"Haha! Do not underestimate my race's capability in taking hits; we have the same passive ability as giants; we are capable of recovering faster; and we are even able to regrow limbs. This type of mission is perfect for me; it can even help me work up a big appetite!" He grabs with his head raised high.
"Well, I will actually take the massage mission; as I have told you, I want to learn more about other races and their physical traits; this might be the fastest way that I can find without breaking any laws or angering them," Leon explains.
"Well, your suggestion to me has worked wonders; I think that this might truly be a mission suited for you without being involved in those crazy researchers." Aranold agrees with him.
There is actually a separate mission, or more accurately, multiple missions, regarding studying the beings of other races; the content ranges from mildly harmless to downright torture.
Both of them do not want to involve themselves in some crazy research, both for the sake of their safety and sanity.
"We should try to take our chosen missions for three days; we will conduct a study to determine if the missions that we have chosen truly suit us or not," Leon states while handing the mission to the student responsible for recording the missions.
The girl looks at his mission and feels disdain towards him. She smirks secretly but is not hiding it outright. He saw this and knows that there is some hidden information regarding his mission, but he does not care; he will complete it in order to obtain some information regarding some of the students in this academy.
Aranold was angry, but when he sees his friend stopping him and shaking his head, he can only forcefully stop himself and give a forced smile to the girl before giving her the mission that he had chosen.
"My mission states that I need to do a three-hour massage duty; what about yours?" he asks, seeing that his friend is giddy with excitement, raring to go and find out the difference between him and the top students.
"Each sparring session only takes up to ten minutes maximum; if the top students pass over this time limit, they need to pay a large amount of extra credit! There is no time limit in my duty; they only need to see if you are fit to spar." Aranold confidently explains.
"If that is the case, we will see each other at lunch; I want to spend the next few hours familiarising myself with my mission." Waving his hand goodbye, he went to his first client, a being known as an orc.
He hopes that they are the green orcs with whom he is familiar from the fantasy stories back in his former world; unfortunately, his hope was crushed after seeing the appearance of his client.
A giant, standing up to seven or eight feet tall, pigheaded with blobs of fat is waiting for him in the massage room. He is inwardly sick and wants to vomit.
He does not care if his client is fat or ugly, but a pig face is something that he is not a fan of. In his former world, pigs were one of the most disgusting creatures in the entire world.
In the next hour or so, he experiences one of the most disgusting activities of his entire life. The appearance of his client is already something that he is having a hard time enduring, but to think that she would shriek like a pig or even grunt like one, he cannot help but feel appalled.
If she acts like an intelligent being, he would not mind that much and just need to close his eyes. He imagines a woman with a rather large figure, but with the noises that she produces, he is unable to imagine any being other than a pig.
"Puny human man, you are the best masseur that I have; you are the only one that did not vomit nor look disgusted; you did not stop and managed to actually complete an entire session with me; you are good!" She slaps his buttocks and leaves.
Leon is now very pale, but it is much better than earlier. Fortunately, he managed to hear her speak; if not, he would have vomited earlier.
'F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! Remember Leon! This is for your future! This little bit of sacrifice will definitely help you in the long run! Take a deep breath! In! Out! In, out, in, out.' He is trying to recover as much as he can before the next client walks in.
"Have you completed your scan!?" He asks angrily. He knows that it is not the system's fault; it was only trying to help him, but he needs to vent at least.
[Affirmative! The next time, you no longer need to be the one personally physically interacting with her race; your clone is more than capable of doing the same action as long as you permit me to take control of him and you do not move your body.
"Done!" Without hesitation, he immediately agreed. Who the hell would refuse such a great suggestion? He might be unstable to move, but he does not need to experience an hour of torture similar to earlier once again.
"You have done a great job! As a human, I did not expect that you managed to pull through, considering what your race considered attractive." Suddenly, another voice appears inside the room.
He quickly leaps back in shock; he is already in combat mode, but seeing who it was, he heaves a sigh of relief; it was none other than the manager of the establishment.
"Greetings, head!" He bows. He knows that she is responsible for his earlier experience, but he cannot blame her as he knows that she was not personally targeting him.
"Rest for ten minutes; I will send the next client over," she says before disappearing. Seeing this, his expression becomes solemn.
'System, has she been observing me all of this time? 'He is nervous; if he summons his clone, he might be discovered.