Chapter 1 The Troupe Leader of Meteor City 01 (Revised) The Good Boy Becomes...
Just as dawn was breaking, the setting sun cast its last rays into the room, projecting a shimmering orange-red glow onto the sea, with the silhouettes of several fishing boats appearing and disappearing in the distance.
The exceptionally peaceful scene made people feel relaxed from the inside out.
The sound of a porcelain bowl shattering broke the silence.
The maid's body tensed instantly. She knew she had made a mistake, and her voice betrayed her fear: "I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't mean to. I'll get it sorted out right away..."
The maidservant glanced timidly at the girl by the window, awaiting the expected punishment.
The girl had long, light blonde hair, and her pale blue dress accentuated her fair and smooth skin. Her hair was slightly curled and draped over her slender shoulders.
She leaned back in her chair, her eyes reflecting the shimmering sea, her gaze drifting into the distance for quite some time.
"It's alright." The girl snapped out of her daze and said amiably, "It's just that you broke some dishes, I won't do anything to you."
Her voice was deep and pleasant, and it was very soothing to listen to.
The voice of the young girl, who has not yet grown up, carries an unshed childishness and an imperceptible playfulness, but she deliberately suppresses these, and there is a contradictory maturity in her voice that does not match her age.
"Clean these up," she added softly, her voice slow and gentle, like a soothing piano melody.
The maid hurriedly bent down to clean up the broken dishes, while secretly observing the girl without making a sound.
The girl remained quietly seated in the chair, gazing blankly at the scenery outside the window.
She wore a very thin lace blouse, and her clothes were made of the finest materials, with every inch of satin meticulously designed, highlighting her noble status.
The girl's eyes were a beautiful light blue, reflecting the luster of sapphires, both expansive and gentle.
She looked like a delicate and quiet doll, exuding a tranquil aura, like a gently rippling lake, peaceful and serene.
The eldest young lady and the second young lady are really different.
If it were the Second Miss, she certainly wouldn't have let her off so easily.
The maid quietly tidied up, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.
Please select whether to bind the virtual reality experience.
【whether】
Two cursor options suddenly appeared in front of her, and Ayana pursed her lips.
Although I still feel dizzy, it has lessened considerably compared to when I first started feeling dizzy.
She wasn't daydreaming; she was completing a mission in another world.
A month ago, she awakened her Nen ability along with her friend.
However, unlike her friend's violent Nen ability, her Nen ability is more like a nurturing game that requires grinding for tasks.
Without much hesitation, Ayana clicked the "Yes" button.
The scene before her was instantly covered in pure white. When she opened her eyes again, she was standing in another space, with information boxes appearing one after another in front of her.
…What's with this overwhelming sales pitch?
Then, choosing us is the right decision!
Here, you'll have the opportunity to unlock different identities: photographer, hunter, adventurer, and more—a wide variety of identities to choose from!
I guarantee that no one understands your game preferences better than us!
Here, you will…
[...]
The lengthy introduction was so boring it was almost boring.
jump over.
If she keeps watching, she'll have to quit the game soon.
【Game Rules】
[1. You will unlock different identities. Please strive to improve your skill levels to avoid a violent death.]
2. Each identity must be associated with a specific child to raise.
[3. You and your beloved child each have only one life. Please do not treat life as a toy, or you will be punished.]
[...]
[Agree], [Reject]
Ayana could read ten lines at a glance.
She had waited a full month and was extremely anxious. She clicked "agree" almost without thinking.
Please select your darling, and the system will match you with the most suitable identity.
The first to appear was a black-haired boy.
He stood amidst mountains of garbage, his thin frame and unnaturally pale skin revealing severe malnutrition, his exposed arms and calves covered in bruises.
The boy looked like he had just been beaten up; he was rubbing his eyes and sobbing softly, looking so pitiful that it tugged at your heartstrings.
He seemed to sense that someone was watching him, and suddenly raised his head, looking directly at Ayana, his eyes meeting hers.
That's why Ayana saw the tears in the boy's eyes.
Something inside me was suddenly struck.
[Leader of the Phantom Troupe in Meteor City, 0% unlock progress.]
Immediately afterwards, a red-haired boy came into view.
A strange smile graced his face; his youthful features contrasted eerily with his chilling aura, and his upturned eyes added to his air of mystery and danger.
The red-haired boy, like a poisoned red rose, stood on one leg in the night, a heart-shaped playing card between his fingers, stained with blood, dripping real drops.
At his feet, a corpse that was not yet completely dead was twitching slightly in a pool of blood.
The next second, another playing card was thrown from the boy's hand, ending the corpse's life.
Ayana gasped.
[The clown fruit farmer in the circus, 0% unlock progress.]
Finally, there's the black-haired, cat-eyed boy.
It blends perfectly into the darkness, its eyes are vertical, not like a cat's, but more like the pupils of some kind of leopard, cold and inorganic.
He moved freely in the darkness, and although he was still young, he was already a qualified assassin.
The enemy could not catch the boy's movements, only his shadowy figure. In a moment of carelessness, they were killed by the boy, their pupils contracted, their features contorted, and they fell heavily to the ground in disbelief.
Bright red blood splattered onto the boy's cheek, but he indifferently picked up his phone to make a call, as if killing someone was no big deal to him.
[The Assassin on Kukuroo Mountain, 0% unlock progress.]
Wait, what are the others besides the first one?
These are terrifying terrorists. How could she possibly support them? She should be thankful she's not killed.
Ayana chose the first boy without hesitation.
Really? Are you sure?
The system's tone inexplicably carried a smug, servile air.
[Maybe there will be better options later?]
[Maybe choosing one of the other two boys would offer an even more exciting experience?]
hehe.
She's not stupid enough to seek thrills and court death.
Seeing that Ayana had made up her mind, the system returned to normal.
[And so, your story with your darling is about to begin.]
Please note that every choice you make will affect the direction of the story, so choose carefully!
Her body was instantly enveloped by a strong sense of weightlessness and suspension. After a dizzying spin, Ayana cried out in pain and fell heavily to the ground.
She opened her eyes and observed her surroundings.
Garbage mountain.
Layers upon layers of waste were piled up together, emitting a rotten and foul smell.
The ground was filthy, a mixture of mud, dust, and some disgusting stuff that made you want to vomit.
[The good boy has appeared!]
Please actively interact with your adorable child to officially begin your story together. The system will monitor you in real time!
Ayana was annoyed by the system's voice. She looked around and quickly spotted her target.
The black-haired boy huddled in the corner, his face still wet with tears, his skin as white as a sheet of paper, with clearly visible bluish-purple veins.
He clutched a piece of bread that had almost turned gray, as if afraid someone would snatch it away.
He was choking up.
The boy was wearing a thin, worn-out white shirt, his face was dirty, and he had a wound that had been there not long ago. His shorts looked cheap, and they didn't even have the most basic design; they were twisted together haphazardly.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the boy shivered, shrinking into a ball.
Hearing the noise, he raised his head alertly, gripping the bread piece even closer to his chest, like a small animal guarding its food.
But he was stunned the moment he saw who it was.
The girl in front of me was completely out of place with everything around her.
She was like an elf from a children's picture book, fallen from the sky, with snow-white and translucent skin and eyelashes like butterfly wings, like an exquisite and beautiful flower that needed to be carefully nurtured indoors.
It was as if a halo of light surrounded the girl, a halo formed by the brilliance of diamonds, separating her from the messy pile of garbage.
She was pure white, completely unlike someone like him.
[Name: Kuroro Lucilfer.]
【age:? ? 】
[Identity: Orphan.]
Ayana tentatively greeted, "...Hello?"
Unexpectedly, the little boy shuddered, even his pure black pupils trembled.
Is she really that scary?
Kuroro shakily stretched out his hand, which was covered in purplish-blue bruises from the beating, standing out starkly against his fair skin.
He handed Ayana a piece of bread and stammered, "Do you want some?"
How can someone be so pitiful yet so adorable?!
Even though he was starving, he still gave her the only food he had!
How can there be such an obedient child in the world?!
Ayana immediately opened the shop system, bought several loaves of bread in one go, and swiftly stuffed them all into Kuroro's hands.
She gave Kuroro a loving look and said in a tender tone, "I'm not hungry, you can have all of these."
Kuroro: ?
The little boy, bewildered, hugged the bread blankly, blinking his big eyes as he looked at Ayana with confusion, which touched Ayana deeply once again.
She suppressed the urge to pull Kuroro into her arms and squeeze him hard.
[Since the host has completed the preliminary tasks perfectly, the system will award a reward.]
Pink and white rabbit ears suddenly appeared on Kuroro's head, swaying slightly with his breathing. Combined with his wet, innocent eyes, the destructive power was almost multiplied.
Rest assured, this decoration is only visible to you.
Ayana's smile grew even brighter.
She was like a wolf in sheep's clothing eyeing a little white rabbit, even starting to plan to complete more tasks so that Kuroro could get a new rabbit costume.
"Um... excuse me, is there something on my head?" Kuroro asked, puzzled.
The girl's face, so dreamlike and ethereal, was so close to his, and she was smiling so brightly at the top of his head, leaving Kuroro somewhat bewildered.
He touched his head, but found nothing.
To Ayana, this action looked like a little rabbit curiously fiddling with its ears.
She spoke with a grin, her tone coaxing: "No, no, nothing at all."
Suddenly, several gunshots shattered the tranquility of the sky.
Kuroro instantly regained all his sanity.
Seeing the girl still grinning foolishly, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and forcefully dragged her deep into the garbage heap.
Kuroro couldn't bear to let the pure white girl get dirty with dust or some other disgusting stuff, so he shielded her behind him and used the trash to cover their figures.
Ayana was about to ask a question when Kuroro covered her mouth.
The boy made a shushing gesture, his expression extremely serious.
A fierce argument and fight could be heard outside.
Several more gunshots rang out.
Immediately afterwards, a warm, viscous liquid flowed down from Ayana's feet. She froze, realizing what was happening outside.
Kuroro thought she was scared, so he lowered his voice and said, "Please don't make a sound, okay?"
Ayana nodded.
The sound of a knife piercing someone's body.
Gunshot.
This was a brutal battle, with both sides holding nothing back, determined to kill each other. Blood gushed out continuously, staining the ground a shocking red.
Aiana's clothes were soaked with blood. She wanted to look down, but Kuroro stopped her.
He moved closer to Ayana, his enlarged face and pupils filling her field of vision, causing Ayana to temporarily ignore the smell and feel of blood.
He guessed that Ayana had been abandoned from the outside world, just like everyone else here.
Throwing a girl like that in here is tantamount to sending her to her death.
Kuroro felt a sense of shared suffering rising within him.
Seeing that the girl did not answer, he naturally assumed that she did not want to talk about sad things, so he drew a circle in the girl's palm and patted her back comfortingly.
"Wait a little longer," he said softly. "Once they're all dead, we can leave."
The last few gunshots were followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, then a few footsteps, and then complete silence.
It seems to be over.
Kuroro pushed aside the obscuring material above his head, revealing his large, dark eyes, and cautiously observed his surroundings.
After confirming that it was safe, he pushed aside the trash in front of him and gave Ayana a big smile: "It's alright now."
Ayyana climbed out with him.
Several mangled corpses lay on the ground, their bodies a pitiful sight.
There was a corpse with a large hole cut in its abdomen, and its internal organs were churning out.
The intense visual impact made Ayana feel nauseous.
"Is this the first time you've seen a scene like this?" Kuroro began expertly searching through the corpse. "You'll get used to it."
There is a contradictory sense of maturity and innocence in the boy.
He searched diligently, but found nothing, which made him pout in dissatisfaction.
The boy looked up, about to ask the girl's name, when a large hand suddenly grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
"I was wondering why something felt off; turns out there were two little mice hiding there." It was the voice of an adult man.
The man was wearing a long black t-shirt, his face was a jumble of fleshy features, and there was a scar on his chin.
He deliberately tightened his grip on Kuroro's neck, and after hearing the expected sound of pain, he let out a gleeful laugh.
"Oh?" His gaze shifted, looking at Ayana with a greedy and sinister look. "You're not bad looking, are you? If I sold you to those rich businessmen, I could definitely make a lot of money."
The man was caught off guard by the child's sudden attack and was hit squarely. He instinctively let go in pain.
Chrollo seized the opportunity to escape. He grabbed Ayana's hand, his eyes darkening: "Run!"
However, neither of them managed to run an inch.
The sound of gunfire rang out from behind, bullets whistling past their ears and accurately striking the garbage heap where they had just been, leaving a smoking bullet hole.
This is a warning.
"Run!" The man's expression was ferocious, his eyes bloodshot and menacing. He laughed as he spoke, "Let's see where you can run to!"
He smugly toyed with his pistol, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two men, assessing their worth.
"I'll run to the left, and you run to the right," Kuroro said quietly, squeezing Ayana's hand. "Our chances of survival will be greater if we split up."
Ayana did not reply.
She suddenly clasped her hands together and offered a sincere and earnest prayer to the man.
This action was so inexplicable that both the man and Kuroro were quite surprised. The man quickly chuckled and said, "What, are you going to kneel down and beg for mercy?"
"If you behave, I might make things a little easier for you. Listen to me..."
Ayana automatically filters out the men's noise.
She was thanking the system for issuing the prerequisite tasks, and only at this moment did she realize their importance.
"Step back and hide." Ayana smiled gently at Kuroro and ruffled his messy hair as if she were petting her golden retriever.
With a flicker of his eyes, the girl's figure vanished from Kuroro's sight.
She was incredibly fast, like a nimble feline, leaping off the ground with her legs dangling in the air, and the next second she had her arms tightly wrapped around the man's neck.
A feeling of suffocation instantly swept over the man's entire body. His survival instinct made him frantically try to pull the girl off his head, and he frantically pressed the trigger of his pistol.
But when he loses his mind, his aiming skills become incredibly poor.
Ayana dodged all of the man's attacks with a single spin, nimbly leaping back and forth, frequently appearing in the man's blind spot, leaving him with only black afterimages.
The inability to touch the physical object intensified the man's anxiety. He roared angrily, and the bullets in his pistol were quickly emptied.
He had no choice but to take out bullets from his pocket to replenish his supply, but Ayana was not about to give him that chance.
She kicked the gun out of the man's hand.
The man was about to pounce on his only weapon when it slipped from his grasp, but Ayana beat him to it and kicked the pistol toward Kuroro.
"You're out of weapons." The girl's voice was clear and childish, yet it carried an infuriating provocation. "Want to keep fighting? You're so weak."
The man staggered back several steps, exhausted. He gritted his teeth in resentment, but he knew better than anyone the difference in strength between himself and the girl. So he could only utter a sentence that lacked any real force.
After saying that, he fled in panic.
Kuroro stared blankly at the girl, who dusted off her hands, looking as if she had accomplished something great.
She turned her head and looked at Kuroro with a smile. Her fair and beautiful face looked stunning when she smiled, and her eyes held a color that Kuroro had never seen before.
She asked, "What's wrong? Were you scared?"
Change it, change it, of course we need to change it!!
Ayana's eyes lit up, and she chose "Yes" without hesitation, looking at Kuroro with expectant eyes.
A note from the author:
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The story next door, "I Woke Up to Find My Bone Had Become Three," has already started. The next story will be "My Superpower Is a Large-Scale Romance Game," and the synopsis is as follows.
After maxing out the character affinity in the "Heartbeat Spell High Plan" dungeon, Hoshino Saki eagerly opened a new dungeon called "Supernatural Ability Love Guide".
After logging into the game, the map didn't refresh, and the location was still in the Spellcasting Academy.
Opening her profile page, her character name card is no longer that of a superhuman, nor is it even the original spellcaster, but a curse master.
Saki Hoshino: Why aren't the things that should be refreshed being refreshed, while the things that shouldn't be refreshed are?
[The task has been updated, please process it as soon as possible!]
[Main Quest: Escape the Pyromancy Specialization!]
[Side Quest: Head to Yokohama!]
After several unsuccessful attempts to log out of the game, Hoshino Saki had no choice but to accept reality and figure out how to complete the new mission.
After several twists and turns, she finally managed to slip away from the Spellcasting Academy and headed straight for Yokohama with a clear goal.
But she never expected that the Yokohama espers were actually colluding with sorcerers. A certain six-eyed girl caught her on the spot, and she was taken back to the sorcery academy.
In the previous instance, she successfully raised the sorcerers' favorability to the maximum level. After the game malfunctioned, the maximum favorability she had raised in the "Heartbeat Spell High Plan" instance still exists.
However, that's not the point. The point is that the game characters actually tried to brainwash her and make her give up and leave.
“Sashi, you belong here.”
"Sashi, where are you going to run to?"
"Saki, stay for me..."
Hoshino Saki: Mission missions, mission missions, keep pushing the main storyline, escape from the Jujutsu High School, nobody can stop me from clearing the game!
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[Confidential Files]
Hoshino Saki, female, 19 years old, SSS-class esper.
Risk level: ★★★★★
Status: Under the control of the Special Abilities Department
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