Human accounts are forced to reach max level

The wind was bright and sunny in the clear blue sky. The thin clouds did not bring shadows, but made the bright sunshine a little softer.

Today is rare good weather.

I hope that today's work will go as smoothly as always.

The waitress in a certain store thought so in her heart.

"Bang!"

next moment.

The loud knocking on the door simply ruined her good mood at the beginning of work.

The sound of footsteps that were too fast echoed in my ears. The waitress looked at the person in front of me who was carrying a black suitcase and wearing a rabbit ears headdress with a polite smile on her face...

Red-haired boy?

She doesn't seem to be old, nor does she seem to have any spending power, so don't come to the high-end store where she works to cause trouble.

And what about the red and white striped prison uniform this guy is wearing?

Performance Art? Or is he a prisoner who just escaped from prison, or is he just a psychopath?

Really, it's so troublesome.

"Well, may I ask this guest, is there anything you need me to serve you for?"

The waitress bowed slightly with disgust in her heart and asked with a smile.

In response, the red-haired boy wearing a bunny ears headdress didn't even look at her seriously.

Instead, he looked at the glass counter with a dull look on his face, staring deeply at the glass counter where a pair of pretty boy's canvas shoes were placed.

"..."

Hey, you brat, look me in the eyes and say something back.

The waitress kept her bright smile unchanged and secretly clicked her tongue.

"Well, let me ask this guest, do you want to buy this limited edition pair of canvas shoes?"

There was no need to guess at all, she asked, trying to send this strange red-haired boy away as tactfully as possible.

"But these canvas shoes, which have just been purchased and are the only pair in our store, are a bit expensive, and buying things costs money, so..."

Before she finished speaking, a pair of red dead fish eyes glanced at her.

There was no emotion in those eyes, and there was an indescribable strong sense of disobedience. For a moment, the waitress was so frightened that she swallowed her unfinished words of dismissal. inside.

Then, the next moment.

An old black suitcase was placed heavily on the counter, opened casually, and then...

A pile of green banknotes that were almost overflowing caught the eye of the waitress who subconsciously looked down.

"..."

This brat is surprisingly rich.

This is the only thought in the mind of the waitress who is a wage earner at this time.

However, after a slight silence, her good qualities quickly brought her back to her senses.

The corners of her eyes twitched slightly, and she moved her gaze sadly from the pile of bills to the stupid face of the brat in front of her who seemed to be waiting for her to pay.

He raised his arms without a smile, made a cross gesture, and gave an unexpected answer to the red-haired boy.

"Sorry, guest, we don't accept the Soviet ruble currency here, we have to pay in Japanese yen."

"?"

The boy frowned slightly, looking a little confused, but not angry.

I saw that after he pressed a certain switch on the suitcase, the pile of green banknotes retracted with a swipe, and then a lot of gold bricks appeared with a swipe.

Wow, it’s really eye-catching.

The waitress sighed in her heart.

"..."

So, did she just have a hallucination?

Well, it’s such a strange hallucination. How is it possible that banknotes turn into gold bricks? I’ve been daydreaming too much, haha, ha, ha...

"hiss--"

Looking at the guy in front of him whose brain seemed to be shutting down and unable to think, the red-haired boy couldn't help but frown more tightly, as if he had misunderstood something.

So, he casually pressed a certain switch on the suitcase, causing the pile of gold bricks that were enough to buy this high-end store to retract, and then suddenly changed into an aura of wealth. The gold and silver jewelry came out.

It's like black technology.

Well, that should be enough for now.

The red-haired boy, who had no concept of money, pushed the black suitcase forward a little, thinking this in his mind.

The poor lady was completely overwhelmed by showing off her wealth: "..."

Is this too much money?

at the same time.

This scene was also seen by the black and white surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling.

The picture spanned thirteen floors and was simultaneously played to the eyes of a short, fat man on the top floor.

"Huh, this is really good."

With gold teeth in his mouth and diamond rings on all ten of his fingers, the fat man dressed in a nouveau riche style raised his eyebrows, and then a malicious smile appeared on his bloated face.

He picked up the landline phone next to him with his right hand.

And just when he was about to call his subordinates at all levels to say something——

A merciless knife hit him on the back of the head.

"Bang!"

"...Oh, it's all dandruff."

Throwing his hands away with a look of disgust on his face, Gafan looked down speechlessly at the upstart fat man in front of him who had passed out immediately.

"Do your business well and don't give me any trouble. Really...and your dressing sense is really bad."

They all reminded him of those noble men in the old bone world.

A virtuous face.

Pooh.

Putting the landline phone back into its place, Gafan closed his eyes for a moment and took in the situation on the next floor.

"Well, the transaction went quite smoothly, and there were no more problems. It seems that he was treated as a magician."

After confirming the situation, Gafan started to feel pain all over his body due to the forced use of his abilities. He scratched the back of his head helplessly while recalling what happened last night.

At that time, he followed the missing person route on the virtual panel. Out of curiosity and the principle of proximity, he flew all the way there in a wheelchair and wearing the system, intending to first look for the lost person whose race was labeled "rabbit".

From far away, I could hear the roar that spread under the silent night, and I could vaguely see the outline of the village.

So, he teleported over without thinking.

Then I saw the collapsed houses, the elderly and children who were killed, the evil ghosts who were slowly recovering from the state of minced meat, and...

The street ground that was lifted up into the air, and Muichiro Tokitoru who was about to be headshot by Kirilenko.

This complicated situation at the scene made Gafan, who instantly annihilated the evil ghost and restored the collapsed house, be stunned for a moment. When he saw the child's face clearly, after confirming his identity——

The balance in my heart tilted instantly.

As for what happens next...

"Did I strike a little too hard?"

Raising his hand to touch his nose, Gafan said to himself with a somewhat wandering look.

At that time, the opponent persisted and tried to hit Tokiro Muichiro's head for the third time. He couldn't control his emotions for a while, so he fought back, and then...

A small hill in the distance disappeared.

"But I didn't expect that the lost person this time turned out to be a cartoon character. This is the first time I have encountered this situation. The style of painting is obviously different... including the way of thinking."

Gafan lowered his head and pondered.

After all, even he didn't expect that the solemn atmosphere at that time would be completely dissipated because he used molecular recombination to try to create a mountain of canvas shoes out of thin air.

This is obviously not the way normal people think.

How could anyone just forget about being attacked with the intensity of a mountain explosion just because someone else gave him a pile of canvas shoes?

Although this way of thinking can be considered a big help.

As for the red-haired boy who is buying canvas shoes on the first floor, it is Kirilenko who was given continuous mental suggestion and personification by him using the "mantra".

Otherwise, with this guy's unique style of painting, how many strange looks from passers-by would he have to endure when walking together.

However, this persistent effect is still a big burden for him who is still seriously injured and has not recovered. I don’t know what Kirilenko’s current image is in the eyes of others.

And this time.

Reception hall on the first floor.

The red-haired boy who had succeeded in getting what he wanted, without encountering any surprises or obstacles, bought his favorite pair of extremely handsome canvas shoes. He took his suitcase and was about to leave.

The waitress's seemingly shy words suddenly rang in my ears.

"Um, do you accept someone older than you?"

Kirilenko: "...?"

Chapter 201: No one wants to be treated like a child

Looking at the strange maple leaf-shaped clouds in the sky, Muichiro Tokitoru was sitting on a bench by the roadside, dazed with nothing to do.

A willow tree sat behind him, casting mottled shadows and a few fallen leaves, dotting his long hair hanging down his waist.

This place is far away from the bustling commercial streets and is located in a relatively remote area of ​​Asakusa, Tokyo. There are not many pedestrians passing by, but people still cast strange glances here from time to time.

After all, there are not many boys with such good looks, and the right sleeve of his shirt is missing for some reason, exposing his slender but fair white arms with faint muscle lines.

"That cloud looks so weird."

Muichiro Tokitoru looked up at the sky with a helpless expression and murmured.

Even now, he still has an unreal feeling like a dream about what happened last night.

The street floor was lifted up into the sky by brute force, and the people were stagnant in mid-air against gravity.

And the man who rescued him and called himself Gafan. When he fought back, he released a blazing beam of light that cut through the night with his bare hands, and the huge roar that followed from the distance in the sky made him feel that he just did what he did that night. Just a strange dream.

After all, that kind of power doesn't look like it can be possessed by humans, and even the vampire technique that belongs exclusively to evil spirits is difficult to explain.

And what made him feel dumbfounded and unbelievable the most...

It was the man who looked like a god who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be a friend of his ancestors.

Where did this third-rate story come from?

Muichiro Tokitou thought with a blank look on his face, and then suddenly felt a bit of heat coming from the side of his face.

A strange-looking steamed bun was pressed on his face.

"Want to eat?"

The system sitting next to him asked with a smile on his face.

"......Thanks."

After hesitating for a moment, Tokito Muichiro took the steamed bun, took a bite with his red lips slightly opened, and then his eyes widened slightly.

Sweet and unexpectedly delicious.

"Hehe~ You're welcome, I have some here if you want."

Seeing this, the smile on the young face of the system became even bigger, and he unceremoniously reached out and touched the head of the boy in front of him who was about twenty centimeters taller than him.