He hated her guts, but for now, he couldn't do anything but follow her hint.
Luck rubbed his temples. 'Just great,'
'First I'm stuck here, now I have to play janitor?'
With a heavy reluctant sigh, he decided to start by looking for cleaning supplies.
'I don't even clean my own room,' he thought, the whole cleaning idea made him want to just sleep.
But when he checked the storage rooms and every closet he could find, he came to a frustrating realization—there was nothing. Not even a simple broom.
Luck stood there, hands on his hips, staring at the dust-covered floor and the cobwebbed corners.
'How am I supposed to clean anything without tools?'
Then an idea hit him. He remembered seeing a store icon on the laptop.
Without wasting a second, he quickly opened the laptop and clicked on the icon.
Sure enough, the laptop led him to a store interface, labeled "E-Marketshop."
Luck scoffed at the name—it felt like someone had half-heartedly slapped it together.
'Real creative,' he muttered, but he wasn't in the mood to nitpick.
At this point, all he cared about was getting what he needed to make the motel look less like a haunted house.
His got a bit excited as he scrolled through the options, but his shock quickly turned to frustration.
The prices were absurd. A regular broom cost 1 E-coin, and the higher-end items ranged from 100 EC to a whopping 1,000 EC.
'A thousand E-coins for a broom? Are you kidding me?' he grumbled, staring at the screen in disbelief.
'Who made this pricing, a politician?'
He knew the exchange rate by now—1 E-coin was the equivalent of 10,000 gold coins / 1000 USD, which meant that even a simple broom would cost him a fortune.
And as for those luxury brooms? He didn't even want to think about it.
But ridiculous as it seemed, it looked like buying from the store was his only option if he wanted to make the place presentable.
'Could've been worse. At least I'm not starting from zero,' He thought, trying to take some comfort in the fact that he had 100 E-coins left over from his unknown grandfather.
It wasn't much, but it gave him some room to work with—though, knowing the absurd pricing in this place, that could disappear quickly.
He scrolled through the list of items, carefully considering what he could afford.
It wasn't much, but at least he could grab a broom and maybe a few other essentials to start cleaning up the place.
He scrolled through the list and picked out the cheapest mop and a basic window wiper. He added a bucket, a bottle of all-purpose cleaner, and a pair of rubber gloves to his cart.
Each item was overpriced for what it was, but he wasn't exactly spoiled for choice.
'This better be one hell of a cleaning supply!'
With a click, all the items were purchased, and he waited, unsure of how the delivery system worked in this strange motel.
DING DONG!
A doorbell rang from outside, a sound so out of place in the rundown motel that it caught him completely off guard.
As far as he knew, the place didn't even have a doorbell.
Curious, he walked to the entrance and opened the door.
There, sitting on the doorstep, was a bundle of items wrapped in black bubble wrap.
He bent down, grabbed the packages, and tore off the bubble wrap.
Inside was the broom he had ordered, along with a couple of other basic cleaning supplies.
'At least the delivery is efficient,'
Luck brought the items inside, still shaking his head at the absurdity of it all.
The broom looked entirely ordinary, just a plain wooden handle with stiff bristles—nothing remarkable.
Given the price, he had half-expected something magical, like one of those brooms from house-cleaning simulations that automatically swept the floor with just a touch.
Instead, he was stuck with the real thing, and the thought of having to do all the work manually made him groan.
"Fuck this system, Fuck this motel! Fuck my life!"
Once he was done venting, his attention shifted back to the dirty floor.
"Alright, let's get to it," he sighed, rolling up his sleeves.
He started sweeping the lobby, kicking up dust clouds as he moved the broom across the floor.
Every swish sent tiny particles swirling in the air, making him cough a few times.
The place was in worse shape than he thought.
Cobwebs clung to the corners, and a thick layer of grime coated everything.
As he worked, it hit him just how much effort it was going to take to make this place even remotely livable, let alone suitable for guests.