Chapter 65: Going Out and Picking Up a Loli
The induction ceremony is over.
He also successfully joined the Tendo Civil Security Company.
However, he could also see that although Kisara and Rentaro had accepted him, and Kisara had a great interest in him, that basic vigilance had not been put down.
It doesn't matter.
He doesn't care.
People, after all, always exchange sincerity for sincerity.
There are still many days to come, take your time to get in touch, and take your time to understand.
However, since he doesn't have an IFA license yet, he can't help with requests for the time being.
So, for the next few days, he was busy with his own affairs.
First, solve the problem of the household registration.
Perhaps because it was similar to the end of the world, the household registration was not as strict as expected, and it could even be said to be very relaxed.
As long as you spend money, you can handle it. No wonder Kisara said confidently at the time that she could solve it…
By the way, he bought an apartment again.
As for the money, of course, he converted the pebbles he picked up on the roadside into gold and then exchanged them for money.
It's quite convenient.
As for whether inflation will cause the price of gold to fall, that's none of his business.
He doesn't live here all the time anyway.
Moreover, how much gold did he use? Even if the large pile in the office was circulated to the market together, it could still be easily digested.
A few days later, Mahiro went out for shopping as usual.
But as soon as he walked to the street, he found that the sky above his head had become covered with dark clouds at some point, and it was drizzling.
"Fortunately, I brought an umbrella."
Mahiro opened his umbrella and strolled in the rain, recalling the information he had sorted out in the past few days.
Although he has been dealing with some miscellaneous matters during this period, he has also obtained a lot of information. Combined with his original understanding of this world, he can be regarded as having a general understanding of the current situation.
Needless to say, outside the Monolith, there are a large number of Gastrea threats, which are divided into Lv1 to LV4 according to the complexity of the genes.
And above LV4, the LV5 Zodiac is the biggest threat in this world.
That is a group of moving natural disasters.
Any one of them is enough to destroy a human survival area.
That's right, because of the Gastrea creatures, this world is no longer based on countries, but is divided into many human survival areas, just like the Tokyo Area under his feet. Each area also has different leaders.
Even these areas are fighting each other, and frictions often occur for some things.
Even within the Tokyo Area, this is no exception.
Thinking of this, he looked through the transparent umbrella at the vague figure of snow-white purity on the distant big screen.
Holy Son, the young leader of the Tokyo Area, but since taking office, she has been committed to protecting those Cursed Children who are hated by the world, and even launched the Gastrea New Law"—
A new bill respecting the basic human rights of the "Cursed Children".
But unfortunately, it has been repeatedly rejected by the Senate. On the contrary, Kikunojo Tendo, the aide, almost passed the "Household Registration Deprivation Law", which deprives the Cursed Children of their human rights.
Fortunately, Holy Son tried her best to prevent the enactment of this law.
"Although she is an idealist, she is also quite gentle."
Even if she is like a puppet, a canary kept by Kikunojo Tendo, at least she is trying to do what she can for those poor children.
Honestly, he doesn't hate such a guy.
Looking at the misty world in front of him, he gradually put down his umbrella, letting the cool rain drops on his face and slid down along the lines of his face.
If this filthy world could be purified by rain, that would be great.
"What are you thinking? You are not a savior, just a mere passerby, and if you really want to be one, it would be more fun to be a world-destroying demon king."
Feeling the purity in the rain, Mahiro smiled self-deprecatingly, suppressed all the unrealistic thoughts in his head, then covered himself with the rain again, and continued to walk on the sparsely populated street.
That was supposed to be the case.
As the rain got heavier and heavier, it seemed that the drainage system in the Tokyo Area was not very smooth, causing water to accumulate in many places.
Then, in a dark alley submerged in stagnant water, there was a burst of sobbing.
Turning his head to look, he saw an overturned tin trash can soaked in the rain.
Mahiro was a little curious. What kind of existence would appear in this kind of place, hiding in the trash can to take shelter from the rain? Is it a wild round-headed old man, or a discarded Boqi?
So, in order to find out the truth, he activated Elf Eyes.
"Oh, it turns out to be a discarded Boqi-chan."
Judging from its size, it should be a girl who is only seven or eight years old. Nearly half of her body is soaked in the accumulated rain. Like a piece of garbage thrown away at random, she is curled up in the trash can, covered with various bruises and scars. There is also a knife wound on her back that is bleeding.
Her body is trembling slightly, whether because of the cold or because of the pain.
It really is rare to see a wild Cursed Child appearing in the city center of the Tokyo Area.
After all, the people here aren't friendly to them, and when they encounter them, they will basically be captured and then cruelly tortured to death.
Even if they possess great power, these children don't dare to resist, allowing this group of humans in disguise to trample on them.
Although it's tragic, this is the reality at hand.
Out of curiosity, Mahiro walked into the alley and approached the overturned trash can.
"Ugh..."
The girl in the trash can couldn't help but let out a soft moan again.
The discomfort of her body temperature being gradually robbed by the accumulated water, and the severe pain coming from all over her body, made her tremble uncontrollably.
The cold water mixed with the metallic taste of rust that overflowed her mouth made her feel familiar and clear.
That was the taste of blood.
Not someone else's, but her own.
The girl was already accustomed to this, anyway... it would heal soon.
It was more like this that could make her feel a little better.
The numbness after blood loss, and being soaked in the cold accumulated water, made her body, which was full of bruises from being beaten, feel a little more comfortable.
Even if it were possible, she hoped that this bone-chilling cold could completely deprive her of her body temperature, and even her life.
But that was impossible.
Even if her body temperature was already out of balance, even if she was already covered in wounds to the point of being unable to move, even if there was a wound on her back that almost pierced through her thin body.
But the girl knew very well that this alone wouldn't kill her.
The physique of the Cursed Children is very strong, and this level of injury is not enough to kill her.
To kill her, you have to at least crush her brain or stir up her heart.
How did she know?
Once, she had the good fortune to witness her companion being killed in this way.
Although she had luckily escaped, thinking about it now, it would have been better to die with her friend at the beginning.
Being seriously injured and not dying is a kind of luck for ordinary people, but for the girl, it is a misfortune.
Or rather, living is already an extremely painful thing.
Even living to this day is not because of any oath, nor is it because she has any attachment to this world.
It's just because her body doesn't allow her to die.
The few remaining survival instincts and terrifying recovery ability forced her to linger on until now—
When she was so hungry that she was in unbearable pain, she rummaged through the rotten food in the trash can to fill her stomach;
When she was so thirsty that she couldn't bear it, she survived by drinking dirty water from the streets.
She had endured all these hardships.
Even now, she could no longer feel her body temperature, her whole body was completely numb, and even her consciousness began to become hazy.
But she was still very clear that she couldn't die.
Well... she had experienced this countless times, and before she lost too much blood, her wounds would probably be able to heal.
And what she could do was to drag her battered body back to this home that could give her a little warmth every time, and curl up inside to quietly wait for dawn.
Although she knew very well that even if her body could heal the next day, those pains and scars would disappear completely as if they were lying, and the sunlight reflected by the rising sun would still be very warm.
But to her, everything was just the most desperate gray.
After all, she is not a human being, but a monster that can't die, a monster called Gastrea by others...
Since she can't die, she can only live on.
'Then... before that, I should drink more water to fill my stomach... and work hard to be able to move tomorrow.'
The girl thought so, and curled up in the trash can, she slightly opened her mouth, letting the accumulated water that was about to choke her nose into her mouth, and swallowed it little by little with the creeping of her throat.
'Hmm... although there is some garbage and blood taste, but... it's much better than the water in the gutter...'
The girl cheered softly in her heart, as if she was drinking nectar, this was her little happiness.
Although there is a cleaner water source in the park, she doesn't dare to go there. When she gets there, she will only be regarded as a monster that pollutes the water source, and then suffer more miserable beatings.
Moreover, those people may not dare to kill her because of the law, which is even greater torment for her.
So this accumulated water mixed with the smell of garbage and her own blood can be called nectar. Of course, if possible, she would prefer to enjoy the rainwater that falls from the sky without any pollution.
She hoped so.
Until a warm and gentle touch came from above her head.
"...Is... God? Is God... here to pick me up?"
Perhaps it was because she had just drunk some water that she had the strength to say such a sentence in her extremely weak state.
After all, she had never felt such a gentle caress, such a warm touch.
"I'm not God... Are you okay? But it seems like I asked a stupid question. You don't look okay at all."
Hearing this slightly magnetic voice, the girl suddenly woke up, and she didn't know where the strength came from. She immediately turned over in the trash can, as if to get away from the other person and curl up in the corner.
It's a pity that the trash can is only so big, and it's round. Where can she hide?
In addition, with the strong feeling of hunger and a large loss of blood, she had no strength to escape and could only struggle weakly.
"Please... don't hit me..."
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, don't move."
Regardless of her opposition and struggles, Yotsuba Mahiro stuck the umbrella in his hand into the trash can and pulled the girl out of the rain.
So light.
The weight in his hand felt as light as tissue paper.
So this is a Cursed Children…
While thinking, Mahiro took out his handgun-type CAD and aimed it at her.
"Ah…"
The girl gave a small exclamation, and when she saw the gun, she instantly stopped struggling.
Is this really the end for her…
The girl didn't feel any fear in her heart, but rather some relief.
She slowly closed her eyes, waiting for her fate to arrive.
If she could die like this, that would be wonderful…
[Start tracing the change history of individual intelligence bodies....]
[Confirming the restoration time point....]
[Start restoring....]
The girl felt as if a light covered her body, wrapping her in it like a cotton blanket.
So warm…
Is this death…
The girl couldn't help but reveal a sweet smile, and if she could, she hoped to be able to fall asleep forever in this warmth, never to wake up.
But that was just wishful thinking.
After a moment, she felt a trace of coolness dripping onto her cheek.
"I'm not dead…?"
"Of course, I don't have any perverted hobbies."
The girl slowly opened her eyes and saw that gentle and handsome face was very close, but for some reason there was a little more water on his face than before.
Was it rain?
And because of his words, the girl was also surprised to find.
Not only was she not dead, but even the injuries on her body had disappeared completely.
It felt just like every morning, except her body was still so weak, and a strong sense of hunger swept over her.
"You look like you're hungry? Do you want to come home with me? I'll make you something to eat."
Although Mahiro asked this, he still picked up the girl and left without explanation, regardless of whether she agreed or not.
Because the answer was meaningless, he knew very well that the girl would definitely not agree, so asking was pointless.
If he had to say it, it would be almost like—
"Found a cat, everyone, it wants to come home with me!"
After forcibly bringing the girl back to the apartment, perhaps because she was afraid of dirtying the clean floor, the girl stood in the entrance and refused to come in.
Until she was forcibly pulled in again.
Even so, she still curled up in the corner, her two small feet stepping on each other, in order to reduce the area contaminated by herself.
Seeing this, Mahiro didn't say anything, but took out a clean bath towel from the bathroom and threw it over, just covering the girl's body.
Because she had just been in the rain, the girl's body was still wet, and he originally wanted to help wipe her clean, preferably let her take a bath, but whenever he wanted to approach, the girl would take two steps back.
Until she leaned tightly against the wall with no way to retreat, her face was even more full of fear.
Yotsuba Mahiro: "...."
He really wanted to know what these Initials had done to make such a young girl so vigilant, and even torment her spirit into this state.
However, he could guess through the information he had collected recently.
The actions of these people have exceeded the lower limit that human beings should have, beating is the lightest or most fortunate way, and the serious ones are abusing and killing for pleasure, in ways that even he can't imagine.
Even in ways he doesn't dare to think about.
Being humiliated, being abused, being gang raped, being used as a live target for the power of experimental weapons….
"Forget it, just stay here for now, I'm going out for a while, I'll be back in about an hour."
Mahiro was unwilling to continue thinking about it, changed into clean clothes, slightly instructed the girl, and then locked the door and left the apartment.
Yotsuba Mahiro was very clear in his heart that he was not a savior, but when he encountered these poor children, he was still willing to lend a helping hand to these children.
They should not be subjected to such treatment.
Mahiro went straight to the nearest supermarket to start purchasing daily necessities.
Because of the girl, he bought more food than before.
But when he was paying the bill, he received a call.
"Hello, President Mu Geng, is there something you need to call me at this time?"
"It's about the IFA license, the exam time is tomorrow, just go to the IISO Tokyo Branch, I'll be waiting for you there."
"Okay, thank you, President Mu Geng."
The phone hung up.
Another exam?
Mahiro's heart sighed slightly.
Alas, what he hates the most is this kind of thing, but he can encounter it no matter where he goes.
The light rain patted on the umbrella surface, knocking out a rhythmic muffled sound, Mahiro walked silently in the rain with his umbrella, brushing past pedestrians holding umbrellas, and while quickening his pace to go home, he couldn't help but have the idea of buying a car.
After all, relying on legs for travel is a bit troublesome.
Although he could use acceleration techniques, it would be too conspicuous.
But if he wants to buy a car, he is not very familiar with this place….
Thinking about these boring and trivial problems, Mahiro gradually quickened his pace, somewhat eagerly hoping to go home and see how the Pochita he picked up was doing.
Could it have already run away?
Although the door had been locked by him, he was still a little worried.
Fortunately, the girl was still there when he returned home.
She seemed to have dried the water, but she was still wearing the bath towel, curled up in the dark corner of the room.
The almost waist-length, disheveled black hair was spread on the ground, and the red eyes revealed from under the bangs were like Tindalos Hounds lurking in the darkness.
Fortunately, the girl was not that dangerous.
But after discovering that he had returned, the girl's eyes also showed a hint of fear, facing Mahiro, she was both afraid and confused.
The girl didn't understand why she was brought back here.
She was so dirty, wouldn't it be better to abuse and kill her outside? That way, she wouldn't pollute this place.