Level Up! Ultimate NPC-san! 4 Theo The Cleaner?

FAIL PENALTY: Lose [SKILL] Blessed by G.o.ddess ⏌

I gotta say. In all my 25 years of being alive, this has got the be the worst deal that I've ever made. Not that it wasn't forced upon me by some pop-up in my head or anything.

On the one hand, if I'm able to find a bed to sleep in, I'll be given the satisfaction of knowing that I'm not a piece of garbage. On the other, if I can't, even a G.o.ddess would give up on me.

Yep. It doesn't get more extreme than this.

I'm at a loss, though. Even if I've been transmigrated into the world of my favourite JRPG video game, Veronicle, and I've become a [Villager], the almost tear-jerking difficulty I've faced so far matches the s.a.d.i.s.tic nature that I've come to know and love over the last two years.

I may not have my end-game weapons and armours, but the frustrating feeling from this world remains the same as ever. It's like a cuddly teddy bear, one that all the kids just can't help but want to hug, only it's holding a knife behind its back, waiting to stab you when you start getting comfortable.

Bliss.

"Hey," the young woman behind the reception counter barked at me. "What's it gonna be? I ain't got all day to wait on you, boy."

"'Boy'?" I think to myself. "This girl talks like she's some kind of old man, or something!"

"You look like one of them dumb types," she says, finally lifting her head out of her paperwork to look at me. "I'll say it again: One night costs 50 cop..."

"I heard you the first time!" I lashed out at her. "s.h.i.+t! It's like you don't even want customers, or something. d.a.m.n!"

The young woman's face showed an expression as if to say that this was the first time she had ever had someone talk back to her. She looked taken aback.

"DADDY!!"

Oh, what the fuh?

The young woman's sudden shout took me by surprise, and I nearly fell on my a.s.s. Is this girl crying?!

In but a brief moment, as if he were waiting for it to happen, a giant of a man steps out from the doorway behind the reception counter.

The hulking figure could only be described as what any city-boy, like myself, would think of when someone said the word: Lumberjack. This man's clothes can barely stop themselves from being ripped to shreds with each step he takes! If his skin were green coloured, I'd have mistaken him for 'The Bulk'!

"What is it, my dearest daughter?" the Bulk said, in one of the most flamboyant and girly voices I've ever heard. "Is this customer troubling you?"

Eh?... Wait. This doesn't match up.

Huge, muscular dude. Looks like he could bend steel with his bare hands. His curled up fists are bigger than my head. His beard looks like it's not hiding a chin underneath its bush, but another fist! But his voice...

"Daddy," the young woman whimpered to the Bulk, her eyes watering at the edges. "This ugly man yelled at me."

"..." I couldn't respond. This scene is just too much.

No. I can't. I've always been one to laugh at these kind of situations, when I read about it on websites such as '9CHAN' or 'Blueit', but even my nerves of steel can't handle this scene in front of me.

⌈ QUEST---

NO! YOU try being in my shoes, and watching this scene. It's way too out of place! The daughter speaks like some mafia henchman, and the dad's a body-building flaming h.o.m.o! I can't take it! I can't even bring myself to laugh! I'm too scared that the Bulk, over there, will reach out at me, with his huge-a.s.s fingers, and crush me like a bug!

⌈ ... ⏌

I don't care what you think! THIS IS TOO MUCH!!!

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"Hahaha!"

A charming girlish laughter echoes through a brightly lit room. In the middle of the room, atop a grand bed, with draped frames, sat a young blonde woman that looked between 18 and 20 years old. For someone who's lived as long as she, hearing you say that she looked 18 to 20 years old could easily put you in her good graces.

"Bringing this man into this world has been the best decision I've made, ever!"

The blonde maiden lifted a gla.s.s globe into the air, in it showed a 25 year old Theodore Young standing in front of a father and daughter duo, with a look on his face that could only be described as soul-wrenching.

"I swear, I must be the most genius G.o.d in all the worlds! I knew this man showed promise. I'm going to be rich!"

It turns out this charming young lady is a G.o.ddess. She's actually the G.o.ddess that has given her blessing unto our crestfallen Villager Theodore Young!

"His facials! Oh! How I love his facials! I'm so glad I found this guy on his live-stream. If I were to live-stream his daily life in this world, and put in a little effort to increasing the production value, I could make the other G.o.ds pay to watch him - like his viewers back on his home world would! I'm a genius!"

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"Young man," the flamboyant Bulk said, looking down at me like a mountain. "You've done scared my innocent daughter to tears. What are you going to do about this?"

"..." I can't.

"Daddy," the crying Yakuza girl whimpered. "Make him pay double for his stay. Sniff."

"..." Seriously. I can't.

"It seems my daughter's willing to forgive you, young man," the Bulk said, having looked at his daughter, then back at me. "She'll forgive your rude behaviour if you pay double the cost of a room."

"And you better be staying here for the whole week," she added.

"I..." I tried to speak up.

"So," the Bulk continued, interrupting me. "That'll be ten silver for your week's stay, young man."

Wait, what?! Wasn't it three silver for seven nights?! If it's double, how did it end up being ten silver?!

"Wuwuwuuuu..."

"Hurry up and pay, young man. My daugther's so sad."

"I... don't have any money," I finally said.

"..." they both stopped in their tracks and looked straight at me with deadpan faces.

AAAAHHH!!

I was thrown out of the inn...

"And don't come back until you have money!" the Bulk clapped his hands as if he were dusting them off.

"Wait!" I cried, getting into a dogeza. "There must be some other way I can pay you for a room! Please!"

"Look at him, daddy. He's like a dog begging for a bone."

"... Alright, young man," the Bulk said, having taken pity upon my shameful looking self. He can't help it. The dogeza is a proven method to make anyone do what you want! "I've been looking for a new cleaner to keep our rooms looking nice enough for our customers. Recently, we had this one group of adventurers - arrogant bunch, they were - that left two of our rooms in a complete mess! If you show me that you can tidy the place up, and I'm happy with your work, I'll give you a room for the night."

Cleaning a couple of rooms? How hard could it be?

"DEAL!"