"Damn it..." George said as he looked at the blue full moon. He felt nervous about the mission he had to do tomorrow.

"You're staying up?" Major Ivan asked as he walked towards George in his white t-shirt.

"Uhm, I can't sleep," George replied. "And I don't think I will be able to fulfill the mission successfully tomorrow." He said as he looked at his hands, "These hands only know how to work, and kill monsters, ever since the mass-scale invasion, I had to join the army, and I had no time to study. I don't know how to write properly and I am probably a retard when compared to everyone else. Please tell the General, that let me kill the monsters, don't make me do what I don't know." He continued as he looked at the Major's eyes in fear.

The Major's face turned visibly confused as his right eyebrow raised, "You don't know how to write properly?" He asked.

"Yeah, I mean, I can talk, I can read a bit. But I have troubling spelling words." George explained.

"No, that's not what I want to know. I don't care if you have a problem with writing or if you don't have any experience in spying. You have a gift, a gift that can change all that. You have more than one life. That itself is insane." The Major said before tapping George's shoulder, "So what if you don't know how to spy? Kill, Die, Learn, Adapt. For me and the military or anyone in this world, time is of the essence and it is most important that we use it to its max and we don't make any mistakes. But you. You are special. Make mistakes, get stabbed, get shot, but always learn and adapt after that. Tomorrow, you must do just that." He continued.

George nodded as he turned to look at the moon again, "I just wish that this world can be peaceful... No wars, no monsters, just... peace, just like this moment." He sighed.

Major Ivan nodded, "I don't need to hope about that anymore. Because that hope is right beside me." He said while turning to George.

"Cliche." George smiled as he walked back to his tent.

But what he didn't know was that the General was looking at him through a window with a black-and-white picture held in his hands. In the picture was a younger version of the General, and right beside him was a man that had a near-perfect resemblance to George. "That punk... He should have told me he had a son." He smiled as he looked at George walking to his tent.

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"Hey!" A man with dark skin shouted; he was wearing a suit, and his hair was cleanly cut.

"Yes sir?" George asked while eating his meal; he was still in the military canteen. Major Ivan told him that a person would help him on his mission.

"Drop the sir, I'm Agent Jefferson," Jefferson said as he sat in front of George. "I have heard of your feats, the first non-hunter to ever kill an A-rank monster. You have an impressive resume." He continued.

"Agent Jefferson, if I may, are you the guy that General Jordan sent to help me?" George asked.

"I hope I don't need to babysit your ass, but yes, I will be assisting you in this mission." He said as he pulled out his laptop from his bag and put it on top of the table. "As you might know, Brad Roth is holding a military convention today at night. There, he will be demonstrating the Neuralink." He added while he showed a picture of Brad Roth. "But that is something that you do not need to worry about. What you need to do, is to wait until the event is over, pretend to be one of the guards hired to protect Brad Roth, follow him to the Roth Tower, and get as much information as you can."

George nodded and smiled, "Wow, so I just wait, and get in a truck, pretend to be one of his guards, get into his building, take some information and get out? That's nice." He said, thankful that it sounded easy.

Agent Jefferson chuckled as he saw the naive George, "Well, say whatever you want." He said before looking at George's hair, "But before we go, we need to fix your hair." He continued while staring at the simple and messy 2 block cut.

"What's wrong with it?" George asked as he fiddled with his hair, "The barber said that it is a classic." He added.

"A classic for the K-pop stans. But you look like a hobo." Agent Jefferson replied as he stood up, "Follow me." He gestured to George as the both of them walked out.

George followed around the base and walked into another tent with the Agent, "Gosh! Why do you have a coconut for a head?" A man shouted, pointing at George's haircut.

Agent Jefferson smiled and tapped George's back before shaking the hands of the man who shouted, "Yeah, I brought him here to fix it. We need to go to Brad Roth's ceremony. Get him the best haircut he has ever had. I want it to be short but stylish." He said.

The barber nodded and turned to George, "Well, that shouldn't be hard. And it would be my pleasure to rid of another person's bad haircut." He said before pushing George to the chair and immediately getting to work.

"Wait! Can I at least choose my hairstyle?" George asked as he tried getting off the chair.

The barber got closer to George's face, "No. Now sit down and let me do my job." He replied with a smile.

George sighed and sat down as he saw the hair that he had been keeping long for a long time falling on his nose. "So long buddy..." He said as the barber started cutting his hair at a fast pace.

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"Why am I wearing a suit?" George asked Agent Jefferson with a confused look in his eyes.

They were both in a van that had a lot of equipment and computers. And they were right outside the hotel where Brad Roth's military convention was being held.