Then, disaster struck out of nowhere.
Several creatures that had smuggled themselves in from an Outer Plane clashed with pursuing enforcers from the Imperial Magic Net Administration Bureau in a fierce street battle.
Alonso happened to be passing by that day.
A stray shockwave struck him in the chest.
When he woke up, he found he had been in the hospital for three months.
The medical bills wiped out twenty years of his savings.
And it still wasn't enough.
He was also saddled with a massive debt.
So now, he had no choice but to toil away at work once more.
Wearing this server's uniform, standing here, smiling at every person who passed by.
"Alonso!"
The supervisor's voice called out again, even more impatient than before.
"What are you doing just standing there! The VIPs will be here any second! Get in position, now!"
Alonso snapped out of it, a smile instantly plastered on his face. He knew he wasn't standing in the wrong place. He was already in the correct position.
