Strongest Hammer God novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Chapter 2 – Contract

"You are funny. Mr. Freeman," the woman said with a friendly smile, no hint of laughter on her face.

"Isn't that a normal question?" Kyle asked as he looked around.

The other four were really just standing there, doing nothing.

One of them was keeping his boot on Kyle's throat, but there was no weight behind it anymore.

Two others were watching while the man with the shirt was readying himself to deliver another kick to Kyle's torso.

Kyle awkwardly scooted out from beneath the boot as he kept looking around in confusion.

"The payment and duties of this job are not related to money," the woman spoke calmly, with a perfect voice.

This pulled Kyle out of his confusion, and he looked at the woman with raised brows.

"How is a job not related to money?" he asked. "I ain't living to work. I work to live."

"Have you not noticed that you are in an unusual situation right now, Mr. Freeman?" she spoke calmly. "Is money the only thing on your mind, even in a situation like this?"

"Of course!" Kyle answered immediately. "My entire life revolves around money!"

"If you accept the job, it won't anymore," the lady said.

"Ah, so the payment is good?" Kyle asked.

The lady didn't lose her composure.

Instead, she slowly snapped her fingers.

And the four other people in the room vanished.

"This is a free service," the lady said. "The people burdening you are no more."

Kyle blinked a couple of times in confusion.

"Eh, what?" he asked.

"They are gone," she said.

"In what way?"

"They are gone. They don't exist anymore," she explained.

Kyle had some difficulties wrapping his mind around that sentence.

Gone?

As in, dead?

But how?

Why?

'Am I dreaming?' Kyle thought.

"Are you questioning reality right now, Mr. Freeman?" the lady asked.

Kyle looked with surprise at the lady. "Was it that obvious?"

"It's a common reaction," she explained. "No, this is not a dream. If it were a dream, you could do things that you wouldn't usually be able to do. Why don't you try it?"

Kyle blinked a couple of times.

What did he really want to do right now?

He really wanted to punch that guy again, but he was gone.

So, instead, he wanted the guy to appear so that he could punch him again.

Sadly, nothing happened.

Kyle and the lady remained silent for a while.

Slowly, Kyle realized that he wasn't in a dream.

There was no chaos, and he could think with clarity.

"Okay, what's going on?" he asked.

"I am offering you a job," the lady repeated.

"Why? What qualifications do I have that you are coming into my apartment to ask me personally?" Kyle asked. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

"A fitting heart," she answered.

"Ehm," Kyle slowly uttered. "That seems a bit strange. I mean, I'm not kicking any puppies, but I'm also not the most law-abiding citizen."

"I didn't say you had a good heart, Mr. Freeman," the lady answered. "I said you have a fitting one."

"Fitting to or for what?" Kyle asked.

"Fitting for the job," the lady answered.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" Kyle asked again. "You keep talking about the job without explaining anything. I need a little more information here, Magic Lady."

"Are you interested?" she asked.

Kyle almost wanted to groan in exasperation.

Why was talking to this woman so difficult?!

This was high school all over again!

"Sure, give me the details," Kyle said as he sat down on his bed, which lost all of its elasticity and felt like a brick.

"Ah," Kyle said before the lady could answer as he looked at his bed. "So, you froze time, not just people. Cool."

The lady just looked at Kyle with professional friendliness. "You seem to be taking the situation quite well."

Kyle just shrugged. "I have no more fucks to give. Too much shit happened today. I just want to go to bed and forget everything that happened, but I can't do that right now. So, yeah, shoot! Give me your alien, interdimensional, whatever bullshit."

Yet, a moment later, Kyle felt regret for his words and sighed. "Sorry, for that. It's not your fault. I shouldn't have been so rude. It's just... you know..."

The lady's demeanor hadn't changed in the slightest. "You should listen to your heart more, Mr. Freeman. Mind and soul are a team, not enemies."

"You seem to know a lot about me, Mrs. Magic," Kyle answered.

"I have to," she answered. "It is my job to find fitting employees."

"Ah, you're a recruiter," Kyle said.

"You could call me a recruiter," she answered.