The magic lamp was rubbed. Whether it was an accident or on purpose the lamp was rubbed and the genie inside was freed.

The space filled with purple smoke as a genie’s form poured out of the bottle. He was pouting. It seems like he definitely hates his job.

“I am Scaramouche, the genie of the lamp. You have three wishes. The rules are; no wishing for more wishes, no wishing to fall in love and no wishing to bring people back from the dead. Blah, blah, blah. Got it?” He sounds annoyed.