I Borrowed Money From My Bullies Before Faking My Death Chapter 17

And now, I wouldn’t stay either.

Seven years of freedom. Drifting. Doing whatever I wanted.

Came back to finish the last task. Got my payout. Now I could travel the world again. Why would I stay?

I was sprawled on a beach chair, soaking up sun.

The System’s voice drawled in my head.

[Everything’s a mess. They’re all searching for you. And here you are. Relaxing.]

I sipped my chilled juice. Squinted lazily. Enjoyed the fresh ocean breeze.
[Huh? Let them search.]

I stretched.

Today was a beautiful day. Perfect for enjoying.