Live On My Feet

Although incredibly pissed, Tyr picked out some clothing for himself. He couldn't get much, as the fat lady had already warned him about several times.

But he didn't need much either. He got a pair of baggy black trousers made of wool. They were tight at his waist, enlarging in size up until his knees before tightening back down to the middle of his shins.

That was where the top of his brown leather boots were. They were old and long, but thin and flexible.

Finally, he could afford a thin brown tunic for his top.

After trying everything on, he walked up to the counter and placed his storage ring on there.

The lady looked up and down once more with a disdainful expression before saying: "Leave the ring and go."

Tyr was slightly taken aback: "L-leave the ring? I know it came free, but 5 by 5 feet spacing is pretty valuable. Plus, this is all the money I have! How am I supposed to get my hair cut? A shower?"

The lady abruptly chuckled as though she just heard a mediocre joke.

'What is this cunt laughing about now?' Tyr thought in his head, still mad about getting scammed.

"Boy, who told you that ring had 5 by 5 feet spacing? That's a one-time-use ring. It's useless after spending whatever is in it." She stated as if it was an obvious fact.

Clenched his fists, "Ah fuck it... whatever." He turned and walked out of the store. He slammed the door shut behind him.

Without hesitation, he stormed over back across the road. Even if he bumped into people, he simply ignored them and continued.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" A few said, annoyed after getting randomly brushed past.

"Are you serious!?"

"Youth these days..."

Tyr didn't care right now though. As soon as he got to the shop stand, he noticed that it had been closed down.

There was a long, thin wooden board covering the entire station with a "Closed" lettering written over it.

Tyr balled his fist up and punched a hole right through it--not caring about the consequences...

After putting all those stat points into strength, the wood broke open easily.

"You can't hide, you greedy fuck! I know you're still in here! Give me back my cores!" He shouted, tearing the wooden board apart.

A group of young girls walked past, laughing at him as though they had seen something similar to this many times in the past.

Tyr turned, "What the fuck are you laughing at!?" He blurted in anger.

One was pretty, with bright silver hair and deep blue eyes. Her smile also took Tyr aback slightly since it was so bright and genuine.

The other was as skinny as a skeleton, and another with a face full of hormonal pimples.

"Ugh! How emotional! Control your anger, weirdo!" The girl with bad skin exclaimed with a disgusted expression as though she just had a good waft of shit go up her nose.

"Huh? Mind your own business, wart face!" Tyr retorted, ignoring the girls and turning back around.

The girl's face went pale for a second, her eyes looking toward her friends who seemed as though they just witnessed a violation.

"Ouch... are you alright?" The skinny one exclaimed.

A few heads in the crowd even turned when Tyr yelled this, making the girl shield her face by looking down.

She obviously felt humiliated. No one had really spoken to her in that manner before.

The pretty girl turned, taking a glance at Tyr once last time with furrowed brows before quickly turning her head around again.

Tyr had torn a large enough hole in the man's closed sign that he could fit through. Without hesitation, that's exactly what he did.

"He really isn't here? What the fuck man..." Tyr felt disappointed but then realized that he could just jack the bastard back for scamming him.

"He scammed me... I can just say I took my shit back." He rummaged around for anything even semi-valuable looking that he could find.

Compared to what was there from before, it seemed everything real had been shipped up and loaded away.

Everything else was just fake imitations. The hide hung on the back of the shop felt as though it was made of plastic despite looking so realistic.

The weapons were way too light and malleable to be usable, the armor felt like cardboard.

Tyr almost went super saiyan in that store from all the built-up anger within him.

'HOW SCUMMY CAN A MAN BE!?' He screamed inwardly before calming down and leaving the store.

However, before he left, he noticed a piece of paper on the counter that had the symbol of a black snake on it.

"Huh?" He looked closer, noticing it was the same symbol on the hand of the robed guy he had met before.

"Boss wants a talk. You've been fucking off with all that money you're being given instead of actually running your businesses, right? If you don't want your head chopped off, come to the meeting place by 10 AM. Make sure to be robed."

'Businesses? You mean scamming people?' Tyr scanned this note several times in his head.

'He has a boss huh? I wonder if this scammer and that guy from the line are all working for the same cunt.'

Tyr felt a hint of excitement generate within him as he thought of getting his revenge on the scammer. He didn't exactly know how he was going to do it, but the simple fact of it possibly being a reality was enough to make him eager.

'Thats right... whats the point of going to a new planet if I let people walk all over my face? My life will just become what it was on Earth... worthless. It won't matter what planet I travel to, since there's nowhere in the universe where people aren't pieces of shits. So, I have to start right now.'

Although he knew this to be true, he still understood the threatening part of it all. He wasn't going to carelessly risk his life if he didn't think it was worth it.

He exited, taking the note with him: 'I once heard the saying, I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees, but I don't like either of those ideas. No... I'm gonna live on my feet from now on.'

For now, he decided to head to the Skyfall Hunter's Guild. He had spent most of his day wandering around and it was almost 10PM, so he didn't want to delay much longer.

This time, his luck in asking people for directions was much better. They couldn't even see that he was still dirty since it was nighttime, and even dust looked like shadows sometimes.

After an hour of navigating the winding streets and following various directions, Tyr finally arrived at his destination.

The large building stood majestically at the heart of the town, perched on a circular plot of land enclosed by a bustling roundabout. Its imposing structure immediately drew the eye.

The building boasted three distinct rooftops, each one rising higher than the last and tapering to a sharp, spear-like point at the very top.

These rooftops, with their steep inclines and intricate designs, added an air of grandeur to the structure. Despite its slightly weathered appearance, the building was meticulously maintained, exuding an aura of timeless elegance.

Above the sturdy front door, a striking symbol captured Tyr's attention: a gleaming sword piercing through a pair of angel wings.

Tyr was hungry after not eating for so long, tired since he had been on the move for most of the day, and still in slight pain from his injuries.

With a big deep breath, he took a step forward...