Chapter 2 - [New Mission] 2

Beep! Beep! Beep! The alarm sounded.

"Huh...?" I muttered sleepily. I looked at the alarm clock and noticed that I'm 30 minutes late for work. Was I really that tired? I hurriedly got ready and got to the studio as fast as I can, but there's only so much you can do when you're 35 minutes late and your workplace is 20 minutes away.

I wonder what I'm going to walk into. I decided to check the mission before I enter. For some reason, just thinking that I want to see it is enough to activate the panel. Well, it's certainly more convenient than having to yell "OPEN!"

[Knock your boss' teeth out]

Time limit: 2:13:50:23

Reward: ???

Failure Penalty: ???

As soon as I walked in, I was intercepted by an angry Sato who looked like he had been possessed by the devil. 

"WHY ARE YOU SO LATE!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. I had no response. It's not as if I could tell him "Oh! A blue panel appeared in front of me late yesterday and I couldn't sleep because I was too bothered by it," so I just accepted the yelling silently. 

"I'll let it slide since it's the first time something like this happens. But if you're ever late like this again, it wont go down so easy." 

I was beyond angry, but i just sucked it up and went to my seat. Now it was no longer a matter of what I have to do, I WANT to punch that bastard in the face. But how could I when he overwhelms me in every single physical aspect? Whatever. I'll just have to sneak a hit in, and what happens happens.

I walked up to my boss' office and knocked on the door. "Come in, Haruto." 

My heart was beating so fast i thought I'd pass out. What if it doesn't work? What happens then? 

"Yes, Haruto?" That bastard spoke. I gathered all my strength in my fist and swung at his face. Did it work? It doesn't look like he spat anything out tho.. Moreover, he's not even bleeding.. Oh shit.

He slowly got up from the ground and yelled, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU BASTARD?!??!" 

I just braced myself, but even that wasn't enough to tank his hits. The pain was unreal. I felt myself passing out. Was this really the end of the road for me? A stupid decision I made because of a stupid panel? Because I couldn't control myself? What if the panel was simply imaginary? Did I seriously lose everything simply over some stupid imagination??

I regret everything.