novelraw Chapter 303: He actually left me a light bulb. The ceiling wasn’t torn down? How surprising is this!
Chapter 303: He actually left me a light bulb. The ceiling wasn’t torn down? How surprising is this!
However, his astonishment came a bit prematurely. One after another, Alexanders with headbands walked into the bar.
Blackbeard had come in a group!
"Ugh..."
The bar owner, watching this horrifying scene, couldn’t catch his breath. As a Fierce-level ghost, he actually fainted on the spot!
"Damn, another boss!"
"Damn damn damn! Why are there so many bosses?"
Not just the bar owner, everyone was shocked. Cain’s mouth was agape, his eyes wide open, as he watched this unfold.
Compared to Cain’s surprise, the evil ghosts in the room were terrified.What was the meaning of these never-ending Alexanders walking in?
This was far more terrifying than anything in their world!
The numbers on their headbands had already reached over a hundred and they were still coming in.
In the bar, out of the dozen or so waiter-ghosts, seven or eight had fainted on the spot.
"Boss, what on Earth is going on?" After a long while, Cain was the first to recover, looking doubtfully at the multiple Alexander duplicates:"You guys... you’re not imposters, are you?"
"In a strict sense, we are all Alexander," the first duplicate Alexander shook his head and said,
"The original didn’t have enough manpower, so he made copies of us. Except for some minor differences, whether in character, behavior, or memories, we are all real Alexanders."
All real?
"Ugh..."The bar owner, who had just woken up, fainted again upon hearing this shocking news.
"Short on manpower, so he clones himself? That’s our boss for you!"
Cain had never imagined such a move. He was stunned for a moment before finally giving a big thumbs-up.
By this point, the number of Alexander duplicates had reached over five hundred and was still increasing.All the duplicates turned their gaze towards the fainted bar owner.
"Big boss, leave it to me!"
Cain’s achievements weren’t solely due to his talent; he also had the ability to read the room.
He casually picked up a glass of alcohol from the table and splashed it on the furry face of the bar owner.With a soft hum, the bar owner slowly opened his eyes.
"Well done! What’s your name?" an Alexander duplicate asked appreciatively.
Cain was momentarily taken aback. Seeing the strange looks from the newcomers, he quickly said:"Big boss, it’s me! Cain! I’m Cain!"
"Oh... it’s you!" said the first duplicate, and the other duplicates also showed expressions of realization.
By this time, the bar owner had fully regained consciousness, suppressing the fear in his heart. He looked at the Alexanders who filled the bar with a face full of astonishment. "What on Earth is going on?"
Cain quickly interjected: "Who cares! You said that when my big boss arrived, you’d give him the highest treatment. You even said no amount of persuasion from anyone else would work. Serve the drinks!"
As he spoke, Cain glanced around the bar, eyeing the number of Alexander duplicates. Seeing that no more were coming in, he commanded: "A thousand servings of SSS-rated drinks, bring them now!"
"Ugh..."
Upon hearing this, the bar owner’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he fainted once again.
Now it was Cain’s turn to be dumbfounded.
Facing the disapproving gazes of the Alexander duplicates, he hurriedly explained: "I... I didn’t think he’d be this fragile! Fainting just like that, and he’s a Fierce-level ghost boss!"
"Actually, it’s not entirely our boss’s fault," said a puppet-ghost, trembling on the sidelines. "Business has been poor lately. The last time we had to compensate the Lord of Dark Hell, it cost half of our savings. A thousand servings of SSS-rated drinks would cost more than the entire bar!"
"No need for SSS, we want to finish the Instance as quickly as possible; the lowest-rated pass will do," the first duplicate Alexander waved his hand, seeing no signs that the bar owner was about to wake up.
"That’s easy, I’ll arrange it right away," the puppet-ghost sighed in relief and hurried to the back.
While it was "easy," it still involved catering to a thousand people, so the puppet-ghost took some time to prepare before bringing out the drinks.
Soon enough, the Instance was over, and over a thousand people, including Cain, were teleported away.
The moment the Instance ended and all the Chosen Ones left, a sigh of relief pervaded the entire bar.
All the ghosts, including the seemingly resilient puppet-ghost, collectively collapsed on the ground.
"Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!"
The puppet-ghost mumbled incessantly, his body limp as if he had been de-boned, unable to stand.
"A thousand Blackbeards! It’s so horrifying, who wouldn’t go weak at the knees?"
On the entire Undead Street, many residents operate Instances to gain "fear value" from scaring the Chosen Ones. But somehow, at this bar, the roles had been reversed.
Dragging his shaky legs, the puppet-ghost crawled over to the bar owner and nudged him awake.
"It’s over! Over! A thousand servings! We’re done for!" The bar owner came to, his face filled with despair.
"Boss, Lord Alexander and the others have left; the Instance is over."
"Left?" The bar owner jolted upright, his eyes suddenly brimming with surprise and delight.
"The chandelier is still there! He actually left me a light bulb. The ceiling wasn’t torn down? How surprising is this?"
The feeling was akin to a traveler in a desert finding an oasis, or a lone sailboat in the ocean catching sight of land, or even a single-player game without saved progress miraculously retaining some equipment.
"Boss, it’s all here, everything is still here!" With an inexplicable sense of melancholy, the puppet-ghost choked up a bit but also conveyed his relief.
"Alexander didn’t take anything this time; he completed the Instance with the lowest rating and left!"
"That can’t be! With a thousand Alexanders, it would be a surprise if they left us even a floor tile. Don’t try to console me..." The bar owner shook his head in disbelief.
However, he quickly observed the intact bar and exclaimed: "How can this be? Is this even Alexander?"
"Boss, I think... it’s not that he has changed," the puppet-ghost hesitated for a moment before speaking. "It’s that our stuff isn’t worth his attention! Even a robber wouldn’t bother stealing worthless junk!"
"Junk is good! I love junk!" The bar owner was ecstatic, displaying the relief of a man who had survived a calamity.
Then, as if a thought had suddenly struck him, he announced excitedly: "Listen up, everyone! From now on, no one is allowed to mention Alexander—or that person’s name! "
The puppet-ghost said tremblingly, "Boss, you’re absolutely right. I won’t dare to mention that name ever again; it’s just too terrifying."