's thoughts are now in CURSIVE

ONLY spoken dialogue is in "quotation marks"

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As Alex aims his gun at the door, he's startled when an elderly woman shuffles into the room. She moves slowly toward the bed, taking a full five seconds before she even notices Alex pointing his weapon at her.

"Oh, great. Another junkie, high as a kite, thinking they're in some kind of weird delusion. Will you stop this nonsense and leave already? Why the hell are you aiming that toy at me, huh? Did you mistake it for a real gun? Trying to fool me? You should lay off the drugs—look where it's gotten you."

After a careful look at her, Alex lowers his gun and asks, "Why did you come into my room?"

"Are you dense, young man? It's 10 AM; that means you need to leave! Either pay up for another night or get out!"

"It's only 9:30," Alex counters, glancing at the time on the alarm clock.

"Well, no need to be so precise! Does half an hour really matter? Do this old lady a favor and get out already. I have an early appointment today—a date with this sweet, wealthy man who runs the local bar. Why do you care? I've got to finish my rounds faster than usual, so scoot!" the old woman snaps.

Alex grins. "YOU get out. NOW!" he says with a wide smile but in a firm tone.

"Manners are dead with your generation..." she mutters, offended. "It's a damn shame—no respect for elders! I'll be back in 30... no, 29 minutes!" With a sigh, she huffs and leaves the room.

"..." Alex is speechless. Well, that was something, he thinks, shaking his head.

He glances at the clock and decides to take one last quick shower. Afterward, he tosses his used towel into the wet shower and grabs the two fresh towels. I didn't pack enough towels for this mission, so I might as well take these. Maybe that cranky old lady will get blamed for the missing towels, he thinks with a childish grin, plotting his small revenge.

As he leaves the room, though, he feels a twinge of guilt. Am I really stealing towels just to get back at some grumpy old lady working late into her life? What am I doing? I need to get my priorities straight, he tells himself.

Alex heads down to the reception desk and approaches yet another grumpy elderly person, this time a man. "Excuse me, sir, can you tell me where I can find this location?" he asks, holding up the card but not letting go of it.

"I don't care! I'm not getting paid to be your travel advisor!" the man grunts back at Alex, his tone dripping with disdain.

Tempted to threaten him, Alex instead decides to reason with the guy, feeling an odd sense of confidence from [Commander Shepard's Dog Tag]. "Sir, can't you help a poor guy out? I'm on my last leg here, and this is really important to me... Please help me!" he pleads, channeling all his charm with Basic Eloquence lvl 3 and seeing a faint blue flash in his eyes.