Chapter 84 Just like that, the life of a curry lover was completely changed [VIP]
"I'm here to deliver weapons." Lin Chen stood on tiptoe and poked the holster on the red-haired young man's waist. "You gave me shells in my dream, now it's time to give me real guns!"
Oda Sakusuke took a half step back and looked at the little girl with black hair and blue eyes in front of him who was circling around him like a cow cat that had smelled catnip.
The ends of her hair were still stained with scraps of paper from the edge of the trash can, and there was a suspicious chocolate stain on the tip of her nose, but her eyes were astonishingly bright - as if they could scan through his windbreaker and directly see the spare magazine in the inner pocket.
"This is a model." He calmly pressed down her hand that was trying to steal the gun. "It's time to go home, kid."
"You're lying." The little girl pulled out a gun as tall as her from the void behind her. The barrel was still steaming from the freshly baked cookies. She said innocently, "This is the model. Your—"
She stood on tiptoe, making a grabbing motion, and the dagger from his waist instantly appeared in her hand. "It's a sharpened M9 bayonet, manufactured in 1984. It's used to kill at least twenty people."
Oda Sakusuke's pupils contracted slightly.
"But you've changed your job now?" The little girl used her gun as a crutch. Every time the gun hit the ground, a metal rose bloomed.
"I smell dessert and manuscript paper on you—one of those cheap ballpoint pens you sell at convenience stores, ah, the kind you have to shake after writing only three lines!"
There was an explosion in the distance, and the neon sign on the roof of a building turned into a spinning cream cake and fell from a height.
Oda Sakusuke bent down to meet her eye level: "You are a Player."
"Player? Who?" The little girl showed a confused expression that didn't seem fake, as if she had never heard of this code name.
"Your code name." Oda Sakusuke reminded calmly.
"What? My code name?" Player was genuinely shocked. "—This name is so lame..."
Oda Sakusuke withdrew his gaze, glanced at the neon sign at the alley entrance, half-knelt down, lowered his head, and asked her, "Want some curry?"
Player tilted his head, "If you treat me."
Oda Sakusuke tried to take the dagger back from her, but the wary Player backed away and put it into the void.
"Ah, there's no point in asking a child to pay." Odasaku stood up and patted his pants.
Player nodded shamelessly, "That's what I mean. It's about giving weapons. Why don't Squinty Cat and Butterfly understand?"
Oda Sakusuke: "Who is that squinty-eyed cat?"
Player: "It's the Squinty-Eyed Cat, that's his name."
Oda Sakusuke: "Well... logically speaking, no parent would give their child this name."
Player: "So it's a special case."
Oda Sakusuke: "Really? I see."
Player couldn't help but burst out laughing. "What's your name, the one delivering weapons? Ah... Oda Sakusuke? You're quite funny."
Her clear blue eyes reflected Oda Sakusuke's calm face. "Let me see, oh! [Cub Affinity] and [Combat Mastery]..."
"I remember there was a mission to train a child," Player circled around him like a puppy, then nodded with satisfaction. "Would you like to come to my farm? Food and lodging are provided, and the work is easy."
"I have no plans to change jobs for the time being."
Oda Sakusuke followed Player's lead and walked forward: "There's a curry shop around the corner. It's delicious."
"I want the hottest one!" Player jumped and ran around him. She seemed to have forgotten what she had just said. Her thoughts were jumping around. "You smell very nice."
"Probably curry powder." Odasaku pushed open the shop door, and the bell rang crisply.
The boss greeted him warmly: "Brother Oda, is it still the same as before?"
"Two extra spicy curries, one of which..." He glanced at Player, who was now not even as tall as the counter, "in a small bowl."
Player immediately protested: "I can eat a whole cow!"
He quickly climbed onto the stool, his legs dangling in the air.
"Do you like spicy food?" He pointed to the dark red sauce on his plate.
"What do you mean?" the little girl said, adding chili sauce to her curry without even looking up. "I'm not afraid of spicy food."
She looked up at Oda Sakusuke's curry. "Want to try this? My bottle of super hot pepper sauce?"
Odasaku silently pushed his plate of curry over and said, "Thank you. Please let me try it."
The curry shop's ceiling fan whirred overhead as Oda Sakusuke savored the extra-spicy curry on his plate with a spoon. In an instant, the fragrant, spicy, and refreshing sensation seized his attention. Player hadn't lied; this chili sauce was truly spicy.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little girl next to him stuffing her food into her mouth.
The crumbs on the tip of her nose had become spotless without her knowing when - as if there were an invisible pair of eyes.
After she finished eating, she patted the table out of boredom for a while, avoiding the vase on it, and was then silently stopped.
Then Player jumped off the chair, hopping from side to side, and suddenly leaned close to Oda Sakusuke, staring straight into his face: "Have you ever taken care of children before?"
"No." Oda Sakusuke pushed the water cup in front of her. "Why do you say that?"
"The spoon stirred the milk, forming a small vortex in the cup," you have【"
Oda Sakusuke put down his chopsticks and asked, "What is that?"
"It means... that you are very good at taking care of children." Player picked up the milk and poured it all into his mouth, speaking vaguely.
Her eyes flickered, and she said cheerfully, "Come to my farm! There are many out-of-school children who need care. Come, come, come, come, come."
Player shouted repeatedly, circling around him.
“Lighthearted, cheerful and positive!”
"Hmm..." Oda Sakusuke fell into subtle contemplation. "Then I'll give it a try."
"Great!" Player cheered happily and rushed over to grab his wrist. Oda Sakusuke instinctively leaned back, but found that he could not move.
The girl's pupils seemed to ripple with silvery white, and chains rustled around his body, as if looking directly into his soul through his flesh and blood.
The chill of being targeted by a high-level predator clearly crept up her spine - it was completely different from the naivety when she pulled out the gun from the trash can.
Oda Sakusuke felt a strange warmth spreading from the point of contact.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a mark—" Player said with a relaxed smile, her eyes gleaming inhumanly in the dim light. "And I can guarantee that even if you die, you can be resurrected."
The moment she withdrew her hand, a tiny sun pattern appeared below his collarbone. "How is it? Don't you feel anything?"
"It doesn't sound like a serious job." Oda Sakusuke calmly withdrew his hand.
"Seriously!" Player racked her brains, "Free food and lodging, and your benefits are... well..." She tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Curry every day!"
"Brother Oda, this kid really likes you." The boss said with a smile while wiping the cup.
Oda Sakusuke looked at the little girl squeezing chili sauce onto her ice cream and silently pushed his own dessert away. "Ms. Player, the farm you just mentioned..."
She jumped down from her seat and grabbed his wrist. "Come on, I'll show you around your future workplace!"
Before Oda Sakusuke could react, the scene before him had changed from a curry shop to a vast farmland.
In the distance, there were a few children chasing and playing. One of them accidentally fell down, patted his pants, got up, laughed and ran away.
"Look, this is my farm." Player opened his arms proudly. "There are vegetable plots, orchards, and—"
"Wait." Oda Sakusuke rubbed his temples, "How did we..."
"Teleport," she said matter-of-factly. "Aren't you already mine? It's only natural that you have some privileges, right?"
A young orange-haired boy ran over from a distance and stopped in front of the two of them with a helpless look on his face: "Lin Chen! You brought someone back again!"
"Gravity NPC, good NPC? (Glances at the panel) Chuuya!" The player waved happily. "This is the new parenting expert (Glances at the panel) Oda Sakusuke!"
Nakahara Chuuya looked Oda Sakusuke up and down, and suddenly frowned: "Wait, there seems to be a subtle feeling of familiarity. Are you..."
"That's right!" Player proudly made a V-sign. "It's tamed!"
Oda Sakusuke looked down at his hands and asked, "So I'm considered... a farm employee now?"
"Yeah," Player skipped ahead. "Your main job is to take care of these little brats and teach them some self-defense." She turned back and blinked. "You're so good with a gun and in physical combat anyway."
Nakahara Chuuya sighed: "Hey, at least take me to the dormitory..."
"Eh?" Player showed a reluctant expression and poked Nakahara Chuuya's waist. "Shouldn't Chuuya be the one to rush to do this? Why do you want me to go?"
"You really don't want to help at all." Nakahara Chuuya lowered his head and could just see the Player's bright blue eyes which were similar in color to his own.
"Thank you for the compliment."
"I'm not praising you! Can you please act like a boss and manage your business properly?!"
Player took out the communicator, and a simple pixelated expression appeared on the screen: :D.
"This is my clone. The system is taking care of it." Player said seriously.
Then she put the communicator back into her pocket amidst Nakahara Chuuya's complaints.
Oda Sakusuke noticed that this seemingly ordinary smartphone had no brand logo, and the screen was incredibly smooth without a single scratch in the sunlight.
"Bye, Chuuya! Take Oda on a tour." Player waved to them and ran away happily.
In the end, it was Chuuya Nakahara who took him to visit the farm.
The farm looked ordinary—buildings, fields, hard-working residents. The only unusual thing was the crops: tomato racks were laden with fist-sized fruits, and the newly planted corn was already waist-high to the music.
Passing by this thriving land, we walked to the exceptionally well-organized residential area.
Nakahara Chuuya pushed open the white wooden door of the dormitory, and the sunlight filtered through the screen window, casting fine spots of light on the floor.
The ten-square-meter room was furnished with a log-colored single bed, its light gray sheets smooth and wrinkle-free. The tiles in the private bathroom shone with a new luster, and unopened toiletries sat on the sink.
"The sheets are changed every Wednesday." Chuuya tapped the storage box under the bed with the tip of his boot. "The key is in the first drawer of the nightstand."
The sound of children chasing and playing could be heard in the corridor. A little girl's voice pierced through the wall: "I've told you so many times! No playing football in the corridor!"
A little girl with ponytails appeared at the door, pulling a boy's ear and holding an arithmetic exercise book in her other hand.
After visiting the dormitory, I happened to pass by the cafeteria.
The stainless steel counter in front of the door reflected a cold light. The little girl with a familiar voice looked him over and tiptoed to serve rice to the little girl next to her. "New employee? I'm Chisa Mihara. Would you like spicy miso or original?"
"No, I just ate." The ahoge on Oda Sakusuke's head moved slightly.
"Alright," Mihara Chisa handed the bowl to the little girl, then turned sharply and punched the boy who stole the rice ball. "Ten! If you steal again, I'll make you sweep the chicken coop!"
Oda Sakusuke looked at the three children fighting for the last piece of fried chicken. Mihara Chisa walked over to separate them and gave the three children a severe warning at the same time. Her skillful handling was heartbreaking.
Nakahara Chuuya took Oda Sakusuke through the back door of the cafeteria and came to an open mechanical operation area.
Several peculiarly shaped agricultural machines are operating automatically, and their metal arms are harvesting ripe vegetables with precision.
"Those are automated harvesters," Nakaya said, pointing to the machines in action. "Once you set the program, they can do everything from sowing to harvesting on their own."
He kicked the stone at his feet. "Even though that guy said 'This technology is so simple, just watch me rub it!', it actually works pretty well."
There was a sound of guitar in the distance.
Several young people sat on the edge of a field, their fingers clumsily plucking the strings of a musical instrument. As the intermittent music played, the strawberry seedlings in front of them sprouted new leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Don't ask me how it works," Chuuya shrugged. "Anyway, the better you play, the faster the crops grow. Last week, a guy played the entire 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,' and within minutes, his pumpkin grew to the size of a wheel."
As they passed the livestock area, Oda Sakusuke noticed that the animals in the pens were unusually docile. A sheep, its wool incredibly soft, came over and rubbed against his palm.
"These guys, too," Chuuya bent down and scratched the sheep's chin. "They grow really fast when they listen to music. But it has to be upbeat. Last time someone tried a funeral march, all the chickens stopped laying."
By the time I got back to my neighborhood, it was already getting dark. Streetlights began to light up one after another, illuminating the neatly-packed streets. A few teenagers, freshly finished from school, ran by with their backpacks on their backs, their uniforms still stained with grass debris.
"Looks like they just got out of school," Chuuya said, watching their backs. "The government is actively collaborating with the farm, and students with good grades can get extra subsidies."
Chisa Mihara came out of the laundry room carrying a laundry basket, followed by a group of chattering children. She expertly distributed the washed clothes to each child, her movements as swift as if she had done it countless times.
"Chisa used to work in the lab," Chuuya said, his voice low. "Now she's in charge of taking care of children who haven't reached school age yet. Although she's young, she's more reliable than most adults."
They passed a lighted activity room. Through the glass windows, they could see several adults assembling some kind of mechanical parts. Blueprints were scattered on the table, and someone was engaged in a heated debate.
"That's the machining center," Chuuya explained. "Everyone on Leibo Street used to have different skills, and now they're all put to use. Some can repair cars, some understand circuits, and some are good at carpentry."
As darkness fell, the farm became even more lively. Lights from the izakaya shone through the curtains onto the stone pavement, and bursts of laughter emanated from within. A few elderly men sat on the porch, drinking tea, their chess battle reaching a critical juncture.
"Well, the players don't take the initiative to manage the farm. Most of the time, the schedule is arranged by the 'system'. It's easy to talk to, and it generally won't refuse if you make a request directly to it. These entertainment facilities were built by it." Nakahara Chuuya paused.
"Because it has no name, everyone tacitly calls it God's Eye. AI, system, artificial intelligence, whatever. Just call it and it will appear."
"I'm here." The electronic screen next to it turned into a cute pixel smile, and the electronic sound was soft.
Odasaku nodded calmly, and Ainz's hair straightened in shock.
"Going back to get your luggage, right?" Chuuya stopped and turned to look at him. "There's a truck leaving for the city tomorrow morning to deliver goods. You can take a ride."
His blue eyes looked especially sharp under the streetlight. "But let me kindly remind you, Player may seem deceptive, but she's ruthless. Now that she's marked you, don't even think of betraying you. No matter where you go, she'll find you."
Oda Sakusuke looked toward the distant, gleaming metal building. That was the farm's control center. All the automated equipment, all the production plans, were controlled by that mysterious "system."
"I know." He nodded in response.
The next morning, Oda Sakusuke showed up at the freight area on time. Mihara Chisa shoved a lunch box into his hand and said, "Eat on the way!"
The bento was neatly packed with rice balls and fried chicken nuggets, and there were two candies hidden in the corner.
As the truck started, he watched through the window as the farm gradually receded into the distance: neatly arranged ridges, busy figures, and the orange-haired boy standing high above, watching him go.
In the rearview mirror, several children chased the truck for a while, finally becoming small black dots. The faint sound of a guitar came, drifting in the air with the morning breeze.
He gently touched the area below the collarbone—there seemed to still be a hint of warmth there.
The next morning, Oda Sakusuke returned to the farm with simple luggage.
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, but Zhongyuan Zhongye was already waiting for him at the door, holding a duty roster in his hand.
"You officially start work today." Chuuya handed him the form. "In the morning, you'll teach cultural classes to children who aren't old enough to go to school. In the afternoon, you'll teach self-defense."
He propped himself up on the scooter with one foot, his school uniform jacket puffed up by the wind. "I'll have lunch in the little cafeteria. Don't let the kids steal my pudding in the refrigerator."
Mihara Chisa rushed out of the dormitory building, her braid tied in a distorted way, her schoolbag clutched. "Mr. Oda! Today is your first day at work. I'm sorry I can't be here to watch you. But the kids are all well behaved, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem."
She tiptoed and slipped the key into his hand. "There's a first aid kit on the cabinet in the activity room. If you're seriously injured, there's also a medical room on the map."
Odasaku nodded calmly and pointed at Nakahara Chuuya's motorcycle. "Here, is it okay?"
"Well, no problem. It's just that we wasted some time arranging the children today. Usually we just take the school bus." Chisa Mihara climbed onto the motorcycle calmly and waved to Sakusuke Oda.
"Goodbye then, Mr. Oda. See you this afternoon!"
After the roar of the locomotive faded away, Odasaku helped open the door of the activity room.
Nine children were scrambling for crayons around a plastic table when a girl in overalls held a green caterpillar up to his nose. "New teacher? Can you sing the alphabet song?"
"Do you want to learn?" The ahoge on Oda Sakusuke's head swayed happily.
"No need, this is a test of the teacher's ability." The girl tilted her head, "It seems that the teacher has passed my test and passed!"
In this way, Oda Sakusuke's life was completely changed.
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