Defeated Moros fell to his knees. He had lost it now, the reason to live. What purpose was there to his existence if he was incapable of fighting Ballas and generating more funds for his family?
Without knowing what to do, he simply stood up, threw himself beneath the shower and then jumped onto his bed.
He had school in the morning, he had to be there. But he wondered, what do people exactly do at school? What are they learning?
In his mind, he concocted the wildest theories to distract himself from the emptiness of his heart. So that the broken heart, over his broken finances, may heal some distant day.
Without any interruptions, he woke up the next day. Befuddled he checked the time, it was 5 am─3 hours before school would begin.
He chose to quickly get dressed and make his plans for the day.
"What do normal people do at this time?" he talked loudly to himself, totally unaware of how life was for normal people.
His stomach rumbled, giving him the next clue how life was for these people…but where do these people get their food from? He always got his packed by his childhood friend as a repayment for covering her antics or questionable fashion choices.
So, how does one get food here? While thinking about how to obtain thoughts, like a normal person would.
He grabbed the bikini top and shorts of his food supplier and carefully washed the…at least he tried, she surely would not mind having a few big holes in the middle of her bikini top, right?
As for the bottom half, she surely did not mind him cutting away most of it, since it already had holes inside of it. And, if he couldn't save the top, he at least made it so that the shorts would look normal.
After congratulating himself on a job well done, he put the "fixed" outfit into his pockets. Afterwards, he came to realize that Malissa once talked about getting his food from the market.
Thus Moros moved to the only marketplace he knew, the black market.
Finding something to eat can't be that hard, right? They might be criminals but a man gotta eat.
The air was fresh as he walked out of his door. Not many people walked around and Moros stared at those that did, wondering what these normal people were up to. They certainly did not look like the type that still had to go to school.
These strange people reacted nervously after Moros kept watching them. If they walked quicker then Moros sped up too. He wanted to experience what it meant being normal.
He was confused by the people he chased after, why did they react the way they did?
Moros pondered on it for a few seconds, but the rumbling stomach informed him yet again to finally enter the "Rizzmatas" and gather that delicious food, like a normal human being would.
Maybe Poppycock still had some of that delicious hoecake left?
But since he certainly could not arrive there empty-handed, Moros decided to check the drug addicts, the corpses and all the other parties that could not defend themselves and procured some necessary funds to buy food with.
Most of them, if they were awake, tried to mumble something to Moros, but amidst the slurred speech and their drug-infused talk, he simply chose to ignore their rambling.
Finder's keepers as it went.
After hiding beneath a corner and using a "borrowed" mantle he arrived at a shack, that had "'Food" crudely written onto it.
Following the call of his stomach, he boldly approached the not so nice looking place and loudly spoke to the shopkeeper, that he would like to see some food, as fast as possible.
Yet, the man was blind and Moros did not see the problem in what he just said.
It was not hard to see why the two of them instantaneously could not see eye to eye. However, after Moros casually flung the "found" monster cores his way, that ill-will was blown away.
He decided to give his dearest customer the Old-Patty-Mac-fatty sandwich. The shopkeeper would neither spit in it nor put too much poison in it.
Only the finest steroids, matched with top-notch anabolics, seasoned with Titan's blood, the extract of an abyssal lotus and many other rare ingredients that kill the user and send them to taste heaven…before killing them for real.
Everything was served in a fine-crusted bread and a juicy meat patty.
Seeing the mother of all suicidal sandwiches, Moros swallowed all his saliva and gobbled down on it, as if there was no tomorrow.
Every bite was purest bliss, making him wish that this moment would never end. At this very moment, he swore to come here to eat it on the daily.
Because this food; it was to die for.
The shopkeeper threw him a pitiful glance, the young lad must have lived a tough life, to desire the suicide sandwich as his last meal on Elysium. But, that is what he cooked for, the best experience in life should be the one moments before their death.
Yet, as the burger was devoured whole and the patron asked for another…he began to question himself…
His burger had never failed to send a customer to the afterlife…what made this one so special?
At first, he blamed it on his old age. He could have mistaken the ingredients for it. So when the customer asked for the second one, the blind man smelled every ingredient to ensure he absolutely would not repeat that mistake for a second time.
But, yet again the customer proved to be factually immortal or at least his cooking was not good enough to kill the man.
Not wanting to accept this reality, he threw Old Man Jenkins, the oldest, most famous drug user of the place, a free round.
The result: Old Man Jenkins was not the oldest, most famous drug user of this place.
Moros did not know about the purpose of this place, he merely enjoyed the juicy meat, making his stomach feel all funny and prickly.
After looking at the clock he noticed that it was already 6:30 and he decided to go to Malissa early. After all, that is what normal people would do, instead of sprinting to her place because one's testicles were at stake.
Unhurriedly, he thanked the blind man for his exquisite culinary skills and vowed to come here every day.
Which, to the cook, was a challenge.
Their battle would indeed be legendary, but Moros would never know what kind of archnemesis he had made on this day…
Walking out of the Rizzmatas, he slandered across the streets, watching the people pass on by, talking about this and that and a naked madwoman running around from time to time.
Moros wondered if he had become a trendsetter?
He paid little to no attention to any speculation as to who that might be, since everything boiled down to hearsay anyway.
Arriving at the villa where Malissa lived at, he noticed her from afar…hiding behind a tree and putting on a variety of different outfits. She did not seem the type to believe in the concept of underwear and so Moros saw more than he bargained for.
As an esteemed gentleman, he did what every man would do in such a situation.
He calmly approached her without saying a word, being as silent as he could ever be, before throwing her now clean clothes right back into her face.
"I HAVE FORGOTTEN TO RETURN THESE," he calmly yelled at her, scaring her that she was willing to throw down in an instant.
Only realising that it was her childhood friend, which caused her to shriek as if she had seen ghosts or her mother exercising a demon whenever she entered a toilet.
"What are you doing here so early?" she asked angrily, clearly not happy having been caught in the act by Moros.
"These bastards closed my dungeon, I really gotta live a normal life now, for a while at least," Moros explained as he gave a middle finger to the sky.
"I never knew what you common people had, I have missed out on so much."
His eyes shined brightly as he thought about all the fun things he had experienced so far, in turn Malissa only grew more confused if her best friend had not suffered from serious brain trauma.
With a big sigh, she began to don her newly returned outfit…
The damage had been done and she swore to get back at him no matter the cost.
Her new outfit was prompty swapped with another black bikini top and another pair of hot pants. She did not want to hurt his feelings, he meant well, but she also did not want to walk around with her private parts chilling outside in the winter.
She knew that people did not care about her current outfit, though she was sure they would care about it more if she wore Moros modification.
School, as Moros would see, was going to be really, really, really interesting.