Universal Sign-in: Ascending to Godhood With My 10x Rewards!-Chapter 51: Mr.Park Nihger

The voice sighed from the microphone.

—Come in.—

Clack—

The soldier bastard opened the door and walked in with his comrade.

We followed behind them and stepped into the house.

A white-painted living room came into view, filled with the full furniture, assets and decorations one would find in a normal living room. There was nothing special about the sparsely furnished space, and even with that, it was still livable and comfortable, and the air here smelled of wood and sweets.

"This," The first soldier suddenly halted, turning to us as he clenched his gun tight, "Is where we part ways."

Immediately, without uttering any other words, the two soldiers walked past us, toward the door.

"Good luck, fellas." The second soldier said as he waved a hand, not turning back.

Jerry’s brows furrowed as he watched them leave, and Marcus just sneered, forehead eased, an expression that mixed subtle relief and brimming, barely capped annoyance.

I barely held back from raising a middle finger. Gotta respect myself sometimes, plus there was a kid there. Katie. She scurried off to her mom, and they began taking in the sight of the house.

The soldiers left, closing the door behind them.

Jericho, Marcus and I turned, facing the rest of the living room.

Heck, there was even a large screen TV directly opposite the largest couch in the living room.

"So," Jerry uttered, sticking his hands in his coat as his eyes calmly surveyed the room.

"Where’s the damn manager?" I cut in.

Marcus sighed, running a hand on his nose bridge, "I keep telling you guys, watch your langua–"

"And here I am." That old voice rang out once more. The range of the voice was in proximity, and it prompted a pause and a head turn from all figures present in the living room.

We all glanced at the source of the voice, walking into the living room from a small door that presumably led to an inner room.

A completely white attire framed the short man’s unfit body. A white long-sleeved shirt and white pants. His large belly stretched the seams of his shirt as he walked with narrowed eyes, and the old man’s grey hair brushed over his forehead, framing his pale, wrinkled face and the annoyed look that gleamed in his narrowed brown eyes.

I raised a brow.

Hm?

The man grumbled, muttering incoherent words, until he finally voiced out audibly: "No need to grow impatient. I’m the one being called out in the dead of the night just for a job that I don’t even get paid for!"

Jerry turned to look at me, an amused expression dancing on his lips. Then he looked at Marcus, who had a faint smile on his own lips.

I chuckled inwardly.

We were all thinking the same thing.

This is an interesting character.

"And you are?" Jerry asked the old man as he got closer to us.

The old man held a blue spiral-banded file in his hands, clenching it tight. But as he got to a smaller couch, he threw it next to him as he sat down, crossing his legs and tilting his head.

Rolling his eyes and sighing, he answered, "I’m Park Nihger."

"..."

I blinked.

The fuck did he just say his name was?

"Nihger?"

"Nih–?"

I blinked yet again.

"Wow." Jerry chuckled, "Your parents must have been some really, really big racists."

"Yeah," Park adjusted his posture, leaning in as his brown eyes flashed with something that I couldn’t quite discern, "I get that a lot," He shrugged, "I don’t care much about the name now."

"So, Mr. Nih– Pfft, ahem- Park, what now?" I asked, clearing my throat as I slipped my hands in my pockets.

"What exactly is this joke?" Marcus chimed in, seemingly confused, "How are his parents racist?"

Jerry turned to him, "You poor, innocent soul. Don’t worry about it."

"NOW," Park’s voice grew louder, derailing our short conversation, "we integrate you guys."

I frowned as I heard that word. "What exactly do you mean by ’integrate ’? I find that word oddly suspicious."

Jerry nodded in support.

"Well, it’s nothing suspicious," The man leaned back on his couch, a faint smirk stretching on his dry lips, "See this file?" He raised that blue file, "We just have to get your name and signature on it, and then I’ll input your data in the database. Standard procedure. You know, to get a tally on the headcount in our safe zone, census, yada yada yada yada," He waved his hand lazily in the air.

My brows relaxed.

Oh.

"Makes sense," Marcus nodded, stroking his beardless chin.

"And then I’ll have to squeeze you guys into a house." At this point, a streak of greed flashed in his brown eyes as his smirk grew wide.

I almost gagged as I recognized the look on his face.

Greedy old men. The worst breed of humans.

"You see, the only houses left in Sector D are those close to the pipelines that carry every sewage and other... toilet stuff that the whole Sector D excretes. And, I’m pretty sure you guys wouldn’t want to live there. It’s not conducive at all. I don’t want that for you!"

The fuck?

Why the–

"What’s with the switch up?" Jerry asked.

"Crazy Nihger," Marcus remarked.

"Hey, Mark. Don’t call him that again. Just call him Park." I said.

"But why?"

"Just don’t."

"Well, okay."

The old man’s brows raised. "Was it that obvious? I was trying to keep it subtle."

"What are you playing at?" Marcus asked him.

"Fine. Let me be straightforward about it." Park leaned in, interlocking his fingers, "I want to invest in your potential."

"Our potential?" I questioned.

We were right. This man is an interesting new side character.

"Precisely. I’ve given only a special few this chance, you know." He shrugged, "The chance to bribe me with their potential."

"What potential exactly? The world is fucking ending." I spouted.

Marcus tapped my shoulder, clenching it tightly.

"Ouch." I groaned.

"Got it, got it!" I yelled, and Marcus freed my shoulder.

Really serious about the no cursing stuff.

I rolled my shoulder.

What passion.

"Oh, you’ll see soon enough. I can sense it from you three. The way you conduct yourselves. That subtle air of confidence around you all. I’m not blind, and neither am I a fool. You guys definitely have potential."

Fair point. I will always appreciate the glaze.

"So?" Asked Jerry.

"So, I’ll give you a better house, and transfer the current residents to the pipeline house I was supposed to give you all. I have the perfect people for that."

Marcus clicked his tongue, "But, that’ll be unfair to the–"

Jerry tapped his shoulder and looked at the man. "Thank you."