Another World: I Become a Boss by Telling Fortunes

Several monks in kasayas were walking around with alms bowls, asking for donations.

Just then, a vivid red Maserati sped back and forth along the street. The monks immediately stepped forward to stop it.

"Benefactor, why are you in such a hurry on the road?"

A young man climbed out of the Maserati. He wore flip-flops, a striking punk hairstyle, sunglasses, a yellow T-shirt, and shorts. Lowering his sunglasses, he said, "Are you telling me what to do?"

"Amitabha. That was not my intention, but your attire is rather..." The monk's finger trembled as he pointed at the young man.

"Seriously? There are still people who don't know this is fashionable?" The young man looked at him as if he were some rare animal, clearly bewildered.

"Amitabha. Forgive me, forgive me. Regardless of your attire, why are you rushing around on the road like this? What if there are pedestrians..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.