That Time an American was Reincarnated into Another World - Chapter 3: Drug Runner

... normal warehouse. Racks, boxes, a little clearing with a bulletin board, and a table with some correspondence sprawled over it. It didn’t paint a suspicious picture, but that didn’t stop the odd feeling from traveling up my spine.

My intuition was something I trusted. It wasn’t the ultimate tool of prophecy, but it had kept me out of bad situations and away from psycho girls in the past, so I learned to run with it.

Plex spoke while motioning around him.

“This job is rath ...