Chapter 16: Billion


    Whats up with magic?


    I mean, really, what is up with people wanting to do magic?


    And dont tell me that people dont want to! Hell, Harry Potter! Come on, we both know how famous it is. Its like a new religion.


    Harry Potter outsold faith!


    HA!


    Thats something, isnt it?


    And when I look at this <em>ss </em>that Ive got, I think, well, thats something I like.


    Why, though?


    I mean, yes, humans are pathetic, for sure. We slogged in the mud for millennia, maybe even more: I dont watch much National Geographic or whatever you need to watch to know these facts.


    But when you really think about it, howe we are so taken with magic?


    What is it that grips us by our most precious jewels and never lets go?


    My exnation is the following  we want to know that we <em>can </em>do some magic. We are too ordinary, otherwise. Too mundane! If you cant do some measure of magic, well, you are a failure!


    Beforeing to Amorium, magic could have been making someone smile with the right jokes or catching a cab without having to scream your lungs out or to violently wave your hand for half a minute.


    And thats why Harry Potter sold!


    People need magic! People need to believe they are special!


    I <em>hate </em>being special, though. I really do.


    But I cant help and stare at those words in my head.


    [Mage


    Emphatic pause.


    Level 1]


    And.


    [Advanced Mana Sense]


    It kind of chokes me.


    I cant I just cant.


    Its so, so <em>beautiful.</em>


    Its beyond power. Its beyond any rational exnation.


    I see it, and my heart pours out a joy I never felt before.


    Never!


    Never in my entire life have I been so happy about something. I kind of hate it, honestly! Why does this make me so happy?!


    Magic is a pain in the ass! Its a shortcut to being murdered before my time woulde! No, thank you, I dont want to be murdered!


    Why, do you want someone to stab your eyes out while trying to steal the ultimate magical device you happened to find by mistake?


    Be my guest, by all means.


    Magic is basically women.


    They choke me, they make me flushed, they throw a wrench in my life in a way that no other person or thing could ever do.


    If I even won the lottery, I wouldnt care <em>that</em> much. Sure, I would buy some amenities for my ce. Maybe a bigger couch. Not one that you can open; I dont want people sleeping over. Now that I think about it, I would probably buy a couch that disappears inside the floor. That way, I would hide it every time someonees over to bother me.


    Imagine that.


    They would go oh, shoot, theres no couch here, I cant sleep over, I cannot impose like the little imposing, clingy, and annoying thing that I am.


    Then, I would probably do some 007 stuff to my bed too. Like, unless I need to sleep on it, it will be super ufortable and thin. Maybe make it 80% of the size of a single bed. Yeah. Enough so that you can do the dirty deed on it without falling, but not enough to have someone sleep over.


    Here we go.


    I just had a billion-dor idea and I cant sell it to anyone in this ce.


    Or can I?


    Yeah, its super small unless you want to sleep on it. So, if you have someone over, they cannot possibly  at least in good conscience  ask you to sleep on such a small bed! I exin to minia.


    The woman startsughing so hard that, as per usual, Clodiaes over with her military strut.


    Whats so funny? the chef asks with a reproachful stare.


    See, me and minia, we work really hard. We are so good at our job that we can easily joke around and still be much better than everyone else. So, Clodia doesnt really have that much purchase on us.


    I think I just had the most genius idea of my entire life. A couch that disappears when you have people over, so they cant ask if they can crash at your ce, and a bed that bes thinner  too thin to think that two people could ever sleep there, but thick enough to you know, do the thing.


    Clodia frowns for a second, before slowly fishing out the big wooden spoon.


    I really want to beat you up, Luciani. Is there something you screwed up today, perhaps? minia, did he mess up something?


    Clodia, leave the poor kid alone. Hes fun, hes a hard worker. Dont bother him,e on.


    minia nudged Clodia with her elbow. Her hands were still sticky and covered in dough and flour.


    Luciani, we are going to talk shop in a few days. Please, do mess something up before then. I promise, it wont interfere with our talks, but it will certainly help me scratch a certain itch, she pointed her words by pping the wooden spoon on her open hand.


    Sure, boss, I smile at her and give her my signature wink.


    Good, she starts walking back.


    Not even two seconds after I silently make an irate impression of Clodia to her back, the woman throws her wooden spoon with a deadly precision and smacks my forehead right on.


    OUCH! I grab my forehead.


    Thank you, Luciani, much appreciated, Clodia smirks and goes back to her office.


    Man, it really hurts. What the hell!


    You are going to bruise if you dont apply some potion on it, minia snorts.


    Youugh at my plight? I ask, seemingly offended.


    Sure, Joey. Its very fun, trust me.


    These damn sadistic Elves.


    Sexy sadistic Elves.


    Goddammit, Joey, you <em>disgust</em> me.