(Know before you read: All of the female characters in this book are fictional characters, even if they are young in appearance and are all over the age of 18)

"It's raining."

The boy woke up from his room, stretched lazily, and looked boredly at the city outside the window.

His appearance is very ordinary, and he can no longer find the type when he is thrown into the crowd.

Short black hair, black eyes, nothing out of the ordinary.

Japan.

Tokyo.

He was a stranger.

Not just the city, but the whole world.

Because he is a time-traveler, it has been three months since he came to this strange world.

Although the crossing gave him a legal identity, there was no such thing as the so-called protagonist aura or plug-in.

If something happens, you will die on the spot.

Ayaraku.

A salted fish at the age of eighteen who intends to spend four decadent years in college.

And a few months ago -

"Boy, look at it, my ring is really a treasure."

"It's not fooling you, it's a lack of money to sell it."

"It's only two hundred, do you want it?"

In the hands of the old man who set up the stall, Ayaluo fell in love with a blood-colored ring that looked good, and the material was like jade.

The bargain was cut to thirty yuan, but unexpectedly, this ring allowed him to cross.

The sky rang and lightning struck.

Ayaro came to this world.

If you don't complete certain tasks, you'll have to stay in this hellish place forever.

"Let me kill Kanekien?"

"I really look up to me as a scumbag."

Ayaro sighed in her heart.

There seemed to be something in the ring that told him a lot of things.

If you want to leave this place and go to another world, then you must complete the tasks it has set for you.

One of them: Kill the chosen son of the plane, the so-called protagonist.

Second: "Friendly communication" with the plane heroine or important female partner, which is the basic quality of being a sister control.

This world is very dangerous because of the existence of mew species.

Similar in appearance and anatomy to humans, but with humans as their only food.

Even if it's just a B-class mew, it can slaughter dozens of adult humans at will.

The current Kaneki Ken, how old is he?

It's probably not without chance.

However, killing humans for no reason or something, that's not something Ayaro can accept for the time being.

The second task?

Although there are some chances, Ayaraku doesn't have much hope.

An adolescent with no money and no face, why should someone else be your sister willingly?

Have you ever played house?

It's enough for my sister to control something.

After three months of time, Ayaraku is still a salted fish to this day.

"The early bird gets the worm, and the early worm is eaten by the bird."

Ayara slowly walked out of the apartment.

In this world, he also has a job, and if he lies at home, no money will fall from the sky, so he can only starve himself to death.

Two hours later.

Ayaro comes to a publishing house.

His new identity, whose name is also Ayaluo, is just an orphan.

In addition to a high school diploma and a small apartment, there is only one uncle who has a good relationship with his parents, who also happens to work in this company.

He didn't have those memories, he was simply treated as a nephew by others.

"Good morning, Aya-kun."

In the office, the bald middle-aged uncle greeted him with a smile.

Mr. Hasegawa.

The head of the headquarters of Shoei Publishing House, that is, Ayaluo's nominal uncle here.

"Good morning, Mr. Hase."

Ayaro bowed respectfully.

Mr. Hase's position for Ayaro is manuscript review, a job that is neither easy nor difficult, even if you don't do it.

It is his basic task to pick out those manuscripts that are particularly naïve and absolutely impossible to pass the review.

If you encounter a submission that cannot be judged, it will be handed over to another review editor.

Anyway, it's an idle job, and it's right to get paid every month.

As long as you don't miss work, everything is easy to say.

"It's so early, Aya-kun."

Someone said hello again.

The man was dressed in an old suit, his eyes were almost squinted, and he was full of the extraordinary bearing of a middle-aged man.

One of the editors of the publishing house, Mr. Shioya Tsuji.

The temper is not bad, and it is relatively easy to get along with.

If Ayaluo has any manuscripts that are difficult to judge, he is usually handed over to deal with.

"Good morning, Mr. Shioya."

After some pleasantries, it's time for the daily fishing.

Although it is idle in the office, life is also relatively boring.

Shoeisha is still somewhat famous in Japan, and has cooperative relations with many famous artists.

"Little one,"

"Your work attitude is really slack."

A mischievous female voice rang out.

Mei Aoki.

Twenty-three years old, but unusually petite, the legendary legal Lori.

She has black hair and always wears a cute little white dress, but it's actually a new editor who just came here a month ago.

likes to flirt with all kinds of beautiful men and handsome guys, and also commits nymphomaniac to beautiful men above the impurities.

But having said that, this woman has actually been single all along, which makes Ayaraku feel a little inexplicable.

There should be no shortage of suitors around Mei Yi.

But it doesn't matter what it is, it doesn't have much to do with Ayaraku.

"Mei Ai-senpai,"

"The so-called capable people work hard, and the seniors don't give much advice, how can I grow up to be independent."

Ayaraku's attitude is neither cold nor hot.

Mei Yi likes handsome guys, and he's just an ordinary person.

And more importantly –

He's not Lolicon.

Time passes.

It's time to get off work quickly.

Ayaraku was about to pack up her things and go back to the apartment as usual, just as Mei Yi rushed in from outside the office.

"Can you trouble you as if you didn't see anything?"

Mei Yi said suddenly.

Two cute dimples are revealed on the pretty face, and the white skirt is swaying and dancing.

However, Ayaro was not in the mood to appreciate this scene.

The skirt of Mei Yi was stained with black and red liquid, and a short knife in her hand was dripping with blood.

"Really,"

"You see something you shouldn't see, obviously there shouldn't be anyone in the company at this time."

Without waiting for Ayaluo to speak, Mei Yi said to herself again.

"Don't worry, I'm a human being, not a meow,"

"It won't hurt ordinary people."

Mei Yi took out a document from her bag, and words like "CCG***" were faintly visible.

Seeing this, Ayaro nodded silently.

CCG。

It can be said that it is an official special police organization, which is a search officer who specializes in hunting and killing mews, and has a powerful weapon called Kuink.

Mei Aoki has always felt strange to him, but he didn't expect his real identity to be a search officer.

As long as he acts like he doesn't know anything, nothing will happen.

"Goodbye, little one,"

"Remember to keep it a secret."

Mei Yi blinked, a faint smile on her face.

"Hmm."

......

Evening.

The streets of Tokyo are full of people, turbulent and lively.

As the sky gets darker and darker, the colorful neon lights gradually light up, and the city becomes more noisy and bustling at night.

At this moment, a young girl walked over in silence.

He is 1.5 meters tall, and his short hair is messy like messy seaweed, and it is still a rare green.

A plain and ordinary black trench coat, a lilac scarf, pale green shorts that don't look warm, and a pair of small white shoes underfoot.

“120......”

The girl counted the coins in her hand.

Two pieces of ten yen and one hundred yen, which was the only money she had left.

"Bang."

"It hurts, you little ghost,"

"Be careful when you walk, you bastard, really."

accidentally bumped into a pedestrian and was immediately scolded.

The girl seems to have a good temper, and she doesn't care about anything with the other party, after all, she bumped into someone else.

The night is getting darker.

The girl sat on a park bench and sighed as she looked at her empty purse.

"What should I do in the future?"

The lights of the city reflected the turquoise eyes, like a long sea of stars, distant and lonely.

The world is always a little worse than you think, and a little better than you think.

It's probably something that can't be explained.