Haaah...
Sitting at her desk and sipping the Himalan milk coffee that she had purchased for a whopping 29 RT (Reincarnation Tyka), Fleura sighed in disappointment over what she had heard from Feena:
"...I'm sorry, your time had not come when you were brought here. So we can't reincarnate you to a new world..."
Even the normal reincarnation pool had been made inaccessible for him, for he was destined for greatness and should've been reincarnated as a hero in another world for the karma he would've accumulated for his savvy creations back in Japan. We even had his ideal harem prepared from all the, ahem, 'educational' material we scoured through from underneath his bed. Heck, we burned through a shit ton of RT just to assign him the High Elf MILF for him to marry! But it all went down the drain...
All thanks to Scaramond and his lousy driving
Anyway, it is what it is...
Speaking of which, when will Scaramond come back...?
"Oi, oi, sheepy, whatcha thinking at? Just collected the soul of a poor Reaper Zerg from the Hycinthia universe. Poor bastard, despite being born as one of those killing machines, wished to be born with a pair of functioning hands with dem fingers to use for his paintings. Hah! The only thing he could do was 'paint' on the battlefield with his scythe-for-hands! Wish I could send him to his next life with hands for fingers, but I can't, cause I ain't in charge! AHAHAHAHAH!"
A young woman, sporting red hair tinged with purple at the tips, couldn't help but revel at the story, laughing so hard that she toppled to the floor. Seeing how unbecoming she looked, Fleura couldn't help but chastise her. "Vylara Krismond, please have some proper decorum. Do not forget that whatever these poor souls may have been when they were alive, we should respect them and not besmirch their honour. Have some respect for the dead, young lady..."
Seeing how the always demure Sheeple had become stern, the young woman, Vylara, took a deep gaze at the angry Sheeple, who realised that she had let loose more than she should have. "Hey, that's not the usual meek Fleura I know. Tell me, what happened..."
Knowing that she would be mocked for ages to come, Fleura kept her mouth tightly shut, even when Vylara took out a giant feather. Just when Vylara was able to torture (tickle) her for the answer, a giant of a man barged in, his nine dots on his forehead blazing.
"Hey guess what: old man Knoxis has returned!"
Hearing this, everyone dropped whatever they were doing, dashing towards the main door to see the legendary man...
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Tap, tap, tap...
"So, because of what Scaramond did, we cannot reincarnate him to his next life. And even if we force the process through, the pool and the portals would not allow him to do so anyway. So...what do we do here now then..."
Tapping the pen on her desk, Knoxis and Natsuki sat on the chairs on either side of Bai Mei's table, one squirming in anticipation, the other nonchalant. "Aaah... fuck my life! Damn it Scaramond, why did you have to do this!? Now thanks to you, we have to pay that damn huge penalty fee, and this is the tenth time it has happened to us! Now what shall we do..."
Meanwhile, deep beneath the chair, way at the bottom of the Mariana Trench, Natsuki squirmed even harder:
Since being banned from reincarnating, he had nowhere else to go
In addition to the fact that his 'body' had already been cremated and declared officially dead, he cannot return back to Japan. Otherwise, he could find himself in Hashima Island, dissected for research purposes...
Urgh...
Just when all hope seemed lost, the old man lifted his brooding head:
"Well, why don't we hire him then?"