Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

Chapter 155: Archives [I]

After arriving at Michael's front door, I had Juliana drop off the duffle bag and sent her away.

She was more than happy to be dismissed and didn't ask any follow-up questions.

Once she walked off, I rang the doorbell.

After a few seconds, I rang it again.

Then again. And again. 

Finally, the door swung open and Michael appeared to answer. "Oh my god! Can you wait a few seconds like a normal person?" 

"I did," I replied flatly.

"For five seconds?!" Michael exclaimed.

"Yes," I said, shoving him aside as I stepped into his apartment. "I'm a busy man, Michael. I waited five seconds for you, and that's the time I'll never get back in life." 

Michael gave me a deadpan look, though his eyes twisted as if he was experiencing physical pain from my existence. "Yes, you boy genius. That's how time works!"

I rolled my eyes and pointed to the duffle bag at his feet without looking back, continuing further inside. "Anyway, grab that bag." 

"H-Hey! I didn't invite you in!" Michael stuttered before quickly picking up the bag and following me into his own home.

I came to stand in his hallway — if it could even be called that — and looked around.

The layout of his rooms was rather simple — a foyer opened up into a small drawing room that connected to a kitchen on the left and a laundry room on the right.

Two rooms — one bedroom and one spare — were attached to the hallway at the other end.

And… yeah, that was it.

Moreover, his rooms were so plain that it bordered on depressing.

Bare walls, no curtains, and a bed frame without a mattress in his bedroom.