The System In My Head

Poisonous dragon vs mutated fire dragon

Holding a yellow envelope, Ben takes the elevator to deliver him to the basement. Despite being far below the tower, the destination is a popular location: an internal studio where various departments produce photo and video content.

However, being popular means a mix of all kinds of people being passed. As soon as Ben stepped out, he heard a rough shout shake the space. "WHERE IS HE?!?"

After hesitating for a moment, Ben spoke to the receptionist, who pointed out the direction of the target to him. Walking to his designated destination, he entered a dark area with no windows, concrete floors, and high ceilings attached to several rows of black professional lighting fixtures. Finding a dark cave-like spot in the middle of Manhattan makes Ben raise an eyebrow. 'It looks like a dragon's nest...'

He smelled it himself...

It was a large space, with a lot of film equipment around it, and a lot of people operating it. Seeing them, Ben nodded. 'This is a dragon slave ...'

It was a film studio, so the assessment was close ...

Even more interesting is the setting in the middle of it all: a fairly bright set. There, Ben sees something he knows—a group of load racks.

It looked like an in-house gym, with a number of gym equipment and free weights organized.

"HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AN HOUR AGO!" On the edge of the set, surrounded by half a dozen people trying to calm him down, a fat middle-aged redhead roared into the air.

After recovering from a retired Guile sonic boom...Ben stepped towards the props moving near the stage. "Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Murphy."

The worker directs it to the center of all the noise of the big red — by himself.

Swallowing, Ben approached her. "Master, I have—"

The man's red face turned towards him with the expression of a savage beast whose son was kidnapped from his cave... "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?"

...

Ben took a breath to stay calm. He's not really interested in doing a beta dog dance.but he's here to do the job. "Sir, a message from the Publicist." he handed the envelope to Mr. Murphy.

With a frown as deep as the bowels of the earth, the big man pulled the envelope from Ben's hand and tore it apart furiously. Stuffing out the white paper before his eyes, he read the short message .. and his hands began to tremble ...

Throbbing blood vessels in such a big red head get a feeling ...

Then, his red eyes turned towards Ben. "TH*CKER CANCELLED VIA PR?!? THE BALLS! AND WHY DID THEY SEND A LITTLE **** LIKE YOU?!? THEY CAN'T PICK UP F*CKING?!?"

...

Everyone in the studio fell silent, for fear of provoking the fire-headed, fire-mouthed manager's fury.

Ben frowned, he had been tainted...

He narrowed his eyes. 'Variations of the fire dragon.you stepped over the boundary of your bloodline...'

Ben is a poisonous dragon, which he believes to be a much more noble creature than a mutated fire dragon...

He stared at the big red. 'Oh, that fat, red-haired joke I could throw at you .. will make you go back to being a fucking lizard ...'

However, Ben remained silent for two reasons. The first is compassion. 'Maybe he did this.for wanting the affection of a father...'

Second, Ben had a big heart and deep down he knew that this man, like every man, had a mother, a wife, and a wife, and if lucky—some girls with certain needs.

...

"Owen, give the boy a break, it's just his first day." An old man stepped forward from behind the big red and pushed it down. Seeing this old man, Ben realized that he knew him. Jacob, the interviewer who treated him well a few days ago.

Soon, the redhead stops eyeing Ben, because he understands that Jacob is right, and that won't solve his current problem.

Jacob smiled at Ben. "I'm sorry he. There's a serious problem here. We scheduled a photo shoot for an upcoming feature for their department website, but the hired players did not show up again. It's for the headline that has to go up tomorrow, which creates quite the dilemma. now."

Redhead Owen turned to the old man. "What are we doing now, Jacob? This is not a good situation for you either. We booked your entire production studio for this afternoon. If this continues, won't it be in vain?"

Jacob breathed. "Don't you have anyone who can fill in?"

"This guy is filling up! We pushed him back as far as possible to get a famous personal trainer. When he cancels, this is our next option. There's no one else!" Marvin frowned.

Kissing potential opportunities and driven by the ambition of his active social status multiplier, Ben turns to Jacob. "What job?"

This made the redhead frown in impatience but Jacob replied. "Owen was in charge of Male's Health magazine. They created a feature for the website for a modern training regimen for young men."

Checking the message on his phone, Owen shook his head and looked at Jacob. "I've spoken to my assistant. There is no one from the outside that we can get in such a short time. Jacob, you know everyone in that building. Isn't there an amateur bodybuilder working somewhere in this huge skyscraper?!?"

Jacob spread a helpless smile. "You lead a fitness magazine, you have to understand this better than I do. Most of the staff here are middle-aged workaholics. This isn't the kind of environment that attracts elite athletes."

Ben nodded. 'Work addicts.so they're addicted to workaholics...'

Then, he realized this was an opportunity. "So you need someone strong?"

Although Owen ignored him, Jacob nodded. That's when Ben's eyes flashed. "Let me do it! I'm strong!"

Everyone in the room looked at him... Although he had some muscles, he was short and not big enough for anyone to call him a powerhouse. As a result, Owen and many people nearby laughed out loud!

It was like watching a 5-year-old claim that they were going into space!

Owen even looked at Ben while doubling down and slapping his legs!

A few seconds later, Owen wiped the tears from his eyes. "Son, thank you for lowering my blood pressure, but don't be arrogant just because you've done curls on the squat rack ...

This is an international magazine. No one was interested in a slightly strong punk. This photo shoot is for professional bodybuilders. You should have seen the size of the aborted sh * thead meat head. Although you have some definitions, compared to him, you look like a crisp Skeletor neck pencil ..."

Jacob had another opinion. "Owen, you have to give him a chance."

big red squinting...

Jacob's eyes were enthusiastic. "I told you, this kid's an athlete!"

...

The senile old man was still confused from the recent interview .. but immediately made a good point. "Think about that. Isn't that an interesting feature? Employee training program Men's Health!"

Hearing this concept, Owen looked at Ben, and then at the extremely heavy load placed nearby and sighed. 'Even if he's an athlete, there's no way he's strong enough to deserve to be shown.'

Reading Owen's disparaging body language, Ben knew what he was thinking. After glancing at the load rack, and making sure it was unattainable after taking the two power herbs, Ben pointed to the load and spoke. "I ate it..."