“Take this, Ultra Dark Wave!” Said the humongous robot, with a male’s voice.

Gathering the power within, a sword disconnected from the robot, and started attacking in the air with a special technique.

Symbols appeared one after another, combining with various colours, until it was overflowing, then the ‘Energy Symbol’ flew towards the enormous monster it was fighting.

“No! It can’t be… I can’t lose.. Ahhhh…..” Said the octopus-like monster, as it exploded.

The robot gave the octopus monster its back, and took a pose while the unfortunate monster kept wallowing in pain as it exploded.

“My shop!” Screamed a man from the streets, while staring at a crumbled building.

With a sad expression, he fell on his knees, and gathered as much as into his lungs as he could.

“DAMN YOU ROBOT FIGHTERS!”

-- It all started 23 years ago…

The old man, reborn as a baby, grew up in life with ease. In a world where floating solar-powered cars exist, he had a lot of new studying to do.

Using his past knowledge and superior intellect, he was able to memorize and solve many questions that current scientists work to solve; yet, he was not into any of the ‘super’ jobs that are given for smart people.

In his past life, his only wish was to create a successful business, not even branch or anything like such, just a simple shop that sells well.

Using most of his free time, he studied in business, and ways to ‘persuade’ customers into buying his merch, and finally, he graduated at 20 years old, and started working and saving money for his shop.

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Then one day while he was working part-time in a store, the owner came up to him.

“Harold, I have great news for you?” Said the man in his 50s.

He was an honest man, with a well-trimmed black beard and short hair, his body was slim, as you would expect of a businessman, which he sadly isn’t.

“What’s up?” Said the young man, with a concerned tone.

“A friend of mine seems to have decided to retire, and he wouldn’t mind giving away his shop to you.” With a serious tone, he said.

Harold had his mouth gaping for a second, before he was reminded.

“What’s the catch?”

“Since you have been under me for a while, you know well how business works.”

Harold nodded, yet his mind was cautious.

“Due to that, you will have to train his children, since they have not gotten enough experience.”

“So, they will be my staff?” Asked Harold.

“Mhm.”

“.. May I know who they are?”

“Only after you accept.” The man said with a grin.

Harold stood there, pondering whether he should accept or not, until it he realized…

“What type of shop is it?”

The old man clicked his tongue before mumbling under his breath.

“Should have just accepted it..” But it was audible enough for Harold to hear it.

“A shop for women’s clothes.” Said the old man with a stern tone.

After a while of bickering and information gathering, they finally got into an agreement, and it was decided that he will go once the month has ended.

And just after it had ended, he rushed to his shop, but sadly, just as he was unlocking the door with the card, a giant octopus fell on it while exploding. Harold was devastated, his face twitched, as he uncontrollably shouted.

“My shop!”

--Returning to the current time, his tears-filled eyes glanced at the standing robot. Hatred and despair filled his mind, as he took out the strongest sword of Eugene Gustus.

Powered by his emotions, it started flaming, red hot, growing longer by the second. He stepped forward with mind-crushing pressure, holding the sword by his sides, as he got ready to slash.

“Huh?”

To be instead tripped over by a random pebble. His grip on the sword still held itself, while his body sliding in the air slashed the remnant buildings, turning them into a second Pompei.

His face hit the ground, further agitating him, however, the robot disassembled, and flew over the horizon.

“ROBOT FIGHTERS, I’LL HAVE YOUR DAMNED HEADS NEXT TIME!” Said Harold, to no one in particular.

Finally gaining his bearings, he stared once again into the ruined shop, with tears still dropping from his eyes.

“They ruined the lingerieeeeee!” He screamed louder, making it this day the incident called as 'A pervert's shop destruction'.