A Cheat Training Vacation in Paradise

Greed and his team exited the spaceship and entered a sweltering heat. Lasco was a tropical planet that had strange smells and sounds, each exciting, fascinating, and nerve-wracking at the same time. A strange humid liquid attached itself to everything, like a thin layer that made everything slightly uncomfortable.

The teen and his mercenaries didn't have to worry about that since they had sci-fi-style cooled power suits with helmets. However, the mercenaries were sweating profusely. While they were jealous, something was gnawing at them worse than the heat, perspiration, or envy.

"I can't hold back anymore," Renton, a blond-haired mercenary with a long ponytail, huffed. "What the hell are you wearing?"

"Its closest name is an Acapulco shirt, Renton," Greed replied, looking at his tropical button-up with a grin. "However, people may consider it a Hawaiian shirt. Tourists wear floral shirts like these on tropical islands where I'm from. Do you like it?"