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I’m not sure how else to phrase it.
The Office life was more enjoyable than I had anticipated.
I’ve only ever seen the life of an office worker in novels.
I don’t believe that’ll happen right now, but even if I work extra, I think I’ll be able to applaud because it’ll be the most insane overtime I’ve ever heard of.
Instead, make the most of your day at work.
It took me less than a week to become bored of it.
I’d want to leave my current position. I’m calling it quits. I’m going to leave!
I’m quitting my job!
“Well, in two weeks, I’m leaving.”
Wow, I thought my heart was about to burst out of my chest.
Another colleague on the same floor suggested resigning.
“What? All of a sudden?”
“Why are you quitting? Are you movin somewhere else?”
Other employees rushed to ask questions.
“I’ve come to my senses. I had good potential, so a guild immediately scouted me.”
“Wow, that’s the first time I’ve ever seen a player awaken.”
Everyone was taken aback and offered their congrats.
I really want to become a player.
I grumbled, but I couldn’t see anything comparable, much less a status window.
My desire to leave the company is still far away.
No, I think I could be assessed as a player now. There could have been some errors back then.
In the meanwhile, technology has advanced, so the status window no longer appears, but there may be a way to determine whether or not I am a player.
In the past, people had to go to the post office or the town office to get a player inspection, but now there is also a player union.
There would be technical development with that sort of progress!
I snuck around searching or a nearby player union branch.
Work is a 10-minute bike ride away.
Why hadn’t I realized it until now, when I was so close?
I didn’t even know it was just in the opposite direction from home.
The Players Union-Awareness Test was open until quite late so that I could go after work.
As soon as it was time to get off work, I left faster than anyone else and ran to the nearest players’ union branch.
I’m happy the lab is a large corporation with a large facility. Wouldn’t it be like a normal new employee who couldn’t go home until the managers left work if it were a regular small and medium-sized company?
I’m not sure because I read it in a book.
“You are just a regular guy.”
“Now it’s your turn.”
The test, which I received after 30 minutes, the results were unchanged.
I can’t believe I’m a regular human being!
I can’t believe I have to work in an office!
This is unfair.
Isn’t it even 10 minutes longer than usual to get home and visit the lab?
Even though it’s the same routine every day, rolling around and playing isn’t boring and fun for me, but I don’t want to do anything because I’m working.
I’m ready to give up!
I heard a dog barking, while I was excitedly pedaling my bike, thinking about getting home quickly, eating something, and doing the dishes.
Near my house, at the playground.
The dog I saw a while ago approached me, wagging its tail.
It’s not a dog. It’s a monster.
He looks just like a dog. He acts cute and wags his tail. That’s a dog.
“What about hello then?”
I’ve never heard of a player dying around here, so he must be kind.
By the way, this dog was still roaming free without being caught.
Players can instinctively tell it’s a monster when they see it.
Ordinary people determine if a creature is a monster only based on its look.
If you don’t look closely, it look just like a dog, so it hasn’t been reported.
I expected a player to report it.
“Yeah, yeah. Good boy.”
I strokes its head and lies flat on the floor again.
Isn’t he cute?
I wish I could catch a monster without paying attention to the status window or player license.
Then I could tell my mom that my job is to play at home and sometimes play dungeons.
Regrettably, ordinary people who do not have player licenses are prohibited by law to catch monsters so that they do not die while trying to catch monsters.
There is no consideration for Iregulars like myself.
Blackie behaves as though he understood what I’m saying.
Who is Blackie?
It’s this dog’s name, after all.
It’s something I made up. I can’t keep calling him a dog.
“Let’s get going.”
I’m not sure if he understands what I’m saying, but Blackie followed me to my house.
Ordinary people are not allowed to capture monsters, according to the law.
There are no limitations on raising monsters.
So far, of course.
“You’ve arrived. Go wash up and eat…”
When she spotted the black dog following me, my mother, who had turned around to greet me, shouted.
Don’t tell me she knows it is a monster.
“The floor is dirty!”
Sigh. False alarm
“You said you would be late but why bring a dog with you?”
“I’m going to start aising him today. His name is Blackie.”
“No, the home will be dirty.”
“I can raise them in the yard. Now the yard is spacious.”
“Who’s going to take care of the dog? Wash it, potty train it and take care of its food. Will you do it? No! I’ll do it.”
How comes she know I will not do it? But I can’t say it in this situation.
“If Blackie goes out, I’ll go out, too!”
And we were kicked out together.
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