"Morning... another beautiful day!"
At 233 Comet Street, Aaron opened the window and stretched.
Though the air carried the unpleasant stench of chemicals and seemed mildly toxic to the human body, the Fourth Primordial's "Furnace" simply did not care about such things.
Let alone a little air pollution—even food and water laced with energy radiation, Aaron could drink with great relish.
Then turn it all into rich fuel for the Furnace!
Even if he suffered injuries and contamination, the Fifth Primordial's "Perfect Person" could swiftly recover.
Not to mention that he was also the Sixth Primordial's "Crown Bearer," possessing the power of the entire Spirit Realm's response.
And finally, "Longevity"!
In short, this little environmental pollution could not even put the slightest dent in his immortality!
Through the window, Aaron looked down at the street.
The streets were quiet during the day... if one ignored the heaps of garbage, they were actually rather pleasing to the eye.
Night City did not welcome the unemployed. Even the wildest hippies of the night had to find work during the day, lest their account balances hit zero—a tragedy.
"Morning... Doctor!"
Black Mansa had changed into worker's clothes. As she passed downstairs, she called out a greeting to Aaron.
"Good day, Miss Black Mansa."
Aaron nodded in return. He truly had never seen Black Mansa dressed like this before.
"Don't judge me by how I was yesterday—I'm a full-time employee of Louis Food Factory..."
Black Mansa proudly puffed out her chest. "Not only is the pay high, I can even sneak back some 'defective' nutrient paste. It tastes pretty good too. I'll bring you some to try next time..."
"Thank you!"
The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, but he still expressed his thanks as he watched Black Mansa head off to work.
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