We see Emisyl trying to open a jar.

Frustrated as he looks, the pickles seem floating oddly and delicious.

"This God forbidden pickle jar just won't open!" he says.

"Hng!"

"Hng!"

"Open you mother-" suddenly he was interrupted by a mysterious light.

He looks at it and sees figure of a man in a suit and an "ok hand" sign by his right hand.

"Struggling again? Emi-boy?" he asks.

"Shut up Mr. Jarkoff, I'm hungry!" Emisyl seems to be really mad.

"You must unlock your inner potential" Mr Jarkoff suggests.

"The inner power"

"The energies" he adds as his voice echoes.

"Also , I found a job for you" Mr Jarkoff ends.

"Stupid fucking pickles!" he tosses it on the air.

Mr Jarkoff looks at where is it going.

(Whoosh) a blonde girl got hit.

"Ow!" she drops.

"My face" she tries to touch.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch" it totally hurt.

Emisyl and Mr. Jarkoff then proceeds to approach this woman.

"Hey, are you alright?" Emisyl asks.

"Yes, can you do it again?" the girl replied.

"What a horrible ques-" before she finishes her statement, Emisyl already picked up the bottle of pickles and then he speaks.

"Ok sure, here" he starts to point the bottle.

"No stop! I was just kidding. It hurts" the girl says.

"Oh no..." Mr. Jarkoff looks nervous.

"What's the matter?" Emisyl asks Mr. Jarkoff.

"Matter is anything that takes up space and can be weighed. In other words, matter has volume and mass. There are many different substances, or types of matter, in the universe" Mr. Jarkoff answers while holding his phone.

"Wow, never knew you were smart" Emisyl replied.

"No, I got it from Goolgo search results" Mr. Jarkoff replied.

"Anyways, you just hit a very rich woman" he adds then runs away.

"Talk to me about the job later!" says Mr. Jarkoff says as his voice disappears in the air.

"What!?" Emisyl was surprised.

Emisyl finds the girl really cute and he sees her green underwear and proceeds to touch her leg.

The girl punched his face, mounts him and proceeds to touch his leg as well.

"Do you like being touched" she says.

"You stupid man, my face still hurts" she adds.

Suddenly, uniformed men appears from the back.

"We found Ms. Minven"

"Ms. Minven located, right over here" they seem to be agents.

"God wish that were me" one of the agents say as he sees Emisyl being mounted.

"Hello, #7 what did you just say?" one of the agents ask.

"Oh..." the agent noticed what he is talking about.

"Oh my God" the other agent says.

"Anyways we need to remove Ms. Minven from this situation. His father will be mad" the agent says.

"I'll pull her back. Some of you, take care of the guy" the other agent says.

"Roger that" they all agreed.

Minven starts to get pulled away from Emisyl and the jar of pickles fall from the ground.

The agent noticed that Ms. Minven's cheeks were wounded.

"Ms. Minven got an extreme wound by the cheek. Check this over" says one of the agents.

"I think its fatal" he adds.

"Shut up! It's not" Ms. Minven was mad about the exaggeration.

Ms. Minven then starts to command.

"Give me a set of buck" she says.

The agent nods then passes a set of money to her over.

Ms. Minven proceeds to toss the money right on Emisyl's face.

"Ouch" Emisyl calmly responds.

"Now stop opening stupid jar of pickles and buy real food. I don't wanna see you tossing everything around anymore" she says.

"Yes. Ma'am" Emisyl kneels.

"Good. Now lick my feet, you loser" Ms. Minven says.

An agent interrupts.

"Please Madam, let me handle that instead" he says.

"You bunch of weirdos" Ms. Minven looks and says.

"Nevermind about that. I'll take my leave and hope to not see you again" she says then leaves.

Suddenly, he came into realization as the events end.

"Goddamn it, old man" he blames Jarkoff for leaving him alone.

"Oh man, I need to get my ass worked up. What should I do" Emisyl speaks to himself as he looks at the money.

He realized that he needs more of it and he is unemployed.

He looks around for signs.

"Looking for Astrologist" sign says.

"Nope. Can't do that" he says.

He then looks for another sign.

"Looking for date. I'm a cute girl"

"Welp, that could work" he responds on himself as he slowly walks.

As he walks closer he notices something.

"today. Please date me" he reads as there's a muscular girl image right next to the sign.

"Give me a break" he says as he walks away.

He then looks around more and found more signs.

"Looking for quantum physics expert"

"Looking for myself, crying face"

"Looking for pole dancer"

Emisyl then figures out that there could be one that fits him.

"Wait"

"Looking for pole dancer? That could work"

Emisyl then decides to enter the bar.

He immediately saw a big man who he recognized.

"Oh hey!" he greets immediately and comes closer to the big man.

"What are you doing here Master Blait? Aren't you a blacksmith" he adds.

The man then drags Emisyl in the corner immediately.

"Woah, woah man calm down" says Emisyl.

Blait then holds Emisyl against the wall by his shoulders and whispers.

"This is my sideline. My blacksmith business is going downhill" says

Blait.

"Ohh..." Emisyl reacts.

"Why are you here anyways?" Blait asks.

"I saw a sign. Haha" Emisyl speaks with a fake laugh.

"Pole dancer?" Blait asks.

Emisyl looks away then speaks.

"Yeah..." he says.

"That's why schools are created, you gotta have education my man.

Now you're here trying to become a pole dancer" says Blait.

"Its a skill though, like dancing on stick. Oh cmon man" says Emisyl.

"Yeah, sure" Blait sarcastically responds.

"Can you help me mate?" Emisyl asks.

"Well apparently, I own this bar so uh... I could" Blait responds.

"Alright" Emisyl looked happy.

"Gay night is on saturdays so... bring yourself tommorow night" says Blait.

"Gotcha" Emisyl shakes hand with Blait then slowly walks away.

As he walks away, Blait shouts.

"Don't forget to improve your dancing skills buddy" he says then

he laughs at the distance.

Emisyl gave a thumbs up as he fake smiles.

When Emisyl walked out of the bar he saw an odd man with an helmet that belonged from medieval Europe and a long beard that fits perfectly in the kung-fu master stereotype.

Though standing still, it looks like the old man was waiting for someone as he looks at Emisyl's direction.

Suddenly, he speaks.

"You are the chosen one" he says.

"Hey?" Emisyl responded with a questioning tone as he scratch the back of his head.

"Finally, I found you" he followed up.

"Ah yeah, great and thanks" Emisyl appreciates and follows up with a chuckle.

Suddenly, another young man walks close to the old man.

He seem to be 16 years old.

"Hello" says the kid.

The old man seemed to sound so happy as the boy goes closer.

"Ah, you're finally back, that's faster as expected. What happend?" said the old man.

He wasn't talking to Emisyl all along

"Yeah, I know. Thanks for this cool sword that you gave me before" says the kid as he

whips out and swings his sword.

Emisyl was just there staring awkwardly as the two talks.

(Did this dude just gave a deadly weapon to this kid? Maybe I should call the cops) Emisyl decides for his next decision.

But then, he decided to listen on the pair out of curiosity without giving a look.

He acts as if he's staring at the sky as he rests by the nearby wall.

The kid then gives an odd looking material to the old man.

"This is the first fragment, it was hard fought but I did it" says the

boy.

"Oh, this is supposed to be the last one. How did you get it?" says the

Old man.

"Well, Nana. The guardian seemed to like me so she gave it for

free" says the kid.

"So, you didn't use the sword?" Nana follows up with a question.

"Yes, I didn't" says the kid.

The old man then starts to blush as he points his finger on his lips.

He then holds the boy's hand.

"This old man gay" says Emisyl on his head.

"I doubt you didn't do anything" says Nana.

"Well... I actually did something" says the kid.

"Yeah. I know what they did" says Emisyl on his head as he gives a bored look.

Nana then noticed Emisyl eavesdropping.

"Why are you here? This is none of your business" says Nana

as he faces on Emisyl.

"Yeah its none of my business but I can call the cops" says Emisyl.

"For what?" Nana asks.

"For grooming. Simply" says Emisyl.

"I didn't do anything" says Nana.

Emisyl then looks at Nana's hands.

Nana immediately removes them.

"Ok, just stay there" says Nana.

"Anyways" Nana adds as he goes back talking to the boy.

"What did you do?" Nana asks.

"I *bleep* the Guard" says the boy with absolute confidence.

"Oh my..." says Nana as he blushes.

"How old are you?" Emisyl asks the boy.

"I'm 27" says the boy.

Everyone got surprised.

"For real? what the" Emisyl reacts.

The boy then gives his ID card.

Emisyl then reads the ID card.

"Murasyl Candles hmm... 19xx"

"He's really 27"

"What!? Ok give me that" says Nana.

He immediately takes it out of Emisyl's hand.

"Oh..." says Nana as he is focused on reading the ID card.

"Don't worry, he's legal" says Emisyl.

The old man then faces on Emisyl and talks.

"Then you can now go away" says Nana.

"Nah, I'll listen" says Emisyl.

"Why?" says Nana.

"Coz' I can" he responds.

Nana then pauses and looks at the boy and almost started to speak.

Suddenly, he felt somewhat violent and looks at Emisyl and speaks.

"What if I-" Nana got interrupted.

Emisyl shows his abs and flexes his muscles despite looking skinny

because of his shirt.

Nana then goes back talking to the boy.

"Ok so, you did something to uh... the guard" Nana says then blushes.

He then stops blushing then adds.

"You have 9 more left" says Nana.

"Where can I find the next one?" says Murasyl.

"At the Temple of Tempest. Just at the far right of this town" says Nana.

"Temple of tempest? that's dangerous" says Emisyl.

"Don't worry, I trained him" says Nana.

"But there's a predator roaming that place. The Crypt Brawler" Emisyl responds.

"My neighbor was killed by it" he adds.

"Don't worry, he's trained" Nana insists.

"Alright"

Emisyl then pats Murasyl's head.

"Good luck buddy"

"Thanks" Murasyl appreciates.

"I'll be leaving now, I had fun with you guys" says Emisyl as he walks away.

Murasyl then waves a goodbye to the Old man.

As Emisyl walks away, he looks back at the old man.

It suddenly vanished as it leaves particles.

"Odd" says Emisyl.

"Suddenly, we're doing magical shit in the era of technology" he adds as he picks

up his phone and looked at his social media.

"Oh boy, My profile picture got 600 likes. Sick abs there Emy" he praises himself.

Finally, Emisyl reaches home.

He looks at home and sees photo of his family.

He wipes the photo and looks around at his house.

"Oh you're still alive" a voice echoes.

It was his father going down the stairs.

"Just cleaned the frame" says Emisyl.

"Come eat, son" says his father as he holds Emisyl's shoulders.

He then took him to the living room.

He witnessed his mother and little sister eating already.

Emisyl then ate with the family and they talked about if he already found a job.

"I did" says Emisyl.

"Congratulations!" says his mother.

"Grats bro!" says his little sister.

"Thanks" he replied.

After they're done eating, Emisyl goes to sleep and

hope for the best by tommorow.