Chapter 279: Spirit Magic (1)

"Going off the grid alone? I am sorry, but did you think I won't figure out what you're doing?"

If god.

And hear me out here.

If god had a machine that could purely annoy people on a rate of one to ten, and like, we set it on eleven. Would it be possible to be more insufferable than that machine itself?

I say yes.

And that very more insufferable being was in front of my eyes, making every breath taxing.

"Miss Irina, what do you want?" I asked.

Were her words that annoying? Her actions? I didn't know. But I did know that she was a fucking loser. If there was a race for losers alone, she would come second, because that's how much of a loser she was.

"I am here to keep an eye on you, Eugene Hall," said Irina Lester. Maybe she wasn't as annoying, but her waterlogged ganglion of a brain had managed to annoy me to no extent.