Chapter 17 - Situation

Carl showed a blank expression on his face, as he leaned his back on the back of the chair and stared at his phone that just received a message. The number wasn't saved unknown but it was the number he just called which was naturally Cath Artist's.

'I will tell you the details personally. I'm on my way,' the text said.

"I cannot believe this," Carl shook his head.

Apparently, his scary thoughts were completely accurate. He was a fish caught in a net. All of the otherworlders who come to Earth apparently got treated like this as soon as they arrived.

'No, I should just be happy I didn't get sent to that prison.' Carl sarcastically chuckled as he pocketed his phone and stood up.

Before he left, Carl checked out the bread stands and might as well buy something to eat while he wait for the 'princess'.

Carl always had a lot of money growing up, and was never short of food choices back in his home. But now he realized how limited that world was. Earth had many and much more delicious delicacies!

After taking a few tasty-looking breads himself, Carl was about to pay with his phone when the young master initiated a conversation.

"You must be very talented to be a member of the GKS at such a young age."

Carl was stunned at first on how a stranger suddenly knew his affiliation with GKS, but the young master apparently saw it in his profile.

Carl used a fake laugh.

GKS was a famous club, and pretty much anyone associated with them was a promising person. This society was talented-based in some sense, so he was bound to earn the attraction of many from now on.

"Talented? I'm not so sure."

"You should be! I'm a big GKS fan, and you must be one hell of an acolyte if you're one of their 300 prospects."

Carl almost forgot but clubs were not just professional fighters who earn money through fighting and eliminating threats from society. They are also commercial products, who were advertised to the public through countless ads and commercials like celebrities.

That way, both companies could earn more money.

This was one of the reasons MA agents disliked clubs, since unlike them they were actually doing their job solely for the public, not for money.

Yet clubs always seem to be the one doing the right thing in the public's eyes.

Carl wasn't thinking about this yet though.

'300 prospects?'

Carl does not have any idea what the hell was this guy even talking about. His past self also did not pay any attention to GKS and the hierarchy in their system, since it's so high-tier of a club for him to reach realistically, so his surface-level knowledge about them weren't especially helpful.

Carl simply smiled to please the young master.

Seeing that the fat customer was about to leave, the young master then went out of the counter, bowed, and gave his name.

"Please come back again, Sir. My name is Offer, it was nice meeting you."

The change in attitude was apparent Carl could roll his eyes in laughter. But he did not mind it at all. He was used to a similar treatment back in his world, but he really doesn't enjoy the company of guys like Offer.

"Your coffee wasn't that good enough, so I won't go here anymore," Carl mumbled only to himself, as he pushed open the door and got out.

There were many questions swimming across his mind right now.

But the biggest question was who the hell in the upper echelon of GKS wanted him? For he knew, it could be anyone. And what do they want from him?

Carl was observing the street with his own eyes, and contemplating when a black expensive car appeared on the street and honked at him.

He already knew the identity of the person inside so he immediately went towards its direction.

The center door of the car opened automatically, swinging upwards, and he entered.

The first thing he saw was a spacious lounge-almost like a tiny room with some shelves, drinks, and some fancy furniture. The car was much wider inside than he'd expected.

Then there was a blonde girl with short hair and blue eyes sitting at the edge of the couch with her legs crossed. She was staring at him like he did something wrong.

From what he could, she was the only one inside.

Clearing his throat, Carl moved his big body, occupied an empty seat and opened his mouth.

"Care to explain?"

"You heard what I said. You are now one of us."

Carl furrowed his eyes.

"All clubs have a mage-development program where they can sign talented acolytes of their choosing. Let's just say you are one of them."

Carl remembered Offer's mention of this. Since he's still an acolyte, he should be one of the 300 or something. But something seems to be wrong about what she said.

"Let's just say you are one of them? What do you mean?"

"We have 300 acolytes signed in that program already. That's the member limit for acolytes. And it is prohibited to waive contracts in this period of the year, so the management decided to get you to our wing under special circumstances."

Carl showed a little bit of confusion.

He knew that acolytes needed to be contracted before membership hence the reason he thought was still free at first and had some options, which weren't the case.

But if he was not one of the 300 contracted acolytes, what was he?

Cath smiled. No, she grinned and put a fake laugh with a dead tone.

"Until you made a qualified breakthrough, you are temporarily placed under my supervision as my assistant."

Carl put a stunned expression on his face then he moaned in misery.

"You should fix your attitude, fatty. Being my assistant despite being a lowly level 1 acolyte, you should consider yourself lucky."

Carl laughed internally.

'Right, this is a job even Samuel would kill to have. Only mages usually should be qualified to do this.'

Carl admitted, but he also was sarcastic.

He really doesn't want a job like this one. How can he train his magic and gain experience with this?

"Aren't you an assistant manager of the front office? What do you guys even do? Paperwork and recruitment?"

He downplayed their work.

In all honestly in the world, Carl has never been involved in a job like that. If that was his job, he was going to be living a boring life it seems like.

Cath was observing the fat boy's attitude and no matter how much she tried to look at the positives, she really did not like him.

'Why is he so entitled and arrogant?'

If it wasn't for the orders above, she would have made barbecue out of his fat ass.

"The front office is not all paperwork," Cath then said, "You'll be working for me for me as not only a scout, but also in odd jobs. That includes going in monster raids to taking care of mages who went out of control."

Carl was a little bit surprised with this.

If that was one of the things they do, he really should stop looking at this with the lens of a normal eye.

Just then, the car stopped at the foot of an unknown mountain and he was kicked out of the car.

Cath opened the window and spoke with a low voice.

"Speaking on this, I really don't really want a lowly acolyte at the bottom of his rank to stay by my side so until you breakthrough to level 2. You stay here and hunt. Don't even dare do otherwise."

Saying that, the car then left, leaving him alone in the wilderness.