The Bored Immortal-Novel

Two days later…

"So, kid, you wanna work part-time here as a delivery boy?" An old man wearing a cap and uniform of a delivery company asked lazily as he sat in a chair behind a desk. It was quite obvious this wasn't the first time he had seen kids coming here for part-time jobs and looking to earn some pocket money.

"Yes! I want to earn something while studying as well," Viktor eagerly said, though he wasn't mainly doing this for money but the fact that he heard those who do part-time jobs would get extra credits in the college he was going to go to.

Apparently, since students from rich backgrounds studied the most there, the college authorities wanted to promote the ability of students being able to learn to manage money and time on their own while learning some basic things as well.

This was something most rich kids had no idea of since they had people to do everything for them. But the moment they become alone in some situation, they turn out to be helpless.

The old man scanned the slim and tall youngster in front of him from top to bottom before saying, "Alright, boy. It seems like even if you don't have much muscles, you have enthusiasm. I will hire ya for ten bucks per ten deliveries."

Cheap labour was something he would gladly entertain since the more hands he had at delivering packages, the more commission he can make.

Viktor couldn't believe what he had just heard as he asked with widened eyes, "Ten bucks for ten deliveries? That is like a dollar for 1 delivery. That's just too low, sir. Please increase it. Don't take advantage of me because I am a student."

The old man scoffed as if he was amusing himself with this boy's reaction and said, "Kid, this is how things run here, and we are the best delivery partner in town. I bet none of the other companies would hire a guy who looks like a small gale of wind could blow him away. I am being really kind here, kid."

"Hello, sir! I had called you before regarding me working here as a part-timer. Here, I have filled all the application forms as requested," A girl's spirited voice sounded from the back, and Viktor saw a girl with mini short jeans and wearing a white tan top, highliting her ample breasts, walking in with a bunch of forms in her hand.

She was looking around eighteen years old, had beautiful waist-length golden hair with flawless features that went along with her glowing white skin. In fact, her skin was a bit paler than the locals, making Viktor wonder if she was a foreigner. It was as if she had never walked under the sun.

Her scarlet red lips were sucking on a lollipop, making the way she was sucking on it quite seductive.

But just like her curvy body, her face was quite alluring as well, to the point just a simple batting of her light gray eyes could make a man drool, though Viktor was immune to such charms.

She only briefly glanced at the young man standing beside her before handing over the forms to the old man, who immediately curved his lips into a fawning smile as he said, "Ah, you must be Vanessa, right? Please let me process your application, and you can start working anytime."

Vanessa nodded as she handed over her forms and lazily asked, "Just to confirm, what was my pay again?"

The old man's lips curved into a big, wide smile as he said, "It will be 100 bucks per ten deliveries. I hope this is to your satisfaction."

"Well, whatever. Sounds good," Vanessa shrugged while Viktor's eyes were twitching cause this was just blatant favoritism.

He immediately realized that this old man was a simp and would do anything for an eye candy like this girl.

"It's done. Your ID will be ready by next week, but you can start anytime as you wish."

"Kay. I am going then," Vanessa left at the same speed she came in while Viktor slowly turned towards the old man and said in an indignant tone, "Sir, what you just did is injustice. I can't let it pass."

The old man snickered, knowing what this boy meant, "Kid, this is how reality is like. What do you mean by saying you can't let it pass? Do you think you are superman to prevent injustice? Eat my shoes, heh."

"I might be no superman…but I got something that is super powerful in a way…," Viktor said with a harrumph as he took out his new phone and continued, "I just recorded your entire interaction with that girl without you knowing. I can publish this to my social handle, where I got thousands of followers. Maybe they might appreciate me for letting them know of a perverted old man preying on young girls in this area."

The old man's eyes widened as he suddenly reached out for the guy's phone, "Give that to me, kid!" The last thing the old man wanted was his wife to see that video on the internet and give him hell. These days even his wife knew how to watch videos and stuff from the internet and was very concerned about it.

Viktor quickly moved his hand as he said firmly, "No way! I told you I don't like injustice, and I make sure to spread awareness to people about the injustice going around in their town. If I publish this video by next week, you will lose 90% of the part-timers here. Are you willing to lose that much, old man?"

While trying to catch his phone, the old man accidentally let his fragile little brother bump against a nail that was sticking out from the old desk before him, making his expression contort and bloat up as he fell back on his seat while clutching his crotch, "Urghhh!!"

"Oh no! Old man, are you suffering some organ failure? Let me help!" Viktor said in a concerned tone as he immediately walked over to the old man and pressed on the man's hands which were holding his crotch.

"AAAAH!!" The old man felt as if an iron block was pressing over his hands which were holding his crotch area, making him feel as if his little brother might get squished into a pulp.

"Hm! Hm!" Viktor was pressing the man's hands diligently as if he was giving CPR but in the wrong location.

"STOP! Stop! Just go! I will give you 200 bucks for ten deliveries!" The old man couldn't endure it nor even stop the skinny youngster who surprisingly was too strong.

Viktor immediately stopped 'helping' the poor old man as he said with a smile, "Thank you very much for your kindness, sir. I will make sure to come on time."

The old man readily nodded with a crying expression, praying to god to take this son of a devil away from him.

Viktor happily came out of the building and mumbled, "Hmm, time to hunt for another job. Maybe for the next one, I should go as Lucien…"