There's a story about it.

A long time ago, Ryunosuke Akutagawa had heard his mother tell him bedtime stories when he was living with his parents and sister in the ordinary and ordinary early years when he was not struggling to survive in Bowl Street.

[The bear spirit sacrifice is a method used by a certain ethnic group to worship ghosts and gods in ancient times.] He couldn't remember his mother's appearance anymore, and all he could remember was the gentle posture of sitting on the edge of the bed with a book in hand, [and they would pick a cute cub and raise it to be healthy and strong, whatever it wanted.] ]

[Ghosts?] ]

[That's right.] Once the cub reaches adulthood, the hunter will tie it to the pillar and use its life to please the spirits it believes in. His mother said softly, [but on the contrary, they would also ask the spirits to give them what they desired.] Therefore, this can also be referred to as equivalent exchange. ]

Offer the gods their favorite offerings, and the spirits will respond to their prayers and fulfill their wishes.

At the time, Ryunosuke Akutagawa thought it was nothing more than a myth – after all, Japan claimed to have eight million gods, but he had never seen one with his own eyes; There are also many adults who believe in a certain god in the bowl town, but I haven't seen anyone who can get their wish granted.

And now, he's facing a moody, living [monster].

[It] came into this world in an invisible form, and struck itself, just as it struck among hundreds of millions of creatures to take advantage of the sacrifice of his heart.

[It] would keep him as carefully as the bear cub would give what seemed insignificant to [it] in order to satisfy any of his wishes.

Before the day of the sacrifice, the [monsters] with infinite life will wait patiently, as if the chef is humming a song and smearing the cake with cream, ground chocolate and colorful sugar needles to decorate it, and then lining it with a beautiful and delicate ribbon of cream flowers—until everything is ready and the silver plate is served on the ornate table.

… If, this [monster] came out of nowhere only as long as he wants. If Silver could survive and live a better life than before. That's okay too.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa's fingers stiffened, and he loosened the newly crumpled fabric and pulled out the sandwich he hadn't eaten in the morning from his pocket.

He wasn't too hungry now, and the previous life of only being able to eat a meal in two or three days had long since deprived his stomach of its normal warning ability, and was replaced by a dull burning pain that was burning more and more frequently at any time.

If he had left it before, he would have saved this precious sandwich that he couldn't find until the day after tomorrow, but he promised [the monster] that he would eat it at noon early in the morning.

In order not to anger [it] again and force himself to eat too much food, Akutagawa Ryunosuke had to bite down in small bites, chew slowly, and swallow into his stomach.

Even if it's cold, it's still delicious.

Silver also received a lot of food from [it], which, together with the supplies he had brought with him, was enough to not have to worry about survival for a long time.

Luckily, the location of that abode was in the middle of nowhere, and [the monster] was so strong that no one dared to follow him anymore—so as long as Silver was cautious and took them out in batches to exchange them, there was probably nothing wrong with it.

As his only remaining blood relation, even though he is numb and desperate for the future, Ryunosuke Akutagawa still hopes that Silver can live a better life in his heart.

At this time, there was only a slight movement in the hut when Akutagawa Ryunowasi was eating, and [the monster] did not make any more movements.

After the exchange, the five lollipops were piled up on the table by [it], and they were placed not far away. It's a snack that can't be filled, probably, maybe given to him as a reward...?

Ryunosuke Akutagawa thought silently and just swallowed the last bite of his sandwich.

Bang!

This time it wasn't the sound of his forehead hitting the ground, but the violent sound of the hard wooden door as it was shattered by the tremendous kinetic energy and scattered and split.

It's the sound of gunshots.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stood up in an instant, turned his head vigilantly and looked at the door.

"The boss said you dared to rob him of the façade he used to do business," the leader who stepped into the door snorted disdainfully, against the sunlight outside the house, "I thought it was some great big man, and it turned out to be a little bastard who was not as tall as a wild dog?" ”

The shotgun that was powerful enough to break down the door was in his hand, and at this moment, it was also aimed at Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

And several of the subordinates brought by the man were also armed with long-range weapons such as pistols, just waiting for his order.

"You seem to have the ability to force an enemy to kowtow to you," the smile on the man's face was vicious and cruel, "I don't know if this ability can be prevented." ”

Ryunosuke Akutagawa: "........."

In the face of the death sentence issued by the enemy, he still stood in place with his hands drooping, and his black eyes like the deep sea looked at each other indifferently. Not a word was uttered, and there was no harbinger of an attack.

It was probably the first time that the man had encountered such a child, and whether he begged for mercy, cursed, or feared, there was no slight emotional fluctuation that should occur in the face of death.

That's why this little imp was able to grab this house? He raised an eyebrow, but didn't bother to analyze it further. It's not like there's no other anomaly, and the existence of these guys is like chewing gum stuck under the table—maybe a little more troublesome than ordinary people, but it's not impossible to eradicate.

The ability to force enemies to kowtow may be quite strong, but it is only for ordinary people with bare hands, and it has no effect on ranged weapons that are beyond the range of the ability.

For the average resident, guns, ammunition, and medicine are scarce, expensive, and difficult to obtain; But the head snake in charge of this area did not have this kind of trouble, and he only felt that he was provoked when he was enraged.

"Fire."

The man's index finger pulled the trigger, and the release of the signal caused countless bullets to pour out, like a sudden summer rainstorm. He could almost imagine the blood blooming in this hut.

[Red Fox reports the robbery of the hut to the leader Ussuri Brown Bear.] 】

[The Ussuri Brown Bear sent his men to retaliate. 】

[Guns are coming! 】

Yi Chuancheng couldn't help but stare at the group of little mice that poured in in the picture, and his surprise was visible to the naked eye.

Why do these mice, which are no bigger than his fingers, have miniature guns in their hands? Isn't this a lop-eared rabbit development game?

I thought that its biggest enemy was that group of carnivores, but it turned out that the enemy could still have this kind of modern hot weapon after the development of science and technology?

Suddenly from a leisurely development game to a shooting action game, this category is not ordinary!

Wait, how is he going to deal with those bullets that are being shot? Ikawa thought about this crucial question. The predators can interact, and they can take out enemies before they can shoot them - but what if the enemy hides behind their backs and shoots their bunnies?

[Trigger special events to unlock the evolution function.] 】

[If the corresponding unlocking conditions are met, the game can unlock different display forms.] 】