Chapter 63: Transmigrated, Then Picked Up a JK
"What the heck, where did this take me? Is this still back home?"
The midday sun, as always, poured down from overhead, and the piercing chirping of cicadas echoed in his ears.
But what met his eyes was—
Unfamiliar streets, unfamiliar scenery, unfamiliar attire of pedestrians, and their surprised gazes directed at him.
Clearly, Mahiro was no longer in his original world.
He looked down at the ring on his hand; its silver texture gleamed faintly under the sunlight.
The memories engraved on it instantly surfaced in his mind—my formalities….
No.
He recalled what happened before he appeared here.
He still remembered that the next morning, Mayumi's disheveled long hair, her half-asleep, hazy appearance, and especially her flustered and shyly adorable reaction when she found him lying beside her—even now, it was still fresh in his memory.
A few days later, they ended their trip and left the Ogasawara Islands.
Tatsuya had also returned after completing his mission.
But he brought back an excavated holy relic—the sage's stone.
The military wanted him to decipher the sage's stone.
Tatsuya couldn't handle it alone, so he found Mahiro, hoping they could research it together.
However, the problem arose here.
When he, like Tatsuya, performed information body analysis and tracing on the sage's stone, trying to read the activation sequence within it, his ring suddenly reacted.
It seemed to have been activated.
Not only did it devour the excavated sage's stone, but his vision immediately went black, and when he woke up again, he was already here.
As for why he was so certain he had transmigrated?
It was simple.
His current location should still be Japan, but the technology here didn't seem very advanced, retaining many features from around the year 2000.
Most importantly, he didn't know which part of Japan would have such enormous stone tablets!
They were not only very wide but also soared into the clouds.
And there were several of them!
It felt as if they had enclosed the surrounding land.
"Forget it, I'll find a kind person to get some fries… No, get some information."
Mahiro urgently needed to understand the current situation.
He also needed to solve the accommodation problem.
After all, he didn't think his mobile payment terminal would still work in the transmigrated world; if he didn't get some money, he might really have to sleep on the streets tonight.
However, after wandering the streets for a long time, he didn't encounter any legendary kind people.
The passersby looked at him with very strange eyes, and there was a sense of distant aloofness.
Even the women seemed hesitant, despite the inexpressible admiration flickering in their eyes.
He was currently wearing the casual suit that Mayumi and the others had chosen for him back on Minami Tori Shima. Perhaps due to its exquisite craftsmanship, coupled with his outstanding appearance, they mistakenly took him for some young master?
He didn't know how long he had walked, but it was probably nearing dusk.
Accompanied by the setting sun and fiery clouds, Mahiro suddenly stopped.
"What's that sound?"
He had stopped because he heard some strange noises, and they sounded like human shouts?
And there were strange gurgling sounds.
Following the sound, he saw a black, unidentified object wriggling in the shadows on the ground not far away.
"What... what is that?"
Mahiro walked over, curious.
He found it was something entirely black, curled up there.
"A person?"
Probably?
He squatted down and pulled aside the sprawling, pitch-black curtain of hair.
Confirmed, it was a beautiful young girl.
Her skin was like congealed cream, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and on her chest, tied with a red ribbon, were a pair of large bosoms, almost on par with Yotsuba Maya!
And just by appearance, she was beautiful enough to rank among the girls he knew, likely on par with Erika, a beautiful young girl full of grace.
He just didn't know why her face was unusually pale, her eyes tightly closed, and her lips slightly pursed; she seemed very uncomfortable.
The strange gurgling sound was also coming from this young girl.
"This isn't some kind of honey trap, is it?"
Mahiro stood up and looked around, even using "Multiple Observation" and "Elf Eyes," but he didn't find any suspicious traces.
But just then, Mahiro suddenly felt his ankle being grabbed!
He instinctively wanted to kick back, but when he looked down, he stopped his movement.
He saw that the young girl, who had seemed unconscious before, had woken up, reaching out to grab his pant leg, lying on the ground, and weakly murmuring:
"I'm so hungry... Could you give me something to eat...?"
Yotsuba Mahiro: "...?"
His eye twitched a few times involuntarily.
For some reason, he didn't know how to respond.
Could it be that someone would really be so hungry they'd faint on the street and then wriggle in the shadows like a reptile?
Probably not.
So, this must be a honey trap, right?
...
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In 2021, the gastrula virus suddenly broke out all over the world, destroying human civilization to the brink of collapse in a short time.
Humanity here was defeated in the war against the viral parasitic organisms, the Gastrea, and was driven into narrow territories, living precariously with fear and despair.
The distant Monoliths are the structures that ensure humanity's last place of survival.
At the same time, under the power of the young girls who can control the gastrula virus, the "Cursed Children," humanity found its last hope against the Gastrea...
"I didn't expect it to be this shitty world," Yotsuba Mahiro silently lamented in his heart after indirectly getting this information from the young girl.
This was not only a world where humanity was on the verge of extinction but also a hopelessly messed-up world.
And at the moment, his location was the Tokyo Area.
On the large screen in the distance, the image displayed was—
A young girl wearing multiple layers of pure white fabric as thin as Japanese paper, with a veil similar to a wedding dress covering her head, as if she were draped in a vast amount of white snow, even her hair was pure white, giving an impression of both dignity and fragility.
She was the ruler of the Tokyo Area—
The Holy Son.
And the person sitting in the high-end restaurant in front of him, who, despite maintaining the elegance of a young lady, ate like a starving ghost devouring everything in her path, was the avenging young lady of the Tendo Family—
Tendo Kisara.
"Eat slowly, no rush, there's more here, here you go."
Mahiro handed his steak to her, then took a bite of Parmesan cheese, chewed it, and picked up the red wine glass on the table, taking a small sip.
"Truly refined."
The taste of wine mixed with cheese spread in his mouth, and Mahiro, while savoring the rich aroma of the red wine, gazed at the distant scenery.
From this thirty-story hotel, he could get a panoramic view of the Tokyo Area.
But the most striking sight was the palace in the center, built of white marble—
The Holy Residence, also the residence of the Holy Son.
Similar to ROMA's White House, or England's Buckingham Palace, or France's Palace of Versailles.
"Burp!"
A sudden burp caught Mahiro's attention.
He turned his head and saw the young girl covering her mouth, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Are you full?"
"Mm..."
Kisara nodded, a little embarrassed, and said, "Thank you... I'll find a way to pay you back for the meal..."
"Forget it. If you had money, you wouldn't be starving on the roadside, unable to even walk."
Mahiro ignored the young girl's flushed, tearful, speechless expression, casually picked up the bill, and glanced at it.
She had eaten six sirloin steaks alone, totaling 400,000 yen.
Including his bottle of red wine, it reached the astronomical price of 1,000,000.
This price... it was simply robbery!
"Time to go."
Mahiro tossed the bill aside, then grabbed the young girl's wrist.
"What are you doing?!"
Kisara, whose wrist was grabbed, instinctively tried to break free.
Although she was very grateful to this person who had extended a helping hand when she was starving, and had a good impression of him, that didn't mean he could just touch her freely!
However, when she looked down, she found that her hand had changed!
To be precise, not only her hand, but also her wrist, forearm, entire arm, and even her whole body had changed!
It was as if she had become another person!
"What am I doing? Of course, we're skipping out on the bill," Mahiro said with a sincere expression.
"Wait... wait a minute! Ah—"
Kisara shrieked, and before she could react, he picked her up by the waist, his fingers gently caressing the over-the-knee black stockings covering her slender legs.
A strong masculine scent completely enveloped her, and the intense heat made her feel a little dizzy.
Immediately after, the floor-to-ceiling window they were standing by suddenly turned into a mist, and the pressure difference transformed into a strong wind, instantly surging into the restaurant!
"...Cu-customers! What are you doing?! Stop it now!"
The waiters noticed the situation was wrong and immediately rushed over, but the strong wind made it impossible for them to open their eyes; they could only vaguely see a silver-haired man standing on the edge, holding another man in his arms.
Were there such a pair of customers in the restaurant?
They weren't sure.
They only knew that the other party seemed to be committing suicide in the restaurant!
This was absolutely not allowed!
"No way."
Mahiro turned his head, made a mischievous expression, and then leaped down.
"Ahhh—!!!"
Amidst the screams.
The two figures disappeared into thin air.
By the time Kisara regained her senses, she found that she was unharmed and had landed on the street below.
She looked back and saw that the restaurant where they had just eaten was now in the distance, at least several kilometers away from here!
"What... did you just do? How did I get here?" Tendo Kisara felt like her CPU was about to burn out.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
"Don't be nervous, it's just a little trick."
"Disguise Procession" plus "Suspected Teleportation" indeed didn't count as any special means.
But to Kisara, it had a different meaning.
She seemed to have thought of something, her gaze slightly sharpened, and she asked seriously: "Are you a survivor of the New Human Creation Project?"
"New Human? Creation Project? Survivor? What's that?"
Yotsuba Mahiro was full of question marks.
He wasn't pretending.
Although he knew and had indeed watched the anime series "Black Bullet."
But that was a long time ago, and many things in it had long since become blurry; the only thing he remembered was that group of pitiful lolis.
Sometimes, he really wanted to complain.
How could those transmigrators remember the plot so clearly, even word for word, after transmigrating?
Did they have Baidu Baike built into their brains?
"Sorry, I might have been mistaken."
Seeing his sincere expression, Tendo Kisara also doubted whether she had made a mistake.
"Haha, it's fine, no worries."
Mahiro waved his hand, not taking it to heart at all.
"But Miss Tendo, speaking of which, I saved your life, didn't I?"
"Wait, you know me?"
Hearing his words, Tendo Kisara's eyes slowly narrowed into a slit, and her gaze once again became dangerous.
This was indeed a slip of his tongue, but he still calmly said:
"Of course, you are the young lady of the Tendo Family, the granddaughter of Kikunojo Tendo. Even though you have left the Tendo Family, you are still a famous person."
"..."
Tendo Kisara narrowed her eyes and stared at him for a long time, clearly not accepting this explanation.
But seeing that she couldn't make sense of him for a while, she said coldly, "Since you know I've left the Tendo Family, then don't use that surname to address me. Just call me Kisara."
Every word was filled with intense hatred, a hatred directed at the word "Tendo."
"And what did you mean just now?"
Mahiro replied, "Actually, it's nothing much. It's just that I just arrived in the Tokyo Area and don't have a place to stay, so... could I borrow a place to stay for a night?"
"Huh?" Kisara couldn't help but exclaim, "You don't have any money?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, the young girl regretted it.
Isn't that obvious?
If I had money, would I need to take you with me to skip out on the bill?
And although this person is a bit strange, he was able to help me when I collapsed on the street, so he shouldn't be a bad person, and his skills seem pretty good…
After much thought, Kisara had an idea, so she asked:
"What's your name?"
"The number four, the leaf of a plant, Yotsuba Mahiro."
"Yotsuba? What a strange surname… Since you have nowhere to go, then come with me."
Saying that, Kisara took him from there and headed to her residence.
But when they arrived, Mahiro's eyelids kept twitching nonstop.
"Miss Kisara…"
"Just call me Kisara."
"Alright, Kisara, do you really live here?"
What came into view was a multi-story commercial office building.
Although it looked unremarkable on the outside, there was actually a lot going on inside.
The first floor was a gay bar, with a pink neon sign hanging outside;
The second floor was a nightclub, with scantily clad older sisters soliciting customers in the stairwell;
The fourth floor was even more outrageous, it was a loan company, and the kind of usurer that would break arms and legs at the drop of a hat!
Is this some kind of crime den gathering place?
And Tendo Kisara's destination was the third floor, a place with a brand new sign that read [Tendo Civil Security Company].
"This is the floor I just rented, intending to open an office."
Tendo Kisara said this, then fumbled for her keys.
"Oh~ That must have cost a lot of money, right? No wonder you ended up not even having money for food, and finally fainted on the street from hunger."
Mahiro rubbed his chin, showing a "I've seen through the truth" expression.
And Kisara, hearing his teasing, couldn't help but blush, silently acknowledging it.
"....That, that was just temporary! Once I officially start taking commissions, I'll quickly earn the money back!"
Like she was being stubborn... Oh no, she really did expect that, even going all in. For this office, Kisara had poured everything she had, emptying all her savings.
Even her living place had moved here.
She had become a complete and utter impoverished young lady.
But the problem is....
Want to make money? That's impossible, my dear.
Not to mention he had read the original work, even if he hadn't, he could tell from the terrible surroundings that the initial location was chosen incorrectly.
What decent person would open an office in a crime den, hey!
How would customers dare to come knocking?
It's estimated that before people even arrive, they'll either be pulled into the gay bar on the first floor or taken away by the older sisters at the nightclub.
"Well, come in first."
Click! The door lock opened, and Kisara led him into the Tendo office.
However, unlike the messy and dilapidated corridor outside, the inside was very clean and tidy, like a paradise in comparison.
And although the room was not very large, it was fully equipped.
A desk for the president, an executive chair, and a sofa and coffee table for business discussions.
The air was still filled with the faint lingering scent of a young girl.
It was different from the captivating, elegant fragrance of Sayaka and Mayumi, and also unlike Miyuki's refined scent, which was like cool mint with a hint of sweetness.
Instead, it was more similar to the smell of laundry detergent, very ordinary, but it gave people a very peaceful feeling, with a faint sense of stability.
"Sit down."
After inviting him to sit, Kisara came back to her senses and boiled water, brewed him a cup of hot tea and placed it in front of him, then sat opposite him.
Very formal.
It was as if she was facing a commission brought by a client.
"Mahiro, you don't mind if I call you that, do you?"
"Of course not."
Mahiro picked up the teacup, blew on it, and then took a sip.
Hmm, as expected, it tasted cheap, and her technique wasn't as good as Minami's.
However, now was not the time to be picky.
"Alright, then Mahiro, I want to ask you, are you an IFA?"
"An IFA? No."
Facing Tendo Kisara's serious question, he slowly shook his head.
He naturally knew what an IFA was.
It was different from the common understanding of an IFA.
The IFAs in this world are the abbreviation for Civil Security Companies, private militarized companies responsible for eradicating Gastrea that invade human residential areas from the outer world. Because they are in the form of private companies, they generally perform tasks by accepting commissions. The content of the tasks not only includes eradicating invading Gastrea but also various other tasks such as bodyguards, escorts, and searches.
They are basically two-person teams divided into Initiators and Promoters.
Initiators are Cursed Children. Because Cursed Children can wield the power of Gastrea and possess the Gastrea's physical regeneration ability, they are the main combat force in the two-person team.
Promoters are ordinary humans who act as partners to Initiators to assist in combat.
Although their combat ability may not be as good as Initiators, they are basically good fighters, but their members are also very diverse, mostly belligerent delinquents or criminals.