I don’t even remember what my level is.

  That’s because the system went weird last week.

  Instead of numerical stats it shows

  It’s almost as if some virus got in, or some Random Omnipotent Being arbitrarily decided to mess with me.

  Depressed, and still not knowing what to do about the entire Sadie situation, I walk alongside the shore and ponder my miserable situation.

  Btw, the shore here means the shore of a small canal where the sewage is drained to a nearby river. The closest seashore is thousands of kilometers away.

  Suddenly, I stumble upon a hobo. It’s the same guy who wanted to kidnap my Finalndia the other day, and now it seems he found another damsel to pray upon.

  She was a furry.

  A small, white kitten, mercilessly toyed with by a large ugly bastard.

  No need to tell me twice. I know what “playing on a cat is”.

  The bastards break their tails and squeeze the animal as if it was a living accordion, producing a wide array of screams, and not letting people sleep late at night.

  Supposedly, the way you squeezed makes a different sound...but nevermind that.

  I sneak upon the hobo from behind. Busy with the cat, he doesn't notice my approach.

  What’s the point of giving me these? I can’t see the progress to the next level anyway….

  I whip out a blackjack. The blackjack is a club-like item used to knock out hostiles unharmed. You just have to swing it widely overhead, and then bam. (Don't ask me where I was hiding it until now, let's just say my inventory is infinite and leave it at that)

  The club makes a dull noise as it crushes against the back of hobo’s head. He falls forwards, limp….

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  ….and then rolls down the sewage canal.

  ….uh, it would be bad if he drowned.

  I walk down and turn his torso around, trying not to touch it too much. It stinks worse then the literal shit it fell into.

  The damsel in distress meows loudly and runs away.

  Ingrate! She could have at least joined my harem. After all, a cat is fine, too...

  But maybe furries only join harems if they are purchased as slaves first….

  More importantly, what am I gonna do with this hobo? Slowly, a puddle of blood forms behind his head, and now I know I’m in trouble.

  I don’t need to check if he’s alive. I know he’s not.

  That’s because over my head, a read “PK” appeared, and a skull image next to it.

  “The fuck” I exclaim loudly to no one in particular “I was just doing as the quest told me!”

  ….What?

  ….What??

  Who the fuck are you!?

  And so, the plot thickens.

  ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ to be continued-------------->