Writing a Letter (New book seeking support!)

Returning to his room, he saw Sean walking out of the bedroom, patting Sulu on the shoulder: "Look on the bright side, buddy... I know it's tough having a crush turn into a serial killer, but look at it another way—isn't that kind of cool?"

"Cool?"

Sulu barely managed to maintain his deadpan expression. If only he knew that this serial killer was practically created by his own hand; even he hadn't realized she was that ferocious.

After all, he had only issued a command to stay away. Now it seemed the Corpse Princess had indeed gone far away, but she had also done quite a few other things.

"Alright, let's not talk about that. Let's talk business! There's a gig, you in?"

It was rare for Sean to actually talk about business.

"What kind of job?"

In the White Eagle Federation, college students working part-time was a daily routine. Especially for Sulu, who, after considering his recent expenses, felt it was necessary to pad his wallet.

But Sean didn't have much credibility in this regard. Especially after the last time he was nearly swindled into working as a bar host, Sulu made sure to ask for clear details every time.

"Cleaning the sewers in the university district..." Sean said with a bitter face: "Although it's dirty, smelly, and exhausting, there's little competition, and the employer is willing to pay a high wage of 50 Toner per day!"

"You aren't trying to drag me in just to make up the numbers, are you?"

Sulu stared at Sean with suspicious eyes: "Or are you hiding something? Don't lie to me, I have my own channels for investigation, you know that!"

Upon hearing this, Sean immediately slumped: "I've already signed the contract with the employer. If I can't finish it, I'll face a massive claim for damages... Sulu, you can't just leave me hanging!"

"I knew it..." Although it was a dirty, grueling job, the pay was decent. Sulu felt a bit strange: "With a daily wage of 50 Toner, are you really worried about not finding anyone?"

Sean's expression suddenly became difficult to describe: "Well... Sulu, regarding the sewer area in our university district, there have been some strange rumors lately!"

"Strange rumors?!" Sulu's spirit stirred; he was actually interested now: "Like what?"

"For instance... some people have heard the cries of vengeful spirits in the sewers, and there are even legends... that there's a monster in the depths! A sanitation worker who was hired previously got injured because of it and was sent to the hospital..."

Sean said with a pained expression: "And the employer refuses to raise the pay, so it's dragged on until now... I saw him yesterday at the St. George Student Mutual Aid Association and chatted for a bit. I swear, just one sentence... and I accidentally signed the contract. Now, no one is willing to work with me, only you!"

"Are you sure you didn't just greedily sign the contract because of the generous pay, only to realize it was a trap after investigating later?"

Sulu highly doubted the character of this guy.

"Wuu wuu... I'm sorry!"

Sean immediately knelt: "The other party subcontracted the project to me and gave me a total of 10 Silver Dollars. I have to get this done within ten days, otherwise, I'll have to pay 10 times the damages... Sulu, you have to help me!"

"Heh..."

Sulu crossed his arms and sneered: "And you were trying to swindle me at the start?"

"I contacted as many people as I could, but no one paid me any mind!" Sean laughed awkwardly: "Luckily, I thought of you immediately... Sewer monsters and such are just horror stories. Didn't you study combat, Sulu?"

"This matter... it's not impossible!"

Sulu thought for a moment and nodded: "But... I need a payment of 6 Silver Dollars!"

"Ah! You might as well kill me!" Sean jumped up as if he had been stabbed.

"Then 7 Silver Dollars!"

"Holy shit, why does your bargaining go up?"

"Pay half upfront, or no deal!"

After some playful banter, Sulu agreed, setting the payment at 6 Silver Dollars with half paid upfront.

This was already quite generous. If it weren't for the fact that there was a monster in the sewers actually hurting people, a whole crowd would have been fighting for the job.

Sulu felt that he was at least better off than that injured sanitation worker; as long as he was careful, he would likely be fine.

Furthermore, having these 6 Silver Dollars would be a nice boost to his wallet.

He looked at the silver paper currency in his hand. This was the third edition recently issued by the White Eagle Federation. The banknotes were a pale silver color, thick and crisp, and touching them gave him an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

On the front was the portrait of the "Founder" and "Father of the Nation," Stephen Slay, while the back featured the Federation's landmark steel structure—the Goddess of Light Memorial Tower located in Posi Port.

Every banknote issued at this time had strict serial numbers and watermark anti-counterfeiting marks, and could be exchanged for one Silver Eagle coin at any bank; it was absolutely authentic.

But Sulu knew that if history followed its trend, the federal government would eventually issue a decree to cancel this peg, making the paper currency true "national credit bonds."

If I take this opportunity to hoard Gold Dragons and Silver Eagles, I might be able to make a fortune!

"3 Silver Dollars... that's more than half of my savings!"

Sean looked at the three 1-Silver Dollar notes in Sulu's hand, his eyes filled with reluctance, as if his girlfriend had been stolen. Finally, he turned his head away fiercely: "We have a deal. Remember your promise, we start at eight tomorrow morning!"

"No problem!"

Driven by necessity, Sulu had done plenty of dirty and grueling work before, so he answered without a care.

He returned to his bedroom, thought for a moment, pulled out some stationery, and began to write:

[Dear Rhode Potterley:

Sorry for the late reply. I would be very happy for you to come to Nia City to meet me. To be honest, I have encountered many difficulties recently, such as... a shadow that kills! It looks like a mass of flowing shadow... Sorry, I can't find a better way to describe it. My meager knowledge as a monster hunter is not enough to identify it. I hope you can provide me with some help!

Sulu Potterley]

As for the more advanced matters like the Dawn of Gods or the Transcendental Awakening, Sulu prepared to wait until Rhode arrived and resolved his current troubles before the two of them had a proper face-to-face discussion.

"Hmm... the tone is about right, and the habitual expressions are as well..."

After finishing the writing, Sulu checked it over and was fairly satisfied.

Ever since he had completely acquired the original owner's memories, he felt no difficulty at all in impersonating Sulu Portley and no longer feared meeting with his family.

What's more, in the current situation, he might already be in danger and had to find a way to break the deadlock.

Whether it was by increasing his own strength or seeking outside help!

"I'll send the letter out tomorrow!"

Sealing the envelope, Sulu made up his mind to mail the letter before starting work tomorrow.

At the speed of the Federal Post Office, it would arrive in Gusta State in about five days, and if Rhode took the same amount of time to travel back, it would take ten days at the earliest and half a month at the latest.

"In other words, in the worst-case scenario, I will receive reinforcements in half a month?"