After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

Real people squatted on the streets of Tokyo doubting life.

The crowd around him would not look apart when they passed by him, so that he could have no psychological barriers, ignore the image and perform the perverted action of squatting next to the trash can and staring at a handsome high school student biting his nails.

After observing for a while, he asked with a constipated face: "You don't want me to eat basketball when he plays basketball?"

[…That's not the case. ]

"...Why were you silent for two seconds?"

The real man remembered the talisman that he had swallowed, and his mouth was still a little bit bitter. When he was speaking, he regained consciousness and found that the target figure was lost in his vision again, and wiped his face and swallowed the swear words.

After the magic power was successfully hidden, he looked no different from a normal human except that he couldn't be seen by people without talent.

The next step is to solve this problem.

The target boy, Hei Zizhe, is also much more difficult to deal with than imagined. His sense of existence is so weak that he walks behind you in the alley late at night, and it is difficult to notice that there is a second person breathing the same air as you.

A quarter of an hour ago.

After the first two failures, the real person who thought his plan was foolproof pretended to be a ball sports fan, and deliberately provoked him to go to a street basketball court with Heizi Tetsuya for a passionate 1v1. Get the basketball.

Hei Zizhe also became the "Sixth Man of Darkness" because of his passing skills and not good at shooting.

Zhenren should be no stranger to playing basketball before, thinking that although the synchronization rate is low and the growth rate is not obvious, the magic spirit can be called excellent physical fitness even if it cannot use the magic power, and it will definitely win.

He was indeed close to success, and he went to the stadium to shout, and his partner Aomine Daiki, who seemed to have a bad goal, came to him.

then……

It was a bit embarrassing, and he didn't want to recall it.

He's sorry for "cursing" the species.

With only two experience cards left, the system seems to be trying to appease the frustrated host.

[Your new identity is ready to apply, please fill out this form first. ]

The real person saw a letter waiting to be checked popped up on the translucent screen, and clicked on a few pages of information in the style of a personal resume. The content, including the three-inch photo, was empty.

With excitement, the corner of his mouth twitched after a trial operation, "Isn't this the only name that you can fill in by yourself!"

[You can make a request, and I will respond, and the main system will select the most suitable role. ]

The system sighed in a flattering tone: [After all, there are people who want to take a shortcut and directly become the richest man and prime minister, so there are people who lack self-awareness like that. ]

"Ah, indeed..."

The real person suspects that the system is mocking him. Of course, he didn't have the daydream of being worth tens of billions of dollars. If he wins a lottery jackpot, he will be satisfied with being the richest one in a thousand.

Scroll back to the first page of the resume, glance at the number approaching 50 at the bottom of the screen, and turn off the screen silently.

Since it can't be done overnight, we can only work down-to-earth.

Fortunately, it seems that there is no need for interviews and no academic qualifications. The system can directly arrange jobs for him, and provide training and guidance to integrate.

Everything is moving in a good direction. After the world merges, you can return to your own life. The shadow of a severed head gradually fades away.

After thinking about it, he clenched his fist and put it to his lips and coughed twice, expressing frantically.

"If I can, I hope to have a decent, stable and high-profile job, respected for serving the people, and a good salary for five social insurances and one housing fund. I can pay off the debt quickly, and it will also help increase the happiness rating." For example, teachers and doctors. , he vaguely has the common sense that the income of public utilities here is generally not low.

After hearing this, the system didn't continue to sneer, and wrote down one by one.

After listening to the real person adding some details, he said: [I see, what about the name and gender? ]

The real person's eyebrows twitched, and then he noticed that there was a small inverted triangle behind the "male" in the gender column, which could be changed.

He hurriedly said, "Just use my original one."

He really wanted to know his blurred past, at least a name that would allow him to distinguish himself from the real man of Cursing Spirit.

The matter of the new identity came to an end, and the focus returned to the mission target.

The real person who had been busy during the day suddenly came back to his memory.

"Wait, Heizi's sense of existence is so thin. If ordinary people can see me, it should be strong. Isn't it the other way around?"

[When did I say that I am now solving the problem of presence? ] The system's tone was inconceivable, [Basketball is to change your appearance, because Gojo Satoru saw your face. ]

The real person was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he felt blessed, and asked with difficulty: "... how to change it?"

[Pinch your new head out of a basketball. ]

"..."

This is too much san value!

He took a few deep breaths, "The untalented person can't see how I can solve it, there are only two cards left."

The system made no secret of its disgust, and was well prepared: [The question of appearance can only be temporarily put aside, I will open a back door for you to pluck out a hair of Heizi Tetsuya. ]

"..."

"And eat it?"

[right. ]

Reality: "..."

How do you feel that the system is getting more and more doggy?

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After half an hour.

[Don't make a sad face, Hei Zizhe also has such a strong head fat secretion, it makes you sick. ]

The real person covered his mouth for a while before he recovered, "It's not that you are talking sarcasticly..."

He stretched his neck and beat his chest, took a few more gulps of the mineral water that the system bought for him from the convenience store next door, and cursed that he didn't need to eat human food, but what kind of mess did he eat during this time?

It stands to reason that it would not be so hard to swallow, it should be the "back door" attached to the hair by the system, which had a chemical reaction with the body, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Sir, are you all right?"

Among the hurried passers-by, someone suddenly stopped and carefully supported the blue-faced young man with a pained expression as if he couldn't breathe.

The real person suddenly turned his head, and a young woman with long brown hair and shawl was looking at him nervously and worriedly.

"No!"

There were also people around who cast different gazes. Realizing that he could be seen, the real person suppressed his excitement and coughed twice, "Thank you for your concern, I just have a little heat stroke."

The young woman didn't seem very relieved that he was alone, and suggested: "The coffee shop where I work is in front, do you want to help you sit there?"

The real person looked in the direction of her finger, and ten steps away, there were some familiar storefronts - Poirot Coffee Shop.

He blinked, looking up.

— Maori Detective Agency.

[I'm deeply aware of what a mish-mash world I'm in right now. ] The real person said to the system in his head, and he smiled politely.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

"Hey wait..."

Azusa Enomoto saw that the strangely dressed young man seemed to have bumped into something extremely fearful, turned around and strode away, followed two steps in confusion.But it's time for a shift change, and although the new waiter, Toru Amuro, is a very easygoing person, it's always bad to make people wait for a long time.

When the other party left, his footsteps were very steady, and it seemed that there was indeed no problem.

She hesitated for a moment, came to the place where she worked and opened the door to enter.

There were only a few regular customers in the coffee shop, and Azusa Enomoto changed into work clothes, and brought up the incident in his spare time, asking Toru Amuro, a part-time detective, to help deduce whether the other party was suffering from some kind of disease.

"His expression at the time looked really painful, as if he was about to suffocate at any time."

"It's very unfamiliar. It should not be a nearby resident."

Toru Amuro thought for a while, and couldn't help but laugh: "From your description, he might just choke on eating."

Azusa Enomoto was also a little embarrassed: "So it's like this..."