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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 368.

Chapter 368.

    Chapter 368.


    <strong>Chapter 368. Operation: Fatman (10/10)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘I get it.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘You agree?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Yes. In exchange for all of the ‘anything goes’ coupons you’ve stocked up.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘It’s about time. So when are we going to do it? Right now?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘You’re in the mood right now?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘This little operation left me with a lot of extra energy and I’ve got nowhere to let it all out.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘You can’t wait a bit longer?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘How long do you want me to wait?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘... until we get through this situation.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Just how much time are you trying to buy here?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘You’re my first love you know. I at least want it to be a good memory for both of us. Not one where it’s rushed.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Answer the question. How long?’ She wasn’t having any of my bullshit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘It will be before the start of our second year, that’s for sure. This will not be dragged out for the entire summer. Right now we’re buying time. By the end of June, I hope we can wrap this all up.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘So you’re telling me I have to wait all the way until the end of June?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘It’s only about two months, it’s a lot better than two years, don’t you think? It’s a pretty goodpromise if you ask me.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Haaaaaaah. And what do I get in return for waiting two months? If you have no bargaining chips, how do you expect to negotiate?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘I do have something I think you’d want though.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘And what is that?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Two weeks of paid vacation.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Huh? Go on… you’ve got my attention…’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘We can go on a trip together, out of the city, maybe travel across the country with just the two of us on my motorcycle. How does that sound for a bargaining chip?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘That… sounds pretty good actually. And you’re saying during those two weeks we can do it?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘As much as you want, to your heart''s content, until you’re satisfied.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘That is quite the tempting deal you’ve presented to me.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Well, do you ept, or not?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Haaaaaah… you win. It looks like I’ll be using my fingers while imagining it’s you tonight…’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘You didn’t need to tell me thatst part.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Well too bad, I did. Did you want to watch or something?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘No.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘How boring, you should have said yes. It’s unfair how Wisteria has done that sort of thing with you and I haven’t.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘I’m not responding anymore. I’ve got something else to take care of before I can head home.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Fine, fine. You go ahead and do that while I make myself feel good on your bed while hugging your pillow and wearing your shirt.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">I already said I wouldn’t respond anymore. I wanted to tell her to leave my pillow alone, but we’d end up going on like this forever. I’m sorry, my pillow, you’ll just need to take one for the team.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I closed out our conversation and opened my pictures. I keyed in Jass’s phone number and initiated the call.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...” When the call connected, it was silent at first.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... hello? Who’s… this?” He asked hesitantly while sounding as if he’d just been woken up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Jass, it’s Ran.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran? Look, whatever you’re selling, I’m not interested. Anyway, how’d you get that name and how’d you know I know someone named Ran? Ran doesn’t have my number and he’d never call me even if he did.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re right, I wouldn’t call you unless it was something important.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Wait… is this… really Ran and not some sketchy telemarketer on the other side of the world trying to sell me some crappy product?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not trying to sell you anything.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, did you get my number from Rosa or Alicia?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">They both had his number? Well, they did try to help him out with Izora, it made sense.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I got it from Rosa.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, did you, now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re sure about that, you got it directly from Rosa?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… yeah, I’m sure. Why, is something wrong?” Was he doubting me?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, nothing’s wrong. What’d you call me for sote that it couldn’t wait until tomorrow? It’s 11:00 PM at night already.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, the thing is, I need your help with something.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And what did you need my help with?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d like to discuss this with you in person. Can you text me your address?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s something you can’t say over the phone?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.” It was unlikely, but you never knew who was listening. There were surveince programs like PRISM that existed after all. It was better to be safe than sorry, especially with what I was doing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, I texted you the address. How long will you be?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“One sec.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I plugged in the address to get directions.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” That was the estimated driving time the app disyed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you walking?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Taking a bus?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’m driving.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re pretty far away then.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sort of.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, are you… actually… never mind.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What were you going to ask?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s nothing.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I lied. I got your number from Izora. That’s what you were really wondering about, isn’t it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? How’d you figure me out? Man, I was totally going to confront you when you got here and reveal my amazing deduction prowess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re easy to read. Your line of questioning made it way too obvious what was on your mind.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then… were you at her ce right now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Look, it’s definitely not what you’re thinking so don’t be quick to jump to conclusions on your own.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You mean you’re not two-timing and cucking me behind my back?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not two-timing or cucking you behind your back.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Haaaah. It was sad since I wasn’t lying, it’d long gone beyond simply two-timing. It seems you gravely underestimated how much of a piece of shit I really was.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright then. Hurry up and get over here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure. I’ll be there soon.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">…


    <span style="font-weight:400">Twenty minutester, right on time, I came to a stop outside a moderately sized house. Though his house wasn’tparable to Izora’s, it was still quite respectable for this area in the city.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Jass was waiting outside for me leaned up against the front door. When I removed my helmet and he realized it was me, he ran up to me with his eyes gleaming.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Dude, get the hell out of here. You own a motorcycle?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I do. It was cheaper than a car.” He still hadn’t ever seen me on it before now.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And looks way cooler! Don’t act like that didn’t influence your decision in choosing it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It didn’t…” I averted my eyes to the side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Bull shit it didn’t.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, it did… just a little bit.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Dude, can I go for a ride on it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell man, you came out here to ask me for a favor and you won’t even let me take your motorcycle out for a spin aspensation?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t have a motorcycle license, do you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, so what?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then you don’t even know how to drive it. What happens if you crash and wreck it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Come on! Just a little. I’m not going to crash it. I swear I’ll be careful.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Look, I can’t afford to lose this right now. It’s a lifeline of mine. If it’s gone, it could mean my death. I can let you ride it another time. Now is just really bad timing.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your death? You in trouble?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. And it’s nothing to joke about. One misstep and I could lose my life.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is this rted to why you contacted me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. It could put you in danger though… but, if you don’t help me… Rosa could be in danger.” Of killing someone. That part naturally went unsaid.


    <span style="font-weight:400">His gaze turned serious as he asked, “What’s going on exactly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A lot. But to sum it up, the Swastika gang is involved. That should be enough for you to figure it out, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Swastika, as in the gang filled with nothing but murderers and rapists?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Bro! How the hell did you get caught up with them? It’s literally been less than a week since school went out! You’re already chronically ill and now you’ve got Swastika out to kill you? Bro, just pack your bags, move out of this city, and live out the rest of your life in a retirement home, please. Your short handicapped lifespan is begging you for mercy. Actually, what the hell man? It slipped my mind but of all the vehicles you could get, you got a motorcycle? Dude, are you even taking life seriously, or are you just suicidal?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Haaaaah. Look, the whole chronically ill thing was a bullshit story I told the school so I could skip as much as I wanted without worry.’ If I really said that, I wonder how he’d react.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Got nothing to say?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My motto is to live life free and to the fullest whileughing death in the face. Nature won’t decide how I die. I’ll decide the day I die myself.” Perhaps that sort of mentality is what got me into this situation where I found myself back in high school. Nature got pissed, threw a tantrum, and said no, I want a redo. I’ll definitely kill you myself next time. Here, you can even have a lifespan as long as you want by collecting souls, but even with it, I’ll kill you properly this time around.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What’s with nature? Please stop acting like a child and don’t send people back to high school casually because you’re salty over not being able to personally kill them with your own hands. You’re seriously going to break the space-time continuum one of these days if you’re not careful. Please grow up and be more responsible, Nature.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Trying to sound cool? Seriously, just what the hell do you want me to do? Tell me first and I’ll decide whether to help after you tell me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I looked at Jass seriously, opened my mouth, then exined the situation and what it was I needed him to do starting tomorrow.


    <span style="font-weight:400">…


    <span style="font-weight:400">In the early morning, the following day, it was Monday when I received an email. It was before my shift at work and from thest critical piece I needed in y on the chessboard.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The email I received contained a phone number. It requested I call them and have a chat directly. I found a payphone before work and called them as requested.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The only thing I’ll say about our conversation is, it went well enough. They would need to verify some things before cooperating, but once they did, they were on board with my n.


    <span style="font-weight:400">They would send me another email when they were ready to talk next. That next call would be when I’d find out for certain whether they would join my side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The n hade together beautifully.
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