Chapter 62 I’m a rat (5) Face the challenge!
I have to say that Megumi Fushiguro understands his father quite well - he can actually understand what the Asamushu is squeaking.
He was simply thick-skinned enough to ignore all the insults and selectively hear what he wanted to hear: "You can insult me, but since you didn't directly reject my proposal, I'll take that as your agreement, little hamster?"
This guy actually totally understands.
Chaomushu raised his head and squinted at him. Although he thought he was shameless, he did not refute him directly, but fell into thought.
When she squeaked last night, neither Amuro Toru nor Kurosawa Jin could understand her. Mimi was able to understand and recognize her, probably because of the bond between owner and pet. As for Fushiguro Shigeru, the situation was more miraculous...
Although this man, who was suspected to be her ex-husband, had previously vaguely revealed that he had been her pet, she actually only had one pet column at the moment. She had thought that there should be no actual contract between them now - after all, Shen Er had said before that she could not exert effective restraint on him now.
It now seemed as though there was some kind of connection between them. Chaomu's lack of concern about Shi'er harming her likely stemmed from this. She was certain he would be a crucial NPC in her game, and that they would have further connections in the future, so she naturally wouldn't refuse his "commission."
"Tell me about it." She rummaged through his trouser pockets, her round face flattened by the man's powerful thigh muscles, making her serious tone seem a little funny. "What's the problem you're facing? If you ask me for help, I'm not afraid to help you."
"What are you talking about? Please... Do you remember you owe me two favors?" Shen Er was reaching for his clothes with one hand and casually putting them on. "Finding you a job counts as one, and helping you fight your competitors counts as another—"
As he moved, Chaomu's vision was obscured by the shadow of the fabric, darkening and then brightening. As the man spun around, his back muscles flexed as she tugged at the edge of his trousers, his bulging, dangerous waistline almost brushing the tip of her nose.
This guy clearly didn't treat her as an outsider. After putting on his vest, he took her out of his trouser pocket and placed her on the sink. Just when she thought he had a change of heart and wanted to talk to her properly, she heard a click and he unbuckled his belt with one hand without hesitation.
Chaomu: “……!!!”
The little hamster's eyes widened instantly. She instinctively covered them with her paws, but then she thought to herself that since she was in a game, what she could see was what the planners wanted her to see—so it was okay to take a look. She then felt more confident and peeked through the tips of her paws.
Shushu was sitting on the sink, peeking out, and Shi Er naturally saw it all.
The tall, dark-haired man leaned over, his muscles visible beneath his black vest. He leisurely poked the hamster's cheek hairs and brushed aside her pink paws. "What's there to be shy about? It's not like you haven't seen it before—what do you want to see? This?"
What does she want to see...?
As Chao Mu Shu opened her eyes from between her claws and saw him casually lifting the bottom edge of his vest and lowering his belt a little. She didn't understand at first. After all, she had seen him shirtless several times, intentionally or unintentionally, and the sight didn't seem unusual—until she looked down and saw the tattoo on his hip.
Shushu's small eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
The misty vapor hadn't yet dissipated, and the warm light cast a honey-hued glow on Fushiguro Shi'er's well-defined body. He leaned forward, one hand on the sink, and her gaze was fixed on his mermaid line. His damp waist and abdominal muscles rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and his hips were stretched, like a dormant beast stretching its muscles.
While tattoos aren't prohibited on game NPCs, it's not uncommon for a man with a perfect physique like this to have a tattoo on his hips. Such muscles would clearly be perfectly suited to designs like majestic cheetahs or ferocious snakes, or perhaps even a tattoo that expresses possessiveness...
Chaomu's gaze fell rudely on his waist and stared at it for a long time, then fell into a brief silence: "......"
This area used to be hidden slightly below the waistband, so she had never seen it before. At this moment, at the seam of the inverted triangle of the mermaid line, the veins on the waist and abdomen bulged slightly. On this perfect body, emitting a strong hormone, a cute raccoon emblem was prominently printed there, especially conspicuous against the aggressive muscles... The full muscle lines even gave the raccoon's round face a subtle mocking curve.
"Thanks to you, I can't even wear low-waisted pants when I go out." His low, hoarse voice rose slightly. He leaned over and poked her cheek, then changed into a pair of overalls to block her gaze. "Okay, stop looking. If you keep looking, you'll have to pay more."
Although Chaomu wanted to refute that it was her good deed and who knew if he wanted to get the tattoo himself, she was a little hesitant to say anything when she thought of the identical raccoon emblem on Mimi Moroboshi's chest.
...Although this seal seems a bit abrupt at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, the cold-faced and dangerous cool guy is actually covered with the mark of a raccoon, and if you think about it carefully, it's a bit... ahem.
The hamster's whiskers trembled slightly, and its eyes rolled around, pretending that it hadn't seen anything. "Let's not talk about such irrelevant topics. Be professional, Mr. Shen Er - what exactly do you need my help with?"
If it were any other time, Jin'er wouldn't mind taking advantage of the situation to bully her a little more, but right now, he really needed her help with something, so he decided to stop while he could and took her in his arms. "Do you remember the job I mentioned before that I wanted you to take on together? It's that job for Councillor Fujita."
Councillor Fujita... is the scumbag who seduced the young Ms. Shimizu and cheated on her husband?
The face vaguely appeared in the player's mind. She forgot everything else and only remembered that she had carried him out the door with her own hands. As for the previous invitation that Shen'er mentioned, she flipped through her little notebook and vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such a thing.
"That's the man you mentioned the other day... the one who was very close to the Panxing Cult." Although she didn't actually know what the Panxing Cult was, she still had some impression of it. Then she realized, "You actually entertained Mrs. Fujita while working for her husband?"
Although it was clear that there was no love between Mrs. Fujita and her husband, she was still quite shocked by Shi'er's actions.
"It's not the same type of business, so this kind of thing is pretty common." The person involved appeared quite relaxed, calmly passing on the topic and returning to the main point. "Although old Fujita is usually very stingy, he's very generous when it comes to matters involving lives. It's worth working for him."
When talking about money, Shin'er's eyes lit up, and his expression grew serious. He held her in front of him, their eyes locked. "To put it bluntly, Mr. Fujita got into some potentially life-threatening trouble at work—his previous boss discovered he was planning to 'jump ship,' and they're ready to kill him at any moment. That organization is a real problem, and if he hadn't hired me, he'd probably be dead by now."
Unlike the usual errands he'd been assigned, this one was decidedly more exciting. Chaomu Shushu rubbed his hands, squeezing his pink paws. "Is the organization he's facing a problem? So you want me to help protect him?"
After completing the quest, will she be given some physical skills? While the main plot of the game is to become the King of the Trash Can, and the focus seems to be on rummaging through trash cans, we shouldn't be too simplistic. A raccoon who doesn't like fighting doesn't make a good Trash King—players still need to use force to dominate the world and eliminate all unfavorable factors that hinder trash digging.
"That's not the case." Shen Er said lightly, "Dealing with that organization isn't particularly difficult. As long as they don't plan to use helicopters to strafe Fujita's house or drop bombs to bury a bunch of people along with Fujita, I'm enough on my own... and the old man's remaining wealth won't allow me to protect him forever, so he's anxious to find a new umbrella of protection."
Seeing the little hamster listening attentively with her cheeks puffed out, he felt a slight itch, and pinched her cheek. He wasn't angry when he was bitten again, but simply flicked her tongue and continued seriously, "However, since the organization he offended is quite large in Japan, under the premise of excluding the possibility of imprisonment, few forces are willing to take the risk of provoking that organization for what he already has."
"That organization... which organization is that organization?" Chaomushu gnashed his teeth for a long time. After listening to him babble for a while, he raised his head and raised a key point. "Or is 'that organization' just a pseudonym like 'you know who'? Saying the name directly will make the leader feel it, so you never say the name of the organization?"
That being said, this game does seem to have a magical background, but the newbie village, Beika Town, where she lives, is a low-magic area, so there aren't many supernatural settings. The ordinary criminals in Beika Town are so talented, and even more so, so ridiculously powerful. "That organization" sounds like some kind of behind-the-scenes villain, with a very high profile. It's a bit unreasonable that it doesn't have some magical or metaphysical elements.
Facing her expectant gaze, Jin'er shrugged. "There's no such setting. It's just that I don't know the specific name of their organization. Speaking of which, it seems that they don't have a name like the Yamaguchi-gumi or the Vongola. Everyone just calls them by their organization... It seems that their internal staff also call them that."
Hearing this, Chaomu's assumptions about the organization's setting instantly degraded from a big boss to a nameless bunch of thugs or gangsters she'd encounter early in the main storyline. This setting sounded a bit too sloppy, and she couldn't help but grumble, "Really? It's a fully formed organization without even a name?"
She had originally thought to hear a cool name like Snake O Eight Families or Phantom O Troupe, but it turned out that this organization didn't even have a name. How did it become so famous in the industry?
"After all, even though they don't have a name, their business capabilities and sphere of influence are quite formidable." Shen'er objectively evaluated it based on his own experience. "Perhaps it's to maintain a sense of mystery? Most people only know that they use liquor names as code names, and that members often wear black... Leaking minimal intelligence is also a sign of strength. The more information outsiders can learn, the more passive they become—the more famous they are, the more weaknesses they have."
Using wine as a code name, wearing all black...
A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Chaomu's mind.
She scrolled through her list of completed tasks, flipping back through them until she finally found the infiltration skills tutorial she'd started with. Among the available infiltration locations, the "Black Organization" option was clearly there.
And among the NPCs she knew, there seemed to be such a gentleman, who used the name of a wine as his nickname or code name, always dressed in black... and was a dangerous killer.
If the keyword is "black clothes," then anyone wearing black can't be connected to this organization, right? There are several people wearing black clothes on her floor. Could they all be connected to the organization?
Her initial assumptions had hit her head like a boomerang. Chaomushu, speechless, placed her paws on her forehead, wondering if this couldn't be her fault. It was clearly the organization's fault for being careless. Who knew a member of the organization would live next door to her?
And the black clothes setting is too vague! Her Mimi also wears black clothes all day long, so is he a member of the organization?
While she was mentally complaining about the game's sloppy design, she also remembered the important matter and brought the conversation back to the point: "So, in order to find a protective umbrella to fight the organization, what exactly does Councillor Fujita plan to hire you to do? And why do you want my help?"
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about the main topic." She interrupted him and made him forget the main topic. It took him a while to recall the context and remember where he was. "Anyway, the intelligence Fujita had wasn't enough, so he decided to go all out and do something big - get enough special intelligence from another major power, and then go directly to the rival of the major power that could guarantee him a comfortable life."
At this point, Chaomu probably knew that he wanted to ask her to help steal the information. However, this description was full of loopholes. It felt like it skipped some steps and was almost going straight to the broken jar.
She stared suspiciously at Shier's face, who bore her bewildered gaze with a calm expression, "Of course, part of the reason is that he felt my commission was too expensive, that he couldn't last six months like this, and that it would be better to just do the whole job...but the main reason is that Fujita has a problem with his brain."
Seeing his expression, Chaomu sensed something was amiss. She rubbed her chin with her paws and asked earnestly, "Are these two powerful forces also some nameless, mysterious forces? Or are you keeping them secret because you're worried about something else—like, maybe the faction you want me to 'visit' is incredibly intimidating, and you're worried I'll quit if I reveal their name?"
"Huh? How could that be? Others might be afraid of that family, but you wouldn't be." Regarding her "malicious speculation," Shen'er denied it quite naturally, "Have you forgotten? You said yourself that you and the leader of that family... Oh, right, you lost your memory."
Catching a glimpse of the hamster's bewildered expression, he scratched his cheek and decisively changed his approach. "Anyway, don't worry about offending anyone. This mission is easy for you... And since you're retrieving the information as a hamster, even if you're discovered, no one will be able to link it to you."
"Besides, it's such an easy job, and I can even give you half of the huge reward." Seeing that she still didn't believe it, the man bent his fingers, gestured a number, and said painfully, "If it weren't for our relationship, I wouldn't recommend this job to you."
He said this lightly, as if Asami's "information gathering" were a risk-free undertaking. But Asami was no fool; he knew there was no such thing as a free lunch. Who was Fushiguro Shier? He was a vampire who normally took 70% of the rewards in a team, and being able to give him 50% meant this task was bound to be incredibly daunting, perhaps even impossible to complete on his own.
And an opponent that can give a man of Shiro's physical strength a headache... must be at least a Super Saiyan O-level person.
"Don't look at me with such suspicion, little brat." Hamster's expression was quite rich. Seeing her like that, he even wanted to poke her and rub her in his palm again. "Do I need to go to such lengths to harm you? I can throw you to Huiyang's dog right now... You're not even big enough for the Jade Dog to fill its teeth."
Did the Fushiguro family still have a dog? How come she hadn't noticed?
Chaomu's thoughts strayed for a moment, but then she bit his fingertip without yielding, hanging on it like a stapler, squeaking incoherently, "But the look on your face right now says you want to kidnap someone and ask her to help count the money—be aware of your evil face, suspicious middle-aged man."
"...What suspicious middle-aged man... I'm still at my most attractive age." The black-haired man's eyebrows twitched slightly. He unceremoniously tightened his fingers, pulled them out, and flicked Shushu's head. "I said I wouldn't sell you, so I won't sell you. I only called you because I want to be a little more cautious when facing an opponent of that level."
"...If the intelligence is accurate and that troublesome guy is present, I'm not certain I can defeat him, but it's definitely best to avoid conflict if possible... After all, he's a notorious battle addict, and the fights won't stop." At this point, he sighed softly, letting out the sentiment of a middle-aged office worker. "Fujita pays a lot, but it's better to leave work early... I don't need to fight a battle addict."
"That troublesome guy" - this is the nth vague nickname that Shen'er has uttered today.
But this time, Chaomu had no intention of questioning the degree of trouble that object had: after all, if even Shen'er, a top-level NPC she had seen in the game, felt troubled and even actively avoided fighting, then the target must be something special.
Judging by her physical sense, the most capable NPC she'd seen so far was Shiel. His combat prowess was on par with Gin's, and his physical strength was even more absurd, almost inhuman. She couldn't even defeat Gin, and now she had to go up against an opponent that even Shiel couldn't defeat...
It's a difficult dungeon! It's definitely a difficult dungeon with rich rewards!
The adrenaline rush and the anticipation were already making the players excited. She took a melon seed from her cheek and nibbled on it, calming her surging emotions. Then, under the speechless gaze of the players, she patted her soft chest and said confidently, "It's just infiltration, right? Leave it to me—"
The little hamster looks so cute with its soft chest, and there are sparkling lights in its eyes.
"Oh? You're quite exciting." Shen'er was quite cooperative. He bumped fists with her using his fingertips. He stared at her with a slight curl of his lips. "Then I'll leave it to you, Miss Hamster..."
As the words fell, his handsome face, which had always been somewhat cynical, turned serious. He stared at her deeply, his voice slightly hoarse, "...Don't worry, I won't let you get into any danger."
"I told you before, to me, you have always been..."
The low voice grew fainter, and the hot breath between lips and teeth brushed against the hamster's furry ears. Chaomu's eyes widened slightly: Was this triggering some kind of oath-taking sequence? Was it going to be a CG scene in the next second? Some cold-blooded killer kissing a furry hamster and swearing true love? This game is really tricky!
Before she could quietly open the screen recorder with anticipation, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
Outside, the boy's calm but resentful voice echoed through the door: "...If you really want to discuss serious matters, can you not do it in the bathroom? How long are you going to occupy the bathroom?"
Shen Er: “…………”
His expression instantly fell, and he casually tucked the hamster into his chest pocket, turned around and pushed open the door. Outside, the sea urchin-headed kid stared at him expressionlessly with a face that looked like someone else's, as if accusing him of flirting with a hamster in front of his son. It also seemed as if he didn't understand anything and simply wanted to use the bathroom.
...Is there something wrong with his education that makes this brat completely unable to read the air?
Mr., the top gigolo who is well versed in human nature, was able to make a rich woman spend one million on him with just three sentences. He reflected for two seconds and finally felt that the problem was not his own, but the problem of Xiao Gui's own personality and the teaching problem of the school.
How could there be any educational problems if he didn't teach his children? That's impossible.
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The author has something to say: I feel painful seeing the rise in prepayments, and I will try to collect prepayments again when I think of it.
The next book is likely to be "For the sake of competitive balance, I have to talk to them all" (all of them are Otome games, sports anime + Detective Conan, the player's love will improve the partner's attributes, in order to maintain competitive balance, they are forced to talk to their boyfriend and then their boyfriend's opponent)
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