"Compared to that normal fellow beside you, the difference between both of your aptitudes is equivalent to the difference between a firefly and the moon. I'd be praising you excessively if I said that you were average," answered the voice scornfully. "If you had not recognized my noble self by a lucky coincidence, I'd assume that you would be forced to spend your entire life gathering scrap metals."
The expression on the youth's face collapsed in defeat immediately as the other person's words had instantly made him feel uncertain and hopeless about his future.
"Don't worry, as long as your humble self listens to your Master's instructions and does as your great Master commands, you will definitely surpass your wildest dreams in the future. That's right, what is your name?"
"Clint… Clint Beza…" answered the youth feebly.
"Alright, Clint whatever, I need you to do something now."
"Do what?"
