What Eating Contest? I'm Here for an Investigator Assignment!

Evan first went downstairs, bought an eighty-cent feast of greasy, salty carbs, and brought it home.

Then he sat by the window, soaking up an hour of sunshine while comfortably stuffing food into his mouth.

He could take his time in the sun today because spring break had begun.

The seven-day break ran from the fourteenth to the twentieth, and Evan had only one goal for those seven days: make money!

Lately, he had burned through all two or three thousand dollars of his savings on experiments and potions.

Now he had a pitiful forty dollars left in his pocket, while his home leaked and grew mold!

He was the leader of a Demon Hunter faction, the savior of the city's Beyonders, favored by the Son of God, and blessed with the power of four gods...

Yet he was worse off than a dockworker hauling sacks. No one would believe it if he told them.

Now that they had the Protection Potion, Richard's assignments and hunting plans were going smoothly. Evan had no need to interfere too much.

And with the fallout from Sapp Group finally settled, work in Bolton City had grown scarce lately.

Evan had no intention of competing with Richard and the others for what little prey remained.

After all, as their leader, he had far more options than they did!

As he took in all that energy, Evan distinctly felt his body warming up.

He felt like a car that had finally been filled with fuel, energy surging through him from head to toe.

When he finished eating, his stomach was about sixty percent full.

"Time to head to the station, or I'll miss the eating contest!"

After the meal, Evan sucked the grease from each finger, then went to the bathroom to clean himself up.