Moros ran like no man had run before. Okay, he had run like this before, but this time his mind was way more excited than filled with terror about what might happen to his 2 little friends in his pants.
Malissa was picked up and swept off her feet with ease. He completely ignored her nagging and the cold, brisk air as he yanked her off her feet to carry her towards school.
She was hugged tightly and carried towards the school…Moros was way too happy to pay attention to anything else.
The words of pure anger that left her mouth did not even enter Moros' ear; he was still day-dreaming about becoming a streamer and earning lots of money by doing literally the things he had been doing for ages.
Arriving at the door of his class had been done in next to no time, since Moros felt more motivation than ever before.
He ran through the wooden entrance door, Malissa on his shoulders ready to announce to the world that he was to be a streamer for Kinder.
Only to suddenly keep his mouth shut as the old teacher stared at the two of them with a look of absolute stupidity.
Without saying another word, Moros dropped Malissa onto her seat and placed his butt onto his chair. His dream of becoming a streamer could certainly wait for a few minutes as the teacher began to speak up again.
After not being to school for like 2 weeks, it would not have been a good choice to announce to everyone that he wanted to be a streamer.
Especially on the website where only women had found success. The idea that Moros, a male, would be able to make a living in this scenario was beyond stupid.
The teacher ignored everything Moros was doing and simply did what he was paid for. Teaching them about the history of Elysium was far more important to him than
As an expert at the subject of not caring in the slightest about topics if his brain was fully preoccupied, Moros might have looked like he was fully enjoying the lecture, but he was only present with his body.
His soul was already deep in visions and dreams about his streaming career, he calculated the prices he could charge, gathered ideas what he could do as a first stream.
Most important of all, from what he had gathered was the image, the type of streamer he was. All the women occupied different niches that catered to men in many different ways.
Some appealed to the desire of man to protect, others wanted to be dominated, some wanted to be teased, way too many wanted to lick feet…
Like a running gag of his life, he hardly seen or heard more from these people than he had ever liked to know. Moros certainly did not want to be a streamer, whose target audience was into his feet.
Such a concept was neither unique nor was it something that had a long future ahead of itself. One could only show these toes and feet a few times before people would have moved on.
No, without any gameplan he would just be gobbled up on that website and would be lost forever in its depths.
A banger concept was needed to gather people's interest from the get-go. He needed something that woman could not provide to men.
Though Moros had to admit, finding such a thing was easier said than done as his brain was thinking hard about it, without coming up with an answer.
The basic idea revolved around ensuring that any man would want to be in his shoes, but how could he be certain that most men would like his concept? Given their wide range of interests it was hard to unify them with just one subject.
The only common thing that they all had was a meat snake in their pants and that they were single for a long time, to be putting it nicely.
Meanwhile in the real world the teaching session had grown more intense with the passage of time.
Moros' teacher taught with a burning desire, talking about the city development of Elysium causing everyone to collectively lose their will to live. If not for Moros the last bastion of not knowing what was going on, the teacher would have stopped doing what he loved for ages.
His rate of speech increased, the complicated words increased, the teaching grew more and more weird with each passing second.
This man loved his job and would continue to do what he loved till all of them would hate him for it. If he, as a teacher, was meant to suffer here, he vowed to pay them back and take them down with him.
By the Gods and by his honour as a teacher, they all, except Moros, shall suffer as he had done back when he was a student. The chain of extreme boredom could never be broken…it sustained itself with the tears of the innocent students for generations to come.
Moros, however, still did not see, hear and feel any of the current situation going on the real plane of existence. His mind was still racing about developing a concept that people would love more.
He needed something that went beyond the most basic desire of thinking with their penis. The second head was a strong influence in the decision-making process of many, it was only wise to be working with him and not against them.
What did men all like? Man liked fantasies, they liked ideas they could live.
Moros' gaze travelled around, looking for inspiration on the outside. All he saw was suffering and eyes that begged for the sweet release of death.
If he wanted to find inspiration on the outside then he was currently in the wrong place and the wrong time. The tyranny of man ruled this place with its iron fist.
The people were taught about city building laws, IF THEY LIKED TO OR NOT.
Yet, Moros himself was special, he saw all of these faces in pain, suffering, craving death and just arrived at one conclusion─the people wanted to escape from their lives.
"They want to explore dungeons and fight monsters that no one has beat before."
This was the conclusion that Moros arrived at after thinking about it for a while. He did not need to appeal to them in a sophisticated way, the primitive urge to mess things up, to destroy and just be stupid was deeply ingrained in every man.
In his desire to find his unique role and identity as a streamer Moros had never realised that he just needed to be himself, nor was he realising it fully now, since this was not the first time he did have such a thought.
His mind just continued to question this choice, since he wanted to make as much money as possible.
Surely, there was a different concept that would make him more money than this.
In theory, such a thing must exist, he just needed to think again and again about it, till his brain had come up with it.
Yet, he always arrived at this conclusion.
And this conclusion meant that he could never tell anyone about his plans, other than Poppycock. If these men wanted to escape from their reality, they did a streamer, with a life worth living.
Moros was not a person with such a life. His life had been as boring as theirs just a few weeks back…but now?
By instinct Moros could tell the flying dollar and the wolf would lead him into a world full of chaos and deadly battles if only he asked. A wicked smile formed on his face, just thinking about it.
Money and battle, the teacher smiled at Moros and Moros smiled back…money and battle were truly his identity.
The teacher was still smiling at Moros and Moros smiled back.
Moros brain suddenly came to a crashing halt, why was the teacher smiling at him?
"The lesson has ended Moros, everyone already left 5 minutes ago…"
The teacher spoke nonchalantly without any hurry. His line of sight never breaking with Moros. Clearly staring at him without any concerns at what others might think.
Moros returned his piercing gaze and wondered why exactly the teacher kept on looking at him that intently. He did not remember doing anything wrong in particular…it was not like he had snored or fallen asleep during his lecture…
But the teacher just kept on staring, eyes entirely fixated on what Moros might be doing, giving Moros the creeps.
This was the first time he had seen this teacher and he could already tell something was deeply wrong with this man.
Finally, Moros looked at the man that stood before him with all of his attention, trying to grasp the intent of whoever might be standing in front of him.
"And you are the one that beat the Orc champion?" the laughter of the teacher bounced around the walls.
"Just a little word of caution my friend…it is in your best interest to not talk too much about this little thing…your name will not save you for a second time…Thank the Terra family that you are still alive…"
With a snap of his fingers, he disappeared into thin nothingness.
"I shall be watching you…"
As if he was caught in a daze, his eyes shot open again, he saw his normal teacher talking about something boring, with no passion in his voice ─ how it should be done.
But, who…was that guy from before?
Was this just a bad dream?
Moros did not know, but a terrible feeling lingered on his throat…as if it could be cut with just the wrong choice of words.
Something was wrong!