A few seconds of absolute stillness elapsed, until a long and hearty laugh filled the dungeon.
Moros emerged from the rubble of debris without any problems. His plan had never failed. He might not know, why the kids of rich bastards liked to have him thrown into a wall so much…but hey, the guards paid him upfront, since they asked for this "extra special".
Who was Moros to not help these people, when they were willing to show so much sincerity?
Sincerity meant more monster stones.
Dusting off the remnants of wall fragments on his shoulders, Moros stared at the payment left behind with a deep sense of satisfaction─a gaze filled with pride, like a father looking at their kid.
Just that this child did not scream, and was actually not born because Daddy and Mommy drank a bit too much alcohol.
Moros shuddered at the thought of his origin story. The mere image he had in mind, disturbed him more than enough already.
No, to him this money was very precious. He already could envision their future together; this was his darling, his baby girl.
He saw them eating a romantic candlelight dinner, running away together, living far in the woods, he saw them having their own home, their own little family in this cruel world. He saw himself leaving it for another pile of even bigger money the moment he got the chance to do so.
Its best years had been spent already, he could not always think or live with this. He needed change, more change than the little things it could bring to the table.
Moros' daydreaming was cut short by an angry call from a certain best friend, whose underwear he had yet to wash…
Realisation hit him like said friend if he did not move his ass to her place to walk to school with. This was not a threat, but a promise, he knew that much.
"You might not know it, dear Moros darling, but it is -25 degrees outside and a certain someone still has my clothes…if you do not want a certain naked lady to visit your home and turn your balls into a pretzel you better be here in 10 minutes."
At this moment in time, Moros learned a life lesson. Money was not always the highest priority, namely if the alternative was an angry childhood friend folding your most precious possession like an origami crane.
In the far distance, 10000 male magicians suddenly held their package tightly, a primal fear had just overcome them.
In seconds, a plan of attack was generated to preserve and save his manhood.
The time frame of 10 minutes did not allow for any luxuries, such as taking a shower, cleaning her clothes, or switching the famous Terra working outfit. Covered in the stench of monster blood, he needed to run to her place.
A sprint to the kitchen, his t-shirt from yesterday was grabbed in a hurry. Male brain said: "Sweat's fine, me likey, she likey".
Logical brain was ignored, safety of testicles a higher survival priority.
The aspect of the t-shirt potentially not covering her entire body was also ignored. Same for the realisation that Malissa might have more clothing at home, like any normal human being had, aside from the man with his balls in jeopardy.
On instinct alone, Moros darted out of the door of his run-down home. Leaving everything unlocked, not caring about the dungeon, the huge pile of money that was still lying on the floor.
He just ran as fast as he could. His survival was at stake here.
In what can only be described as the most fearful moment of his young life, Moros reached speeds he could have never dreamed of achieving.
Yet, with the passing of time, more and more fear resurfaced as the distance he had to cover seemed to grow bigger and bigger.
Mercilessly the cold wind assaulted his face, his entire body.
The image of a blonde demon hovering over his shoulders, breathing into his neck─promising to turn him into an eunuch.
5 minutes left, his breath grew heavy, but his mind refused to give in.
4 minutes left, the body wanted to stop, his mind pushed on.
3 minutes left, the taste of blood entered the mouth, the mind did not care.
2 minutes left, the heart was about to explode, the mind was empty.
1 minute left, the devil was in sight, the devil seemed angry.
0 minutes left, the devil wearing another black bikini top and hotpants was put into a shirt, and thrown over the shoulder. Saved were the private parts from their fate…however, another ill fate awaited them.
The school was soon to start…Moros and the Devil incarnate here needed to be there, otherwise their parents would be informed of the situation.
Moros looked at his best friend, who was currently busy insulting Moros so much that the young lad would have cried…had he known even half the words she was bombarding him with.
Making his caveman ancestors proud, he carried his "hunted beast", the one threatening to make him feed his own junk, over his shoulders and continued to sprint at full force.
Out of breath, panting and sweating, he arrived at the gate of the school. Putting Malissa down he nodded at her, completely ignoring everything she said.
He waddled into his class, walked past all of his fellow students, and took to his seat. His eyes looked all around, seeing everyone suffer from the smell he had brought into the classroom.
With the deepest of smiles, he let his head fall onto the table before him, falling asleep in a matter of seconds.
School time was always the best time for Moros. It was only here that he got the best sleep an overworked youth could ever ask for.
Once teachers and students alike had tried to keep Moros awake at all costs. They even made bets, who could wake him from his deep sleep.
In the end, no one won. Moros simply slept through all their attempts to wake him up.
Since that day, nobody would even bother to try and wake him up, unless absolutely necessary.
But, after yet another night shift not even an earthquake would suffice to wake him up.
Nothing could stand in his way now, between him and his sleep.
Maybe money or a certain pissed off childhood friend that had just arrived in the classroom with a shirt that reeked of his sweat and monster, his t-shirt. At this point, Moros survival instinct should have kicked in, but it was far too late…
…danger was approaching.
The lady with malicious intent came closer to the sleeping, endangered 16-year-old and began to whisper another threat into his ears. Her voice was not loud, nor was it particularly angry.
But Moros' eyes shot open and an unparalleled chill overcame him.
"Good morning, Moros," Malissa said with a sadistic smile on her face. She clearly enjoyed the situation.
"You did not forget to do your assignment, right?" the sweet voice caused Moros to sweat bullets.
On his conquest to be the richest there ever was, he had sadly forgotten all about the assignment. From the deepest parts of his memories, faint details came up.
"How could THE great Moros Terra forget about something so important, after all, he was a fine, upstanding gentleman forcing a young, innocent maiden to show her bedroom outfit the whole word."
A chain of curses escaped his mouth, as he realized how truly, truly, truly fucked he was. He was super-mega-ultra levels of screwed. And there was nothing he could do about it.
Malissa enjoyed every second of his torment. Seeing him suffering made it just worth it for her to sneak out of the house early, and hide from everyone else just so she could be her best friend a bit longer.
Moros simply prayed that his teacher would forget about everything, or that he might have fallen sick.
That hope was utterly destroyed as the teacher walked through the door, with his eyes filled with hatred. Moros knew, he remembered…
The older gentleman dressed like he ate unruly children for a living, with his military suit, came to take his seat. In an instant, everything and everyone just went silent. A palpable sense of fear was visible in everyone's eyes.
Mallisa for once made sure to sit up right, despite still wearing the t-shirt drenched in monster blood. It is known that one should never get onto the bad site of Mr. Morrison.
A war veteran, who had seen things and would make one see things were one to not do as they were told.
Seeing the wide awake, panic-stricken eyes of Moros, a big, knowing smile formed on his old face.
"Moros, my dear descendant of the Terra clan. Why don't we start with you…present to the class what is most important in your life."
…Moros gulped, maybe it was indeed time to flee the country and take on another identity…