Short work, unpleasant colleagues

In the morning, Felix felt as if he hadn't slept for a month. Abraham's snoring resembled the engine of an old car that had been started for the last time ten years ago.

Fortunately for Felix, he could distract himself by reading books. This allowed him to get closer to his ability, which helped him memorize any information he read and compile it into books.

"But there's a problem. If, for example, I haven't finished the entire book, the information will be incomplete. It's a significant drawback, but still logical," thought Felix, shaking his head as he changed clothes. He looked out the window and squinted, "It's already morning, I need to hurry and get dressed. Abraham promised me a job so that I could repay him for his help."

Felix was determined. Although the idea of not needing to work and still being provided didn't suit his personality, he wanted to repay his benefactor in full.

Moreover...

[Lifespan: 25 years (24/25 current)]

"Bro, I have only one year left to live," he thought, feeling somber.

Reincarnation was something he never expected. Despite receiving many bonuses, a significant problem came with it - he had only one year of life in this reincarnation! Although the System, which seemed to come from fairy tales, said he had the power to reincarnate again and again...

Felix didn't fully trust it and wanted to quickly deal with his problems.

"If I have only a year left to live, I must live it worthy," Felix thought and approached the window. It so happened that village girls passed by the window, four years younger than him. They giggled and enjoyed their time.

Watching this scene, he felt a slight envy - a white envy. In his past life, he had worked from a young age to support himself, sacrificing his health and losing his youth.

"Perhaps, this is my chance. I must seize this opportunity and enjoy life to the fullest. Otherwise, why did I reincarnate?" Felix thought, clenching his fists. His gaze filled with determination, and he nodded, "A year is too short, and I may not see much, but why not live to the fullest? I think I've earned it."

And so began his life in the village.

***

"Kid, here are these boxes. Drag them to the warehouse and neatly stack them in one place, without harming the contents, understood? There's fragile stuff, glass, and such. So be careful."

"Understood."

Felix stood by a small cart. In front of him was a merchant who came to Brooks village to deliver goods ordered by the villagers last month.

As Felix looked like a young man in full strength, the merchant offered the boy to help him move the goods with his two employees, for which he promised to pay 100 Rihm.

Rihm is the currency in the world where Felix was reincarnated. It was universal for all races, which was somewhat convenient. It was a bit amusing that currency was the only thing that connected many countries and races.

"Boss, do we need to give him such a heavy load? You know, he looks like a weakling!" suddenly said one of the employees, a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples. He had dirty black hair, tired brown eyes, and deep bags under his eyes from lack of sleep.

"Abraham said this guy needs a job, and any will do, so I decided to give him a chance. Anyway, see how effortlessly he handles the weight? Seems like the kid isn't fragile," Luke, the trader who looked like a man with extra weight, answered with a smirk to his employee's question. Waving his hand, Luke said, "If you have time to nitpick at the youngster, get to work."

"Understood..."

Although the employees still did not have the best opinion about their new colleagues, they could only shrug and start working.

Thud.

"Ugh... these are heavy," mumbled Felix, carefully placing a box with fragile goods at the edge of the warehouse, which was originally a shed but converted to store goods.

Catching his breath, Felix wiped the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead and rolled up his sleeves to his shoulders. Looking back, he saw a bright sunny sky and the blazing sun. He squinted, then looked away, not wanting to be blinded by the sun.

"It's so hot..."

Today, unfortunately, was a very sunny day. The weather felt like summer, and the conditions were comparable to those in the desert. However, he didn't complain because he simply couldn't. It would be a sin to complain about a job that paid him. Moreover, he chose to get into it, understanding that staying on Abraham's charity was too shameful for him.

"We're almost the same age as Abraham, and I'm sitting on his charity... well, my father would surely drag me by the scruff for this," thought Felix, closing his eyes and picturing his father's face with a smile. "Such good memories."

However, after a while, he had to distract himself from his thoughts. Two men suddenly entered the warehouse - those were the employees who didn't want to work with him. One of them, the one who complained directly to the trader, looked at Felix.

"Here they are again..."

Felix smirked and started walking towards the warehouse exit; there was no need for him to start a quarrel just because someone didn't like him. However, if Felix doesn't go to trouble, trouble comes to Felix.

"Wait up. Where are you hurrying, brat?" a rough male voice sounded, and then Felix felt a strong grip on his left shoulder.

"Hmm?"

Turning his head, Felix narrowed his eyes, seeing the face of the same troublemaker who complained about him in front of Luke.

"Hey, Clir, maybe we shouldn't hassle the kid?" came the slightly concerned voice of another worker.

"Shut up. This kid was quite pleased with himself when he ignored us. Don't we need to teach him a lesson?"

Clir - that was this man's name. He looked at Felix with evident sadism, and the young man didn't believe for a moment that he decided to teach him a lesson just for the sake of being ignored.

After a moment of consideration, Felix raised an eyebrow and looked at Clir, smiling.

"Look, it's not my fault your wife left you for a richer man. Go to a brothel and fuck some whore and get the fuck away from me. Okay?"

"What?..."

Clir and his companion froze in shock. They couldn't believe their ears. This seemingly modest young man dared to sass him!

"Where do you even get off talking about such things, punk?!" irritably asked Clir and tightened his grip on Felix's shoulder.

"You should talk quieter. That's the whole secret," replied Felix and subtly turned his shoulder.

"One way or another. You're fucked, you son of a bitch. I've never been so pissed off."

"Heh..."

Felix smiled carelessly. He was starting to get annoyed himself, as this bastard's behavior reminded him of his former boss who had bothered him for a long time.

To be continued...