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

Chapter 147: Proposal x Interview - Honor? Can I Eat That?

Alex wakes up and glances at his [Destiny Watch], thinking, eight hours until the fight. I'm starting to get nervous. I've always been the type to freak out before a big test and then end up delivering average results. I guess I'd be happy with just an average win today!

He heads to the main room of his suite, immediately catching the scent of Menchi's cooking wafting through the air. Unlike traditional breakfasts with eggs, toast, or simple foods, Menchi always prepares full-fledged dishes.

"Good morning! Smells awesome as always," Alex says as he enters.

"Today, I'm going all out. Eat well so you'll be ready for your big fight tonight," Menchi replies, carefully carrying several dishes to the dining table.

Alex sits down, impressed. He sees soup, several vegetable dishes, and a variety of meat—no bread at all. Smiling to himself, he thinks, As usual, Menchi's not into carbs. I guess Keto is the way to go, even in Hunter x Hunter.

As Alex hastily digs into the meal, he says with a big smile, "Seriously, Menchi, I want to eat your food every day. I'll never get tired of it. Having you as my master is such a luxury—you're the best."

"You... why..." Menchi stammers, her face suddenly turning red. To Alex's surprise, she blushes deeply and quickly runs out of the room.

What the fuck? Alex pauses mid-bite, confused. Ah... I guess that could be slightly misunderstood in some cultures. I better clear that up later, he decides, realizing he might have unintentionally sounded like he was proposing.

After finishing the meal, Alex cleans up the small mess Menchi made while cooking. It's a small price to pay for such a wonderful breakfast, he thinks, feeling grateful.

Suddenly, his phone rings. He glances at the screen—it's Sua.

Alex picks up, answering casually, "Hey, Sua. What's up? Want to cheer me on for my big fight?"

"Nope," Sua replies bluntly. "I still think you picked the wrong Floor Master to challenge. If you'd been a bit more patient, you could've gone for a weaker one. Even now, I'm still offering you a chance to throw the fight 10-0. I could have billions riding on you losing with just a call. With five major mafia families involved, I can guarantee you 500 million just for cooperating. No risk, no downside," Sua suggests, his tone calm but persuasive.

"Sorry, Sua," Alex responds decisively. "I need the title, and I need it now. Money's useless to me."

Sua sighs but doesn't push further. Instead, he shifts topics. "Alright, fine, but I've got another favor to ask. Despite my fake 'lowly job' as an elevator attendant, I've got a lot of connections. One of my betting partners offered me a hefty sum to convince you to do an interview with one of his sugar babies.

"He wants to promote her—turn her into one of the big-name fighting commentators and analysts. You know how huge the fighting industry is. There are millions of jobs tied to it, and Heavens Arena is at the center of it all. This could be a solid opportunity for her. Can you do me this favor?"

Alex listens carefully, but he can't help but think, Why do I feel like this favor's going to be trouble?

"I've always turned down interviews—I don't need the attention," Alex says, sighing. "But if it's that important to you... why not. I won't make a huge show of it, though. And I might want to talk about something that's not strictly related to fighting."

"Seriously? You've declined everything I've ever offered you before!" Sua exclaims, genuinely surprised. "Not that I care why. Alright, here's the plan: I'll prepare a space for the interview, and you show up in five hours. A big interview just a few hours before the main event. We can live stream it. My friend will be thrilled—that's a huge scoop."