Moros reflected on his dream from before, and a terrible realisation struck him, he could not even remember the face of the teacher. It was as if his memories and all its details had been wiped clean.
As such there was only one conclusion left to take, another weirdo had joined his followers. Next to the flying dollar bill and wolf with a family obsession there now was a teacher, who liked to threaten him.
Moros knew he had next to no luck with women given the way he looked and his social standing, but he sure was a magnet for gods and other weirdos.
If only these things paid rent; he would make a killing.
Sinking back into his chair, he stared at the ceiling wondering just what the guy wanted from him. After a few heavy breaths and even more blabbering teachers he simply chose to give up.
The more Moros had thought about it, the less relevant the whole situation became. The threat not to tell anyone about the immortal goblin thing he thought was not exactly a threat, since he had none to talk to in the first place.
In this mind, he was already starting his first stream and showered in money and requests. The day of school was just an event that needed to wait out.
He made a happy expression from time to time, the mere thought of his business endeavour causing him to smile brightly.
Moros wrote the numbers down onto a piece of paper that stood before him and the numbers he was were accepted with a nod of satisfaction. The numbers looked huge and fulfilling─something that would make all this trouble totally worth it.
The people around him did not pay any attention to him as this was just like any other normal day where Moros was doing what he wanted as per usual.
Sometimes he laughed, sometimes he looked like he was deep in thought and other times it did seem like he was thinking not at all. This went on for the entire day and everyone had already gotten used to his antics.
So, the day passed Moros was busy daydreaming of what would happen next in the day. The lessons went by without any other interferences and Moros thought about how he should approach his streaming career, again.
The plan became clearer and clearer as the hours passed and once the school bell rang, Moros was the first one to be out of his class for once.
His body stood up without a second thought, the legs carrying him as fast as they could outside of the door. His steady step casually dodging every potential human that stood in his line of travel.
He needed to get to his home as fast as possible!
The call of streaming led him to ignore all social interactions and just blitz through his surroundings, ready to approach the dungeon.
With practised easy he weaved through the crowds, dodging people like he was dodging taxes or any responsibility for his life.
His targeted destination was reached quickly in a few minutes, the power of money, the endless lust for it, had enabled him to great speeds.
With a satisfied expression etched on his face he walked through the gate of the Terra dungeon, ready to see another huge crowd waiting to be let into the dungeon.
The issue came when he arrived at the Terra family dungeon itself, after sprinting towards his home.
He saw many people staring towards the dungeon door, but not a single soul was there to let him in. The people chattered and murmured, their expressions seemed driven by anger.
One wrong comment by Moros and he could incite a riot if he did desire to.
Slapping his hands together he attracted all the attention of people. He was the one who had to solve it.
Moros had a terrible idea as to why the druggies were not doing the due diligence, it rhymes with watching their favourite streamers and not doing their job…since that was the reason why these people were currently not doing their simple job.
This theory was proven true, by the weird things that entered his ears. Coming from the inside of the building, he was forced to listen to yet another wave of stupid comments that made his brain consider deleting itself.
With a big smile on his face, his best pokerface to cover up the seething rage that burned on his inside he made his way to the dungeon door.
"Rest assured, dear people…I shall quickly tend to the staff. You will be able to join shortly after."
Moros spoke without turning back, stopping straight in front of the door.
His right leg was pulled back as far as he could and shot forward to hit the door at a nearly inhuman speed. The impact resounded throughout the entire surroundings, causing all eyes to linger on the dungeon door, which had now been broken open.
It followed the nice, motivating words of Moros that echoed through the dungeon and outside since he was screaming his lungs out. The targets of his speech were insulted in ways that were stronger than Moros' lust for money, hurt more than a deadly wound and lasted longer than a life-time.
Moros just called their favourite streamers basic and mid.
The drug addicts, social reject and any other person present felt more than insulted. Their indignation filled them with the desire to beat Moros to a pulp.
With pure unfiltered anger, the people began to stand up, eyeing Moros with more than just contempt. They wanted his head!
The resulting riot was easily solved by Moros employing this method called punch them in the face, till the either stop breathing or stop complaining. It was awfully effective at getting the situation under control.
The outside people heard their cries of pain and felt a shudder crawl down their spines. But Moros' voice assured them from the inside that this was all perfectly fine and totally safe.
To ensure that Poppycock's minions were doing their job, he had to use psychological warfare again.
"GO OUT THERE AND DO IT FOR YOUR OSHIS!" He never had heard the term prior, but somehow it caused the beat up single-for-life bachelors to stand up like zombies and work again as if nothing had ever happened.
The dungeon was finally running and operating again, causing Moros to finally be ready to focus on the relevant things again.
With hasty step he approached Poppycock to tell him about his plants and ask him to secure the right tools to be able to stream. Because Moros had still no bloody idea how one streamed in the first place.
Hence he went straight for the pro that had an answer to everything in this world. Even if that meant knowledge in regards to being a streamer on a website for women only.
He was the guy that knew a guy that knew a guy.
Moros knocked on the door at the end of the dungeon as per usual, the door flung open and Poppycock, the dwarf, greeted him with a slight annoyance on his face.
"Good job, bud ruining my guys by introducing them to them bloodsuckers. They be getting no work done."
Moros laughed at Poppycock and told the tale of how he saved the productivity of the workforce with the right mix of violence, threats, insults and by appealing to something called oshis.
The only thing that Poppycock would have to do now, was to give them more money. That way the motivation would certainly last much longer.
The dwarf looked at Moros as if the man had lost all his brain cells.
The man, who had lost all his brain cells, was indeed not yet done with disappointing the dwarf that could have never predicted how far Moros brain had been corrupted by the sweet allure of money.
"Dearest Sir dwarf, may you hand to me the wig and dress you share in your lonely hours. I do desire a streaming career myself."
The words left Moros mouth and Poppycock looked at him as if he had just heard something even more strange than whatever his buddies kept on blabbering about.
He pinched his own cheeks again…then waited for a few seconds before doing it all over again.
"Lad, you sure bout dat? To me yer sounding like money done did your brain dirty?"
Moros looked at him with those big eyes of his and questioned what the dude had been smoking prior.
Moros had always been that obsessed with money, nothing had changed in a day's time. Though Moros simply returned a nod and left no comment on the comment Poppycock did about his other abilities.
With a heavy sigh Poppycock waddled throughout the hideout, trying to locate the things Moros had been asking for.
He found the dress hidden somewhere in someone's sleeping bag and the wig had just been collecting dust lying somewhere on the floor. Without much care in the world Poppycock just flung them to Moros.
The 2 objects were caught with literal ease.
"Thanks buddy you really are a lifesaver," Moros thanked Poppycock by extending his hand towards the dwarfs and shaking it in a calm and collected manner. Breaking it was not part of the plan.
"Lad, I wonder…what are ye turning into?"
"I am turning it into my perfect form to earn money!"