She is not an investigator.

His body had never felt so weak. Just getting himself out of the bathtub had already left him exhausted. His pale complexion and slender body made him realize that something unusual had probably happened to his body.

He had seen similar cases; whether it was humans who had turned into ghouls or poor souls who had been bitten by vampires, their bodies would undergo some changes.

So he forced himself to stand up straight, his somewhat dazed mind swaying slightly, and looked at the only mirror in the room that resembled a bathroom.

His...or rather, her appearance at this moment, was reflected in the mirror.

Her skin was too pale, her body too slender, her long golden hair striking, and her heterochromatic eyes were blue and yellow.

Aaron rarely sees such beautiful girls, and sadly, he has now become one of them.

She may be somewhat malnourished and anemic, but overall she is healthy and not particularly sickly. Her slender and delicate hands also indicate that she does not do much manual labor, which makes her more like a genuine young lady.

A young lady who died in the bathtub.

There was a set of clothes on the shelf in the bathroom. It was new and very clean, so much so that Aaron felt it was prepared especially for her.

Unfortunately, there was no underwear, only a white shirt, a vest, and a pair of exceptionally fitted leather trousers.

This is not clothing that a woman would wear. Perhaps there are, but it should never be clothing that a woman with such a delicate body would wear.

Aaron felt even more strongly that these clothes were probably prepared for her.

After putting on his clothes, fastening his belt, and adjusting any ill-fitting parts, Aaron was surprised to find that even without a bra, he didn't worry about his shirt being too revealing or having any unwanted bulges.

Yes, because a young girl's figure is simply not large enough to support such a shirt, and there is absolutely no risk of any wardrobe malfunction.

Perhaps she is quite self-aware.

After leaving the bathroom, Aaron arrived at the living room where a bed was placed.

There are probably no other rooms here; having a separate bathroom is already quite a feat.

On the bedside table sat an object that looked strangely familiar. Aaron had seen it before, or rather, he had seen it often, but something about it felt off.

It should have been a gun, but it looked more retro; perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as a pistol? But compared to those obsolete pistols that were difficult to load and whose shooting depended entirely on luck, it looked more refined. The bronze-colored gun body was inlaid with some gears. Aaron had never seen this type of pistol before, even though it should have been displayed in a museum.

Below it was a letter.

[Hello, welcome to my body. Whether you come from the distant past or the even more distant future, my name is Igris, the owner of this body. But I've encountered some trouble that forced me to make this decision, but that doesn't matter anymore. Enjoy your new life, whether you take your own name or the name Igris. This gun was a gift from a friend, but he's dead. Don't worry, I have no friends or relatives left. The pants contain my last savings—not much, really—so I'm afraid this isn't a great start. But I think you'll still cherish this hard-won new life, right?]

“Igris… That’s great, looks like I have a new name again.”

Aaron…or rather, Igris, put the envelope in his pocket and patted his trouser pocket.

As the letter stated, her entire savings—two copper coins—were there.

Can it buy about half a loaf of bread? I'm not sure.

Finally, her gaze fell on the gun, and she slowly took it in her hand.

The next moment, a cold voice slowly echoed in her mind.

You've acquired your first gunpowder weapon, a special moment, though it won't be the last.

Title earned: Lucky Trigger.

——Nine-ball walk:〓翏〤chess] put Er=. 紦There is a very small chance that each of your shots will not consume ammunition.

Note: The line between life and death often lies in the moment the trigger is pulled.

The Fools of the Gods - The Worship of Eternal Night: Chapter Two, Finding a... New Job?

Hearing the mechanical voice in her mind, Igris was slightly stunned, but quickly came to her senses.

"I thought being brought back from the dead was strange enough... but it looks like there's more to come."

She was eager to try out the so-called lucky trigger, but she probably wouldn't have the chance to fire it, given that it was a residential area.

After understanding her current situation, she also found the goal she should pursue next.

For example, making money.

She desperately needed a job to sustain her hard-won life. She only had two copper coins, and although she didn't know the prices in the city... she probably didn't know much about them.

Iglesias suddenly felt nostalgic for the time when she was Aaron and he was always short of money.

Weapons needed to be bought, ammunition needed to be bought, food needed to be bought, medicine needed to be bought, accommodation needed to be bought, and mental treatment needed to be bought. During that period, the biggest stressor on his mind was probably his own wallet.

Staring at it is like staring into a bottomless abyss, which is terrifying.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to find a job that I can do to support myself.

Even if she knows nothing about the city, it doesn't matter. As an investigator, starting from scratch won't cause her too much trouble.

After putting on the only pair of boots by the door, and after hesitating for a moment, Igris tied her somewhat cumbersome long blonde hair behind her head before heading out.

She doesn't know how to tie her hair up, so she simply tied it up to prevent it from flying around and getting into her mouth or something.

This might make her look a bit sloppy? Who knows, there are always ladies who have their own unique style.

Pushing open the door and stepping onto the street, a strong, damp smell hit me. The street was paved with gravel, which, although somewhat uneven, was much better than dirt. The sky was overcast, with no sun or sunlight visible, and the entire alley was filled with a musty smell. This was not a good place, at least not suitable for breathing deeply.

There were many houses on both sides of the street, most of which didn't look special. They were just very quiet, and there was no one around. Maybe no one lived there at all.

Just then, the door opposite Igris's room opened, and a man in a suit walked out with a somber expression. He adjusted his hat and prepared to leave.

This was undoubtedly a good opportunity to ask for directions, so before she left, Igris rushed up to him.

"Hello sir, may I bother you for a moment?"

He seemed extremely impatient when he was called, but the moment he saw Igris, most of his displeasure disappeared, and he became very polite.

"Of course, beautiful lady, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I want to find a job at the labor market. Could you tell me where it is?"

Just as Elizabeth had predicted, no one could refuse a beautiful young lady's request for help, especially those who considered themselves gentlemen.

Upon hearing Igris's question, the man frowned slightly and shook his head.

"Miss, the labor market will only offer you jobs in textile factories or as a laundry worker, which are not suitable for you. If you are looking for a job, perhaps you can go to the square. There are many newly opened shops there, and they will need a beautiful young lady as a shop assistant."

"Thank you. Could you please tell me the location of the square?"

"Of course, turn right at the end of this street, and that's the square."

Igris thanked the man again and prepared to leave, but the man called her back.

"Excuse my bluntness, Miss, your attire can indeed help you avoid some unnecessary harassment in many situations, but please don't trust others so easily and start conversations with them. Not everyone is as friendly as I am."

Igris nodded nonchalantly and returned a gentle smile.

"Of course, thank you for reminding me, sir. Have a nice day."

He shook his head, said nothing more, and turned to leave, but his steps were much lighter, indicating that he was in a good mood.

Igris' smile slowly faded, and she sighed in distress.

She's not suited to playing the role of a cute young girl. Although she is now, she hasn't been able to integrate into this identity so easily during her more than thirty years of life as a man.

However, she had achieved her goal. Going to the square to try her luck was a good idea. As an investigator, it was normal to have to work part-time, so she was good at most jobs, except for physical labor.

After all, she is currently a young woman, and her physical condition is not good, so she is not the type to do physical labor.

As she stepped onto the cobblestone path, Iglesias's leather boots made a crisp, tinkling sound, making the already quiet alley even more tranquil, almost deathly still.

Igris might need to find a quieter pair of boots in the future, since it's hard to avoid being noticed when wearing something like this.

And so, she walked out of the alley with ease and arrived at the so-called square.

It was a little smaller than Igris had imagined, but not by much. In the very center was a fountain, but it was abandoned and there was no water in it; it was filled with fallen leaves and trash.

Next to the two hospitals on Daoyi Road, there are many shops, most of which do not have signs, but you can tell the general scope of their business from the shelves.

For example, dessert shops and flower shops.

I noticed that she could make desserts and would definitely be able to find a job in a dessert shop, but it wouldn't be an easy job, especially since she didn't have a pastry chef's certificate.

She had it in her past life, but she can't get it now.

As for the flower shop, that's a very special choice.

People who have the inclination to open a flower shop in a place like this are either complete idiots, rich people with money to burn, or perhaps some wealthy heiress experiencing life.

There is no doubt that this kind of store will have a hard time making money. No matter how many middle-class and petit-bourgeois people there are in the city, it will still be unable to make ends meet.

After all, the proportion of people at the bottom of society in a city is always relatively large, and these people probably have little desire or need to buy some ornamental items.

If she gets this job, she will definitely be very free, with plenty of free time to do what she wants, and most importantly, she won't be so tired.

She is also skilled at caring for flowers and plants, because she was once a gardener.

It's not surprising that the investigators won't find anything.

As she pushed open the door and entered the flower shop, a dazzling array of flowers appeared before her. Among the countless flowerpots, a figure peeked out, curiously looking at Igris.

"Hello, would you like to buy some flowers?"

She must be the owner of this flower shop. Just as Igris had imagined, she was young and exquisite, with long pink hair and an outstanding appearance. Although she didn't wear much jewelry, her noble temperament was evident, and she was no ordinary person.

"No, do you need more manpower here?"

Igris was very direct, stating her needs upfront, and upon hearing that she wasn't a customer, the proprietress lost much of her anticipation and patience.

"Sorry, I don't need any extra staff."

"Then I'm sorry to bother you."

She didn't plan to say much, since there were already many targets this time. Rather than wasting time, she would rather look around and if there were suitable ones, she would be more willing to talk to them.

"Wait a minute... are you looking for a job?"

Igris stopped, turned around, and nodded to her.

"Indeed, is there something you need?"

"Although I'm short-staffed here... I have a friend (he just opened a shop), and the benefits are pretty good... Do you want to give it a try?"

"where is it?"

"The shop without a sign behind the fountain is it."

She pointed in a general direction, and Igris saw the shop she was referring to.

It's hard to say whether it was a shop or not, since there was no signboard, no shelves, and even the glass was dark, making it difficult to see inside.

"I'll go take a look, thank you."