Global Events Newspaper.
As usual, Ryan, a corporate slave at the newspaper, took the new submissions to his desk and organized them.
He had to open each unremarkable submission and drink triple-strength coffee to finish reading them.
"Oh, that won't do. Who cares if your vegetable garden has purple tomatoes?"
“This is the Global News, not the Global Agriculture News, you bastard.”
"This is interesting, but it won't work."
Your neighbor is having an affair with your wife...
Yes, I suggest you consult the Church of the Dark God; they've reportedly expanded into this area of business recently.
Why did you submit your work to us...?
Then, I read through several more submissions until I saw a letter from someone named 'Miss Secret'.
Not long ago, this 'mysterious lady' made a name for herself in the industry with a submission about a big shot.
Ryan, a corporate slave at the newspaper, quickly tore open the envelope, read it in three lines at a glance, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Big news! This is absolutely big news!
He stood up and ran to the president's office, shouting, "President!!!"
The middle-aged, balding company president in the office is grooming his long-haired, fat cat.
This roar startled the fat cat in the president's arms, causing it to leap a meter high.
The editor-in-chief of the Global Newspaper clutched his chest in fright.
"You, you better have some big news, or you'll be cleaning cat poop for me for a month!"
Ryan excitedly ran up to the president and handed him the letter.
After reading three lines at a glance, the president's face showed the exact same shocked expression as Ryan's.
But soon, the president's shock turned into seriousness.
"This cannot be sent."
Ryan: "???"
The club president scooped the chubby cat, who had just finished its mischief, back into his arms, gently squeezing its pink little paws, and said:
"This is different from last time. We don't have any reliable evidence. What if it's fake? Can we withstand the wrath of the mages?"
Ryan left the office feeling extremely resentful.
Then he had a brilliant idea.
That day, he left work early, put on a black cloak, and went to the city's black market.
The biggest characteristic of the black market is that it can satisfy all your 'illegal needs'.
Ryan walked into a shop on the black market with practiced ease.
"Boss, I need to go to a dangerous place to scout. Do you have anything here...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the boss slammed a bottle of strange potion onto the table with a thud.
"The potion that makes you invisible is not a magic potion, nor a witch's potion, but an alchemical potion."
Don't ask me what alchemical potions are, damn it, I don't know either.
"40 gold coins, no bargaining, take it or leave it." The shopkeeper said in one breath, without even glancing at the customer in front of him.
Ryan: "…………"
Ryan really wanted to swear.
His weekly salary was only 17 gold, 88 silver, and 0 bronze. Even if he didn't eat or drink and slept on the floor at the newspaper office for a year, his annual salary would only be 900 gold.
This bottle of medicine costs half his salary?
Why not just rob it?
Oh, because they're already robbing it.
Ryan walked out of the black market shop angrily, but he was truly unwilling to accept it.
If he obtains crucial evidence, he can add his name to the end of the press release.
If the newspaper sells well, he might even become famous overnight and get a promotion and a raise.
At the very least, he could be promoted to editor-in-chief, or even deputy director.
So, Ryan, the gambler, hurried home and took out a bag of gold coins he had saved for his wedding from under the floorboards of his rented apartment.
I counted out 40 with a heavy heart.
This was all the savings he had accumulated from three years of work.
With the money in his pocket, Ryan returned to the black market.
In his six years of life, this was the first time he had spent so much money, and he threw down his money bag with a "duang".
"Give me another bottle of that potion!"
The shopkeeper took out some medicine, "This medicine..."
Ryan played a trick. After getting the medicine, he uncorked the bottle and chugged it down right there.
Boss: "...It's for external use only."
Ryan: "..."
Ryan exclaimed in horror, "Will I die if I drink it?!"
The boss sneered, "You're not the first 'smart' fool. Don't worry, you won't die."
After saying that, the boss picked up the newspaper again, too lazy to pay him any more attention.
Ryan stood nervously in the store. Soon, the potion he drank took effect, and his body began to disappear little by little.
But embarrassingly, the clothes were still there.
Ryan asked, completely bewildered, "How...how am I supposed to sneak into...that dangerous place?"
The shopkeeper turned a page of the newspaper. "Can't you take your clothes off?"
Ryan: "..."
For the front page headlines, for a promotion and a raise!
He decided to temporarily seal away humanity's sense of shame.
...
Ryan finally climbed to the entrance of Elemental Paradise.
I have to say, this potion is simply amazing!
As he passed through the towering mage tower, his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.
Since there was only one entrance to Elemental Paradise, Ryan gripped the memory stone tightly and had no choice but to climb in through the main entrance.
Overcome with excitement, he quickened his crawling pace, and then his face pressed against something warm and smelly.
"Aww!"
"ah!"
Both voices stopped simultaneously.
Putting himself in her shoes, Ryan quickly realized, "Damn! This guy's a colleague!"
As a result, both sides developed a competitive spirit and simultaneously increased their crawling speed.
Then……
"Forehead!"
"Hmm!"
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