Last Wizard King's SSS-Level Magic system in Modern World
Chapter 63: Would you like to join a Cult? - Part 1

Chapter 63: 63: Would you like to join a Cult? - Part 1

Liam’s body ached as he dragged himself out of bed and toward the kitchen. He was sure he was coming down with something, and the lack of sleep wasn’t helping his case.

He popped a few pills into his mouth to try to feel better before preparing breakfast and getting ready to head out.

Before leaving, Liam caught his reflection in the mirror one last time, and it made him flinch.

His face was chalky white, with dark circles under his eyes that stood out even more than usual—but not in a good way. He looked sick and malnourished at first glance, and even he could tell it would probably be better to take the day off.

"No, there’s no need to take a day off for something so small. I don’t need to do much at work anyway. And with no Aria around to cause trouble, I’ll be fine."

With a last-minute pep talk, Liam finally left for work. That was when he realized it might have been better to stay home today, especially with the way his vision was going in and out of focus as he drove his bike.

System, can you make sure I don’t crash into someone? I don’t think I can do this on my own, Liam complained as he closed his eyes for a brief second—a terrible decision when driving. But whatever was affecting Liam’s health seemed to have clouded his judgment as well.

Thankfully, the system was there to bail him out.

[Activating temporary auto-mode. System will guide the host.]

Liam’s muscles relaxed as he felt magic take over, guiding him safely. It was nothing short of a miracle that he didn’t hit anyone on his way to work.

Finally, he parked his bike in its designated spot and walked into the store. The peace and quiet of the place seemed to dull his headache, if only slightly.

"Lucas, I’m clocking in," Liam called, knowing his boss could hear him from anywhere in the store. Lucas had a knack for always being aware of what was going on.

Liam got behind the counter to relax. People didn’t usually start coming into the store until late afternoon, so he wasn’t expecting the door to open or hear the sound of the bell.

He was surprised when it actually rang. Quickly looking toward the door, he saw the same teenager from yesterday, holding a piece of glass in his hand.

The teenager raised the glass high, and the light reflecting from it made it shine brilliantly. The brightness made it hard for Liam to keep his eyes open, and he instinctively closed them for a moment.

When he opened them again, the teenager was much closer than he’d been a second ago, staring at Liam with a fascinated expression.

"Ah, I see. So this is how it is. How fascinating..."

Liam looked at the teenager with an awkward expression before deciding to approach him earnestly.

"Excuse me, but it’s against store policy to make videos in here. If you could please stop recording—"

Liam trailed off as he scanned for a camera but couldn’t see one. Something deep inside him told him that this teenager wasn’t here to shoot a video.

Liam sighed, rubbing his temples as the teenager stared at him with wide, fascinated eyes. His patience was running thin, but he tried to keep his tone polite.

"Look, kid, I don’t know what kind of social media stunt you’re pulling here, but can you keep your camera and whatever tricks you’re planning outside the store? We have rules about that kind of thing."

The teenager tilted his head, clearly confused.

"Camera? Tricks? What are you talking about?"

Liam frowned. The genuine confusion in the teenager’s voice threw him off, but before he could press further, the teen suddenly grabbed his hand. Liam froze.

"Hey! Personal space!"

The teenager ignored Liam’s protests, his grip surprisingly firm for someone so young.

"Would you be interested in joining a cult? We offer a lot of benefits to our members. You will be able to move up in society if you join us today."

"What?! Are you serious right now? A cult? Do I look like someone who’d be interested in something like that?"

Liam yanked his hand back, staring at the teen as if he’d just grown a second head.

The teen didn’t seem fazed by Liam’s reaction.

"It’s not what you think. We’re not one of those weird groups or anything. We’re more like...a gathering of like-minded people. People like you."

Liam narrowed his eyes.

"People like me? What’s that supposed to mean?"

"You know, here"

the teenager said cryptically, as if that explained everything.

Before Liam could stop him, the teenager shoved a small card into his hand. It was black with intricate golden symbols etched onto it, and it felt oddly warm to the touch.

"Just show up tomorrow. The address is on the card. You won’t regret it."

The teenager said with a grin.

Liam immediately shoved the card back at him.

"No thanks. I’m not interested. Take it back."

But the teenager refused to accept it, his grin never wavering.

"You’ll change your mind. Keep it."

"No, I really don’t—"

The teenager had already turned on his heel and walked out the door, leaving Liam standing there with the card still in his hand. He stared at it for a moment before shaking his head in frustration.

"Unbelievable,"

He muttered, walking over to the trash can. Without a second thought, he tossed the card inside and dusted off his hands.

"Problem solved."

The rest of the day dragged on, the shop unusually quiet. Every now and then, Liam’s thoughts drifted back to the teenager and his strange behavior.

A cult? Really? He couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

Finally, closing time arrived. Liam stretched, his muscles still sore from the previous night’s restless sleep, and grabbed his purse to fish out his keys.

But as he rummaged through it, his fingers brushed against something unexpected.