"Hoo-hoo-ha-me...... I, I'm not dead? ”

Gasping for breath, the air with the smell of cherry blossoms poured into my lungs. As if awakened from a nightmare, Kamiyagawa reopened his eyes.

He was in a distorted posture at the moment, and he fell to the ground, his white shirt soaked with cold sweat and sticking to his skin.

The evening sun is warm and gentle, and the cherry blossom forest is still blooming, and the sun has not set.

Looking around again, the mysterious wooden little god and the terrifying headless JK are nowhere to be seen.

All the horrors just now seem to be just experiences in a "game".

When the game is over, everything is back to normal.

Not far away, two high school girls who had been out of school were standing, all looking at Kamiyagawa with a look of surprise and confusion, exchanging a few words, and then holding hands and leaving quickly.

"I think I'm being treated like a weirdo. But then again, JK with a head is much cuter than a headless one. ”

Kamiyagawa pretended to be calm and got up from the ground, and patted the dust and cherry blossom petals stuck to his clothes with a blank face. He now has an extra book in his hand than he did before he entered the game world.

Quaint and dilapidated.

It is the companion creature that I just chose in the game, "Five Thunder Rectification".

Seeing that the two female high school students who had just passed by had already walked away, and there was no one around, Kamiyagawa tried to form a five-thunder finger trick.

Crackling –

Dense, static-like arcs of blue lightning flickered around him.

The Taoist Five Thunders are here!

Although it is a version that is too young to be any longer.

But this is enough to show that the game "Strange Tales of Things" is not simple, not only the props obtained in the game can be embodied in reality, but even the skills learned can also be used in reality.

As long as you keep playing this game and collect enough items and skills for your own use, you will be able to fast forward to a bright future in life!

"Maybe this "Strange Tale Story" game is really a benefit for the traverser."

Kamiyagawa stopped the thunder and once again felt the sluggishness and exhaustion of his spirit.

Shaking his head, he carefully put the broken "Five Thunder Rectification" into his bag, planning to try to study it again when he got home in the evening. By the way, I picked up the phone and saw the bright red word "death" on the screen.

"Blossom you are rich, what a spicy chicken game, put a monster on the side of the novice's spawn point that can't be beaten at all, and I don't know which one is designed by the street, it's purely disgusting."

"In addition, as soon as the future ghost and god co-master was born, he was strangled to death by a passing headless JK, is it okay? Since I'm such a good game character, don't put such a tall hat on me in the first place, bastard! ”

Kamiyagawa tapped the phone screen with an unhappy face, and the text content popped up-

[The replacement of the dead paper figure has been consumed, the current paper figure stock is 0, and the refresh time is 12 hours.] ]

"For the dead paper man?"

Kamiyagawa looked down and noticed that a small white paper figure the size of a palm appeared at his feet.

The paper man's head was drooping, so fragile that it seemed to be about to be separated from its torso.

"Did this thing die for me?"

Kamiyagawa picked up the paper figure, held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, then silently stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

After that, he clicked on the phone screen again, and the text prompt on it disappeared, and there was an additional [Personal Information] page that could be viewed.

[Name: Kamiya River]

[Power: 3]

[Dexterity: 4]

[Constitution: 3]

[Charm: 8]

[Psychics: 0]

【Passive Skill: None】

[Action Skill: Five Thunder Righteousness: Remnant]

"It's nothing but good-looking." Kamiyagawa shook his head helplessly, "By the way, what's the use of Charm High in this game?" Falling in love with a female ghost? ”

Close [Personal Information] and the [Start Game] button will resurface.

It seems that the game "Strange Tales of Strange Things" allows you to start the game without a substitute for the dead paper man.

But Kamiyagawa naturally didn't press the start button, and immediately quit the game: "Let's wait honestly first, 12 hours later, I'll be a good man again." ”

This game is so weird, if you really die without dying in the game for the dead paper man, then who should you talk to?

Kamiyagawa pocketed his phone and walked along the cherry blossom petal-covered school road to leave the campus.

……

The sun sank to the horizon and the streetlights lit up dimly.

At around 6:40, Kamiyagawa came to a convenience store near the school.

The sausage grill machine on the side of the counter rotates quietly, and the oden gurgles and bubbles. On the other side, chewing gum and X Ben 003 are neatly stacked.

This is where Kamiyagawa works part-time.

Today, the store manager is not there, and there is only a young and strong male clerk in the store who is counting the stock of goods.

Kamiyagawa remembered that the male clerk was called Okamura......

What's going on with Okamura?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

"Hey, Kamiya-kun, you're on time." Okamura greeted him warmly, and reached out to pat Kamiyagawa's shoulder very familiarly.

Syllable!

At the moment when Okamura's hand was about to touch Kamiyagawa, a dark blue arc of lightning exploded.

The macho clerk was so frightened that he quickly retracted his hand: "That'...... What is that? ”

"Static electricity, static electricity." Kamiyagawa glanced over his shoulder.

He didn't take the initiative to pinch the five thunder fingers just now, and the charge on his body was probably just the remnants of the charge that he had cast the thunder method before.

"Is static electricity so dazzling...... Okamura scratched his head, "Besides, it's spring, right?" ”

"Oh, that's not static electricity. It is a mystical power that transcends nature. ”

"Haha, Kamiya-kun, you're so humorous."

"Indeed." Kamiyagawa smiled casually at Okamura, then turned around and went to the staff locker room to change into work uniforms.

Today is the fourth day that Kamiyagawa has become a part-time worker.

Before that, he had never tried to make money independently.

Of course, the "he" here refers to the original owner of this body.

Because a week ago, this body, which was nothing but good-looking, belonged to the original owner.

And now occupying this body is a new soul, from the GD province of the big country next door.

Since the original owner is mentioned, you might as well tell his story -

The original Kamiyagawa has a weak personality, is a little withdrawn, has no friends, has no opinions and no goals, is muddy, and goes with the flow.

The grades are not good, the physical fitness is also poor, and there is no specialty to shoot.

Approximate to a very handsome Nobita who doesn't have Doraemon.

Kamiyagawa's parents divorced when he was a child and he lived with his father.

But his father is a rotten person.

Alcoholic, good gambling, and borrowing usury from the underworld after losing money, he has never fulfilled the responsibilities of a father.

It was probably the beginning of last year, Kamiyagawa's father did the most worthy thing in his life-

He's dead.

It was an accidental car accident.

Japanese people are generally keen to buy insurance, even people like Kamiyagawa's father.

His unexpected death allowed Kamiyagawa, who was the sole beneficiary of the insurance, to receive nearly 10 million yen in accident compensation.

Of the 10 million miles, 8 million were used to pay off the usurious loans.

It avoids the repayment of the debt of the father and the son.

And the remaining 2 million yen is completely owned by Kamiyagawa.

But 2 million yen, it's really not much.

As for the tuition fee of Hualing High School, where Kamiyagawa is currently studying, it costs 700,000 a year. Counting all kinds of daily expenses, 2 million can probably only last until high school graduation.

Therefore, as soon as the Cantonese-speaking "Kamiya River" crossed over and took some time to adapt to his new identity, he roughly summed up his own economic situation and immediately made the decision to work to subsidize his family.

Let's go back to the original owner.

A week ago, the original owner made his first confession.

As a result, the woman politely and politely sent a good person card.

With such a face with a charm of up to 8 points, it will be rejected by a female high school student of the same age, and it can only be said that the life of the original owner is really quite a failure.

After the confession was rejected, the original owner was filled with grief and anger, learned from the pain, chose to explode in grief, and committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills that night.

After that, there was a new "Kamiya River" to borrow the corpse to resurrect the soul.

Anyway, looking back on the original owner's life experience for more than ten years, it can be summed up in just eight words-

Mourn its misfortune and be angry with it.

……

Kamiyagawa is open from 7 p.m. to 10 p.m. Monday to Friday.

The salary is 1,000 yen per hour, and most of the time the daily work is busy and not fun.

I worked until 10 o'clock, and Kamiyagawa clocked out at the point.

After changing back into a student uniform in the staff locker room, he grabbed a 450 yen chicken bento from the store's shelves and heated it in the microwave.

This is an unwritten rule in convenience stores, and it is also one of the benefits of migrant workers here.

Lunchboxes, breads, sandwiches, and other foods that have passed the expiration date need to be discarded.

Once it becomes a discarded food, the staff of the day can eat it as they please, and even take it home.

It's equivalent to a dinner in disguise.

For Kamiyagawa, who lives alone and doesn't have enough money to spend, this benefit is still very fragrant.

After slowly eating the bento in the store, Kamiyagawa picked up his school bag and left.

"Kamiya-kun, see you tomorrow!" Behind him, Okamura, who was going to continue to work the night shift, said goodbye to him loudly.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

Step out of the store.

The night breeze of late spring is unexpectedly a little cold.

In the sky tonight, there is no moon or stars to be seen, only the lights and neon lights of the city are numbly shining.

Kamiyagawa smacked his lips, and the taste of the not very delicious chicken bento just now remained in his mouth:

"It's finally another day."