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Chapter 9 - Bar Night (Part III)

"That young lady is correct. I didn't notice the enchantments before, but now I can clearly see an enchantment symbol," a member of the onlookers confirmed the validity of the woman's claims.

Melina's complexion turned notably pale upon hearing the woman's words. Evidently, she was the one responsible for accidentally spilling the drink. It seemed that the quietest among them was also the clumsiest.

"A million may indeed be excessive for you commoners. Instead of paying it outright, I propose an alternative arrangement. Become my servants, and I will clear your debt," the woman proposed, her condescending tone making it clear that serving her was the last thing any of the seven wanted to do.

"What if we refuse?" Stacey displayed remarkable courage in defending her friend.

"Fufufu, I'm not compelling you to serve me. Nevertheless, individuals unable to settle their debts may find their living conditions considerably less secure," the woman responded, issuing a subtle threat. Notably, no one in the bar intervened to lend assistance. This scenario exemplified the harsh reality that those with power could exploit those without it.

This was the stark reality of the world—a place where individuals with power and influence could easily subjugate those beneath them.

"I'll make this proposition equitable. If all seven of you agree to become my servants, I'll gladly absolve your debt, provided you serve me for a year. For each person who declines, an additional year will be added," the woman outlined her offer. From a monetary perspective, this arrangement would grant them an income surpassing what most people could hope to earn ($142,857 per year).

Reality could be harsh, and even among friends, accepting servitude under someone else was a daunting prospect.

As I observed the group, it was evident that some were unwilling to embrace such a fate. Regardless of how close they might be as friends, the idea of surrendering a whole year of their lives to servitude didn't appear to be a worthwhile trade-off for most.

Melina seemed to be wrestling with her emotions the most. She bore responsibility for causing this predicament, and whether her friends accepted the proposal or abandoned her, she was likely to feel miserable.

"How does my proposition strike you? I consider myself rather generous, all things considered," the woman remarked, genuinely offering a relatively fair arrangement. Nevertheless, none of those involved desired to find themselves in this situation.

"How much time do we have to repay the debt?" Chris, who was Melina's boyfriend, inquired.

"Within a year. If you fail to meet that deadline, don't hold me responsible for my actions," the woman responded sternly.

"I'll need just one week to settle it," Chris declared with confidence. I wasn't aware of how he planned to do it, but it was commendable that he was taking steps to assist his girlfriend in repaying the one-million-dollar debt.

The girls, who either weren't in relationships or were trapped in unsatisfactory ones, couldn't help but feel envious of Melina. It was natural to feel jealousy when witnessing a man wholeheartedly commit to paying off his girlfriend's debt.

"Very well, I'll await your payment. However, should you fail to meet the deadline within a week, you should be prepared for the repercussions," the woman warned ominously as she departed.

Part of me was disappointed that she departed without exerting further pressure on the group of seven. I had hoped she would make them feel even more compelled to make a decision.

Rather than rejoining the group, I texted Janette, explaining that I had other pressing matters to attend to. This action earned me additional points, which was a welcome outcome.

Moreover, considering the substantial debt they owed, I doubted my presence would be of much help. They may have even forgotten about me amid their current predicament.

Armed with the information I had gathered from the old man, it was time to make my way to the pawn shop. While the gambling den had crossed my mind, it was a riskier option that could land me in trouble.

As I exited the bar, I noticed the girl who had her drink spilled on her. She had managed to change her clothes, and when our eyes met, she inquired, "Did you witness the spectacle back there?" Curiosity lingered in her question as she wondered why I was gazing at her.

"Yes, it was quite entertaining, I must admit."

"Entertaining? That's an intriguing perspective. If you don't mind sharing, what did you find entertaining about it?" She wore a knowing smile, curious to hear which aspect of the spectacle had amused me.

"I found it rather amusing when you had those seven individuals in a bind," I replied, making an exception to my usual habit of not revealing my thoughts.

"Does finding amusement in someone else's misfortune entertain you?" Her question carried a note of curiosity.

"Would you admonish me if I said yes?" I responded with a touch of humor, fully aware that she couldn't take any action against me at this point.

"Would you like me to?" Her tone took on a suggestive edge as she continued the conversation.

"I'm not particularly interested," I replied.

Our conversation was intriguing, but my priority lay elsewhere. My primary objective was to become involved with the Rangers and find a means of earning income.

"I'm growing fond of you. How would you like to work for me?" Before I could make my exit, the woman in front of me extended a job offer.

"I sense a connection between us, a sort of kindred spirit. Instead of dismissing it, why not give a trial run a shot? If you find that the job isn't suitable for you by tomorrow, you can quit, and I'll compensate you for your time," she proposed, offering a rather enticing deal.

There was little reason for me to decline such an offer. I wondered how Janette would react when she found out I was working for someone who had just disrupted their night.

"Sure."

"Give me your contact information, and I'll provide you with all the details later." After I shared my contact information with her, we parted ways for the evening.

The second day had provided me with a week's worth of experiences. It was something I would have never encountered before in my previous life.

Even with my improved stamina slowly returning, I barely had enough energy left to keep my eyes open. Using my last remaining strength, I took a shower and dried my hair before heading to bed.