Chapter 18 - So Many Problems

In a remotely questionable hotel with a large neon sign that says "Freedom from Genders"

In a small room with a bed, a kitchen with the bathroom intact and a old antenna tv that can only be found in this day and age in a antique museum.

The door of the kitchen/bathroom opened wide and a boy with the height of 4.5 foot steped out completely naked with a towel and was using it to wipe his body.

After wiping his body and drying he sat on the not-so-comfortable bed and went into deep thoughts.

Well I am officially kicked out now 'Sigh'.

Actually this is much better than being in that house where my every action would be scrutinized. They probably would have many questions like how a boy of 'E' potential with almost non-existent strength gained so much power in so little time. In a normal family they would probably be esthetic about their kid who was 'Garbage' on day one to become 'Recycle King' the next day. Heck they might even protect him from other prying eyes but not mine no, they would find from where I had gotten such powers and might even forcefully extract my powers for their own benefit.

In a way I should actually thank Leoturd for helping me get out from under prying eyes and also opening my eyes on that bitch.

Mother. To think you would actually care for your own skin and not that of your own son.

Thank you Leopold for making me see my mother for who she really is.

Well now I'm sure that I am going to have major trust issues in the future.

But like a great person once said 'You can never be too careful'

Now I can finally be able to buy that body skill and practice a lot of other skills but a few problem remains.

A few major problems.

I don't have a ID.

In a futuristic era like where I am you must absolutely have a Identification Card. Without an ID I will be restricted from 90% of my actions. That is the only reason why I am in this dingy hotel and not in a 5 star hotel eating dishes who's name I can't even pronounce.

Yes I have money but that's also restricted a lot without an id.

And there that too, I have money, too much even.

Eventually one would ask that one ultimate question.

"Where did you get so much money from?"

When I heard from the God (The one who reincarnated him) that I would be sent to a cultivational world I thought that it would be an old era and people won't have flying castles or death-ray guns and I would be able to use my money generating ability freely.

There goes my dream of a world without the IRS.

Those MF's can't even let a brother use his cheat ability for selfless things.

In this this and age because of it's modernity money and power are the two things that have absolute power. Power more than money but still 'Money does make the world go round'.

In this era Money is the one of the things that is strictly being watch upon. Only the ones that are truly professional and have good connections are able to use under handed means to do Illegal activities and the ones who get caught... those are the ones that get judged with 10-15 years or lifetime on a tour to Gay Island. And it doesn't matter whether you are a Guy or a Gal.

I can procure a ID card from an Forgery specialist. But there's a another problem, I don't know any person who can do forgery or someone who knows a guy who knows a guy who knows someone who does forgery.

And the money problem 'Sigh' Well I'll think about it later when it starts to cause some stirs.

Now another problem, YES another one that is I don't have any clothes with me. Well I don't have any clothes that are currently usable as the one I was wearing before got wet in the rain and I kinda left dramatically.

So I didn't really bring any clothes or stuff with me.

I'm gonna have to wait for a bit to dry the clothes and for the goddamn rain to stop and then I should find someone who has contacts with Illegal deals.

Then a thought came to me about this totally-not-shady hotel.

Maybe I should talk with the hotel manager. He looks like someone who might have a contact in this things.

After a hour and a half of watching third class porn about a guy watching his girlfriend get on with his high school bully on a tin can of a tv the rain finally stopped. As I was putting on the Now Dry clothes I had a thought.

Should I go meet the manager or not?

As I had this internal dilemma and finally thinking that the longer I stay here the more the chances of a shota gangrape happening I opened the door and walked out of the third class torture room.

I walked in the black and brown colored hallway with it's walls slowly rotting and lights that turned on and off frequently. Then after I saw the reception desk and going to it I saw a 25-28 year old guy who's eyes looked like they don't have any soul and called him.

"Hey"

Looking up from under his desks his eyes found it's sights on me and asked with a long tired voice "How can I help you"

"Uhh can you tell me where the manager's room is"

"If you have any complaints please drop it at the complain box and you can go talk to our manager right down the hallway and to the right of the stairs"

"Well I didn't have any complain- you know what nothing" Shaking his head at the receptionists information he started walking to the manager room.

On his way he saw a box that said Complaint Box which was filled with a lot of letters and a few with blood on them.

As he finally saw the manager's room which had a red door which looked like it was painted with blood and the smell of iron was also visible. He waited for a second before knocking.

"Yes come in please" Inside a middle aged joyful voice invited him in. He opened the door and went inside. He saw a white room with a files cabinet at one corner and a desk at the front with a person sitting behind it.

The manager was wearing a red suit with a rose's design on it at the left side of his chest. His body looked like that of a vampire's, very pale, his eyes were red with small black irises in them. And as I saw him giving me the creepiest smile ever I had a thought.

Well I'm now definitely sure that I am going to have a Shotocon Gangrape.