I spent the entire day operating out of the market district, where I sold off a few high-tier system health potions to some ultra-wealthy elites. Flipping them at a premium prize secured me a nice stack of cold cash to fund my operations on Earth.
After wrapping up my business, I returned to my guard post as usual. Laying flat on my single bed inside the caretaker's quarters, I pulled out my phone to dial Mio.
My plan was to use Mnemomancy on her to allow me to smoothly lock onto her brainwaves, giving me a clear grasp of her mind, her daily schedule, and whatever twisted thoughts she was harboring.
Ring... ring...
The line droned on until the automated voicemail cut it off. No answer. I furrowed my brows, staring at the blank screen.
'What the hell is this bitch doing that's more important than answering her phone?'
Groaning as I forced myself up from the mattress, I walked over to the wooden bookshelf lining the far wall.
