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Chapter 15: Life Goes On

OR

When Life Gives You Cultist, Sell Robes And Bleach

Artorius S was Sartorius in a clever disguise!

Granted I had figured this out within seconds of seeing that distinct looking mother-fucka, but the business card he gave me was also useful in sleuthing him out. Turns out alongside the whole leading a death-cult thing, he was also a Dueling Agent slash Manager. By which I mean he handled and arranged Duelists in the pro leagues, and not setting up shipping charts in some back room for his favorite gay pairings. Though if he did, i wouldn't judge that much.

Wait, shit, he was still talking.

"-and that is why I'm visiting this fine Academia. Now, if I could trouble you as to where the main practicum areas are so I might scout my next talent?" The White Lightning-But-Not-The-Fun-Kind finished with a smooth grin that would have worked if I actually gave a single shit about him, his organization, or any future influence he may have. As it was...

"Oh, you don't want to waste your time with that mob pit, most of the time its just bottom barrel students trying to smash each other over and over again in either some attempt at dominance, or a desperate struggle to their their duel GPA's or whatever the fuck they call it. ""You mean their DPA's?"" Probably, I don't really care enough to check. Anyway, you'd be better off with the Obelisk dorms. Plenty of high skill kids ready and raring to get into the major curcuits, or at least a majority with some strong strings of nepotism to pull on if need be. Both are pluses really." I explained with a small shrug, grabbing a small pamphlet from the side and marking down how to get there from here.

Did I care that I was consigning what would be hundreds of students to a probable brainwashing? No. Was I going to feel guilty about this later and have some kind of last minute turn-about from this? Also no.

Because he'd be doing this shit anyway, and even if things did go the exact way they did once upon some other time, which there was no guarantee there would be, I'd effectively made him dismiss a good two thirds of this island in a single sentence, which themselves had about 2 to 7 people I could think of off the top of my head that could push his shit in before I was ever needed.

The wonderful thing about being smart was understanding consequences and manipulations of actions.

"Really now? Hmm, I'll be sure to...pay a visit then." SArtorius kind of grinned at that, showing too white teeth that I had to resist the urge to shove a chocolate cigar into just to see what happened.

Later.

"Oh yeah, can't miss it. It'll the double sided mansion in white with blue highlights."

"...Wonderful."

As White Kabluey was grinning to himself and probably having an inner monologue of how easy this was, I was suddenly wondering why Blue and White were the Obelisk colors. Like, sure, Big Smiles is blue, but he's also black, and depending on your choice maybe brown. Shouldn't they be Black and Blue? It'd even fit better, cause they're supposed to kick the shit out of everyone else. Then that could leave Ra with Gold, Yellow and White and be all Shiny, and Slifer with Red and More Red cause Slifer.

Right! Right, discussing with villain for next 1 to maybe forever months. Color theory later.

"By the way, you're looking especially bright I see, want to know about our buy two get 1 free sale on bleach?" I immediately upselled as I came back to reality, making the Mullet Master snap out himself and look to me with frightening intensity.

"Oooh, really?"

I sold him all 3,200 bottles and crates we had in the Academy storage Basement of Eternal Suffering. Ha, try topping me for Employee of the Month, Wheeler! I'LL BE THE ONE TO SLEEP ON ALL THE MONEY I CAN'T CASH OUT YET!

END OF CHAPTER

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