The fluorescent light buzzed overhead. Marcus was wearing a dark-blue uniform with a barely stitched-on name tag behind the counter at Copenhagen Gear Supply. He was quietly ringing up a pompous C-Rank Hunter off his enchanted boots.
Two more hours and my shift would finally end, he whispered.
"You're really living the dream, huh, Marcus? Slaying barcodes. Truly fearsome," Anomaly said, dripping with sarcasm. He has been requesting a dungeon raid, but Marcus declined it, explaining they need proper paperwork, identification, rank and party to start raiding the dungeon in Berlin.
Marcus was too broke to care of his request. Marcus gritted his teeth.
"Not now. Please," he said calmly.
"Aw come on, Aly. This is hilarious. Look at him, warrior of shadows, breaker of system…and offeri
