*Bedroom*
Back in the same bedroom where all the "new life" shenanigans began, a chair creaked as a certain self-proclaimed extra sat before his study table with notes scattered everywhere like a cut scene from cliché novel.
*Zain's POV*
'Alright… here I come.'
'Hehe… I always wanted to say that.'
Sometimes, fulfilling tiny fantasies felt more heavenly than any grand miracle.
After indulging in that little moment of mischief, Zain refocused on his mission.
"So… where was I?"
"Ah yes, let's go through the notes again."
He skimmed the list of common web-novel clichés he'd made before breakfast.
Eventually, he reached the detailed planning stage.
'So… Labur.'
"What a lazy-ass naming."
"Did the author give up halfway? Labur… Labucha… what next, Labron?"
Finding the naming scheme hilarious, he typed it into the search bar as some sort of twister humour.
What he found, however was not twisted but...
"Hey?"
"…No way."
"That was supposed to be a joke!"
A moment later, his voice cracked with tensions that seems to spill.
"You're telling me… there's a whole hotel chain actually called Labrone??"
"Pfft— PUHAHAHAHA!"
For a full thirty seconds, Zain typed in and laughed on it like a deranged villain planning his next morally questionable NTR scene.
Tears glistened in his eyes, lips trembling, chin scrunched up as if the universe had delivered the punchline straight to his soul.
Finally, after exhausting himself, he wiped his tears and sighed.
"Gosh… this world is such a fun place."
Gathering himself from the trance he straightened his thoughts.
'Enough wasting time… back to planning.'
"What should I look for?"
"Hmm…"
'Unusual flora, suspicious caves, shadows pointing at weird angles, rocks that look out of place…'
"Well, that's everything I can think of."
He listed all the typical places where "cliché power-ups" were hidden in extra-type academy novels. With that, his action plan began taking shape.
"Alright, time to book the tickets."
He paused.
"Oh… wait."
'I can just ask my personal butler.'
"Now that I have one, why not use it?"
Realizing his background had perks, Zain relaxed his mind.
Then frowned as if some kind of epiphanic moment eluded him.
"Hold on..."
"Zain got orphaned because he needed money for academy…"
"So how do we still afford this lifestyle?"
His thoughts spiralling towards unseemly but definitive errors in the memory reels he received.
"For someone supposed to be poor… something feels off."
His thoughts began to derail into a suspicious rabbit hole.
Until he slapped both cheeks, quite but still hard.
'Later, Zain... think about it later....'
"But…"
Another slap, this one resounding, making his focus to be restored.
"So.... map, hiking kit, sleeping gear…"
He reviewed each checklist item, refining the plan with surprisingly meticulous focus.
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*A Different Room*
A room so clean it felt like someone had murdered their own personality and replaced it with OCD of professionalism.
*Khan's POV*
Our resident Butler was tinkering on his PC like a well oiled machine doing its routine work.
"I hope the boy won't wander into trouble."
Sitting at a perfectly organized PC table, Butler Khan showed a worried expression as he seemed to be looking to the boy by making sure he booked hotels and train tickets before his journey.
'Hopefully this trip helps the boy sense the psions to open his Root Gate.'
"Let their sacrifice have meaning…"
He sighed.
Worried or not, work was work, and ofcourse worship.
And so the butler continued planning the entire trip for Zain, hoping nature would awaken the boy's dormant chakra.