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Chapter 144: Results x Response - A Surprise Visit!

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[[True Gallery Fake] activation's outcome: ...

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success]

You received Destiny Support Token

[Destiny Supporter Token]
World: Fantasy Realm
Quality: Purple
Effect: While carrying this item, there is a small chance that certain NPCs may decide to follow you into the Fantasy Realm and become your permanent followers after you finish a mission. You cannot control when this effect activates. This item only works on Purple-quality NPCs and below.
Note: May Destiny choose your next comrade. Non-tradable. Can only be used once.

"YES!" Alex screams in joy, unable to contain his excitement.

"Shut up! I'm watching this. Stop talking to yourself like an idiot," Menchi snaps, her tone half-annoyed, half-drunk.

I swear, what I wouldn't give to spank that ass for real. She so deserves it, Alex thinks, glaring at her. Menchi is still guzzling alcohol while watching a ridiculous cooking show on a weird cooking channel Alex doesn't even recognize.

Alex tries to join her but quickly grows bored. This is so fake and stupid. How can she, a damn Gourmet Hunter, not see through this crap with just one glance?

When the show's host, a 50-year-old budget Indiana Jones wannabe, attempts to scale a dangerous cliff to cook mushrooms growing there, Alex loses it.

"Didn't you see that cut? He didn't even climb the damn thing! How the hell did he get up there? I don't know, but it wasn't by climbing. This show is fake as hell! The food looks generic and boring too—it's trash. How can you even watch this?" Alex complains, throwing his hands up.

"SHUT UP!" Menchi yells back, clutching her drink. "I like this show! It's fun, entertaining, and I think the host is great. Give him another five or ten years, and he'll be a superstar!"

Alex stares at her in disbelief. "...You're an embarrassment to Gourmet Hunters. I'm going to bed!"

"You!!" Menchi growls, launching herself at Alex. She pins him down, her face only a few centimeters from his.

"Now I get it," she teases, smirking. "You're jealous, aren't you? Isn't that cute...? Sorry, but I'm usually not into young boys like you. Maybe I could've been a little more considerate."

"Young boys? I'm 28! You're the brat—you're nine years younger than me!" Alex retorts, glaring at her. "Do you have some old-man fetish or something? That host is over 50! Giving him five or ten more years? You're the worst. I wouldn't be surprised if people start calling you a gold digger when you marry an 80-year-old geezer."

"SHUT UP!" Menchi shouts, clearly embarrassed. "I like gentlemen! You're the opposite of that! You use cheap tricks, you play dirty, you scheme... you're crude, weapon-obsessed, and—"