[Balance: 682,769,285]
Looking at the balance on her phone, Clara let out a small sigh of relief. If, in the past, her account had held even 110,000 credits, she would have laughed herself awake from her dreams.
But if her balance suddenly dropped to 110,000 now, she'd probably see black and drop dead on the spot.
'No idea when Asta will transfer that five billion and hundred billion.'
'Ah well, Asta said a month, so I'll just wait a month~ Six billion is enough to last me a lifetime anyway.'
Just thinking about her balance transforming into 105.6 billion a month from now made a silly giggle bubble up from her throat.
"Ahem." Clara snapped back to reality and quickly cleared her throat.
She wasn't that old deadbeat anymore. Mere money couldn't catch her eye now. She couldn't let herself get happy over something so trivial.
If others found out, they might think Clara was broke!
Once that thought crossed her mind, she seemed to undergo a sort of enlightenment. Money... didn't seem to hold the same weight it once did.
Right...
Who in their right mind would complain about having too much money?
"Hmm... enough of that. Time to go find Sam to play with~"
Clara stood amidst the cosmos, indulging in her delightful fantasies for a while longer before finally remembering why she was floating out here in the first place.
"Should be on this planet, right?"
Staring at the pitch-black planet before her, Clara somewhat uncertainly pulled out the coordinates Silver Wolf had given her to double-check.
"Sam came to this godforsaken place to make money?"
After confirming it was indeed the planet in front of her, Clara tilted her head in confusion.
Shouldn't you go to a prosperous planet to earn money? A place like this... at a glance, it didn't seem like you could make much here...
'Whatever. With Sam's train of thought, I could ponder it for a few Amber Eras and still not get it.'
Clara silently complained internally, then descended toward the "godforsaken" planet before her.
(A/N: The story's true female lead, Firefly, is about to make her entrance! For convenience, we'll call her Sam in her Sam form, and Firefly in her Firefly form~)
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"Huh, it's a bit better than I imagined."
Though still decidedly godforsaken, it was a far cry from the completely deserted, everywhere-in-ruins scene Clara had pictured.
Following the traces Sam left behind, Clara touched down on what passed for a relatively bustling street on this planet.
Well... perhaps it was the most bustling street on this planet.
The street was packed with pedestrians, all sorts of merchants setting up stalls, waiting for "destined customers" to arrive.
Clara gave a casual glance and found it was all complete junk, and the merchants were all unscrupulous scoundrels.
Then again, she wasn't some overpowered protagonist from a wish-fulfillment novel. What were the odds of just strolling around and stumbling upon some heaven-defying treasure?
Not that she'd care even if there were such treasures, of course.
"Hmm, seems you really can make money here, though."
After witnessing a fool get scammed out of tens of thousands of credits for a piece of junk by a merchant, Clara had to admit this sort of place did seem suitable for earning cash.
'The public order here really isn't great,' Clara thought to herself with an internal sigh.
From the moment Clara landed until now, no fewer than five hundred pairs of eyes had turned her way.
And of those five hundred, a good ninety-nine percent looked at her with eyes burning with fervor and greed.
No need to think too hard—they were all lusting after her.
In the past, feeling such gazes would have made Clara secretly quite happy.
Why happy? Because these hormone-driven fools would come running to hand her money, even if they were all paupers...
But now? She wasn't short on cash anymore. So you hormone-driven idiots are useless to me. Daring to look at me with eyes like that—do you think you're all pretty girls or something?
Clara: (♯▼皿▼)
"AHHH!!!"
Suddenly, countless cries of "Ah!" erupted all around. Every single person who had looked at Clara with those filthy eyes instantly had their eyeballs explode, turning into a mess of blood and fluid that dripped to the ground. (T/N: Brutal)
"Hmph." Clara snorted coldly. She was no saint. This time, it was just their eyes. Next time they look with that kind of gaze...
Well, no. Seems they can't look anymore.
Problem solved.
'Let's see, where's Sam~ Ah, found her.' Clara followed Sam's aura, searching for her location, and quickly pinpointed it.
She began hopping lightly toward the spot.
...
"Welcome, everyone, to today's Deathmatch Arena!"
"Today's challenger hails from a renowned organization across the cosmos..."
"The Stellaron Hunters!"
As the voice fell, a silver-white mecha appeared in the deathmatch arena.
With the mecha's appearance, the atmosphere in the arena instantly reached its peak.
'What in the world is Sam up to?'
In an inconspicuous corner of the deathmatch arena, Clara propped her chin on her hand, watching Sam's appearance on the field with confusion.
"The Stellaron Hunter, Sam. I don't think her reputation needs much introduction."
"Her opponents are one hundred Class-A fugitives of the Interastral Peace Corporation!"
"Combined, they possess enough power to destroy any planet!"
"So, let's all look forward to seeing who will emerge victorious in this battle!"
"The winner will claim a bounty of ten million credits!"
Hearing the host's words, Clara understood.
'That really does suit Sam's style.'
"But..." Clara shifted her gaze to Sam in the arena.
"Given Sam's destructive nature, can she really collect that ten million intact?"
...
On the field, Sam looked at the hundred figures before her, not a trace of fear in her demeanor.
Instead, she stretched out her hand and gave a light, beckoning squeeze toward the hundred.
"Leave now. No one gets hurt."
"Otherwise..."
Infinite flames erupted from Sam's body, surrounding the entire battlefield, leaving the hundred with no path of retreat!
"You will all die!"
Witnessing the scene, Clara's eyes sparkled. She hurriedly took out a memory crystal, secretly recording everything happening on the field.
'So cool, Sam.'
'I wonder what Firefly will think when she sees what's in this memory crystal?'
...
Clara: Regarding Sam
Cool. So cool. Unbelievably cool.
As Sam's devoted fan, I record every one of her battles with my memory crystals~~
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T/L: Word of the day, Milquetoast, meaning someone who is a timid or feeble person.
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