I don't want to be an elf!

Unable to withstand Nia Honjou's persistent pestering, Rentaro Satomi had no choice but to comply and say, "I've already seen that after the protagonist, Falma, defeated the boss of Volume 3, he learned that Hell was actually a failed product of the human elite's 'Genesis Project,' and that the demons that people fear are actually the victims."

"Okay, then you'll soon be reading another climax, the story of the protagonist Falma and his companion, the half-demon girl..."

"Wait! Don't spoil it! I'll watch it myself!"

"That's true. Well then, you can enjoy it later, hehehe."

Seeing the wicked smile on Honjo Nia's face, which resembled that of a demon, Satomi Rentaro felt a chill run down his spine and swallowed hard.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally made up his mind and asked, "Will something bad happen next?"

"Didn't you say you didn't want spoilers?"

"Can I see just a little bit? I'm a little nervous."

"Hehe, it's not really a big knife," Nia Honjou said with a chuckle. "It's just that the half-demon girl will turn into a real bloodthirsty demon in 496 days due to bloodline corruption, and then be defeated by the protagonist."

"asshole!"

Rentaro Satomi barely suppressed the urge to grab the guy by the collar, and shouted angrily, "Nia Honjou! You have no heart!"

"Thanks for the compliment."

"I've never seen such a crazy manga artist who dies off the female lead!"

"Don't worry, I'm a believer in the wonderful god of the two-dimensional world, so I'll give you a happy ending later."

"Hmph... You better give it to me, I know your address!"

"Oh no, I forgot about that."

After a friendly neighborhood chat, the two were ready to set off.

Each of them called their children to their side, and the four of them headed towards the central area of ​​Tokyo.

Taxi fares in Tokyo are extremely high, and in this postwar era of soaring gasoline prices, taxis have become one of the luxuries that only the upper and middle classes can afford.

As two poor people living in a neighborhood that was practically a slum, Rentaro Satomi and Nia Honjo naturally couldn't afford to take a taxi.

After walking through the streets for more than half an hour, the Central District finally came into view.

Walking down the bustling street, both children looked slightly excited.

Needless to say, Aihara Enju spends most of her time at school, and in her free time she runs around Tokyo with Satomi Rentaro, taking on small jobs that large police companies are unwilling to take on.

As for Nibekol, as a special individual created by the system, she spent most of her time in the church, just like Nia Honjo, in the life the system fabricated for her, and didn't even go to school.

Rarely visiting Tokyo's bustling Chuo Ward, the two girls, who were about the same age, seemed quite excited.

"Mom, can we come eat at McDonald's later?"

Pointing to a fast food restaurant with a gold "M" sign in the commercial street, Nibekol turned around, his eyes filled with longing.

"When did my Honjo family produce such a spendthrift son like you, who spends money every time you go out!"

Nia Honjo squinted her dead fish eyes and waved her hand, saying, "This month's royalties haven't arrived yet, I have no money!"

"Ani, just bear with it a little longer. After Niya-neechan finishes getting her police license, I'll go home and make you jam bread." Aihara Enju patted her chest. "Although I've never had a hamburger before, jam bread is definitely just as delicious!"

"Waaaaah, Yeonju-chan is so sweet! Come here and let your big sister give you a hug!"

Honjou Nia couldn't resist hugging the adorable Aihara Enju and rubbing her vigorously.

However, because her breasts were so small, Aihara Enju didn't feel any softness at all, and instead bumped her nose and it hurt.

"Boy, you've never even bought Enju a hamburger?" Honjou Nia glared at Satomi Rentaro. "It's so hard for such a young child to resist temptation. Enju is so sensible, and you don't even reward her. Doesn't your conscience hurt?!"

"I've never even eaten a hamburger myself." Rentaro Satomi said expressionlessly after being inexplicably scolded. "Last month I was lucky and my salary was a little higher. Bread and jam were already a luxury. Usually, Enju and I eat stir-fried bean sprouts, braised bean sprouts, and bean sprouts covered with bean sprouts."

"Ah... I feel really sorry..."

As a time traveler, the girl had some understanding of Rentaro Satomi.

But she still didn't expect that this guy was even poorer than her.

But on second thought, this is not actually a difficult situation to explain.

Although Rentaro Satomi is a police officer, the cases he takes each month are the kind that other companies don't want, the ones with the least profit. He travels a long way every time just for a little bit of income.

Moreover, his expenses were much higher than those of Honjo Niya.

Enju Aihara's tuition fees, rent for her accommodation, weapon maintenance costs...

Of course, there's also the cost of the monthly injections of enterovirus inhibitors into Lan Yuan Yanzhu, which takes up the bulk of the expense.

The vast majority of promoters would not buy such items for their Initiators, because if an Initiator mutates into a Gastrea, they can simply replace it with another one from the International Initiator Oversight Organization. There is no need to spend unnecessary funds to extend their lives by one or two years.

However, Rentaro Satomi has come to regard Enju Aihara as family, and he spends most of his income on her.

At this point, it would be unreasonable to criticize him for not taking good care of Lan Yuan Yanzhu.

"Since none of you have ever had a hamburger before, I'll treat you to something new today," Nia Honjo said, trying to save face. "Don't worry about the money. I've saved up quite a bit for the Tenchu ​​Girl figure that's coming out next month. This money is enough for you to have a meal."

"Great!"

"Sister Erya is the best!"

Nibekol and Lan Yuanyanzhu cheered happily.

Rentaro Satomi wasn't particularly interested. He wasn't a child anymore; for him, filling his stomach was enough, and what he ate wasn't important.

"Do you really have enough money?" he asked suspiciously. "Don't end up washing dishes at the restaurant to pay the bill after you finish eating."

"Don't underestimate the strength of adults! If I say it's enough, it really is enough!"

"Okay, but let me make it clear first, I don't have any money with me. If you're planning to borrow from me, I suggest you give up that idea as soon as possible."

"Forehead......"

Nia Honjo took out her wallet from her pocket and carefully counted the amount, not even leaving out the coins.

After taking inventory, she coughed awkwardly twice: "Ahem, I take back what I said earlier. Each person can have a maximum of one hamburger and one order of fries."

"Hey↘ Why is it like this?"

"I don't care, it's better than nothing."

The four of them decided on lunch as they walked.

Chuo Ward is Tokyo's most bustling district.

On both sides of the bustling street, shops are neatly arranged, offering a wide selection of goods for customers to choose from.

The colorful neon lights are on even during the day, attracting the attention of passersby.

Fruit shops, clothing stores, restaurants, department stores, cinemas...

It looks just like any other city.

In fact, if a transmigrator who was not very familiar with this world were to travel to this bustling neighborhood, they would have no idea that this world was actually a post-apocalyptic world where human civilization was on the verge of collapse.

As she weaved through the crowds, even Nia Honjo felt a pang of nostalgia, reminiscent of walking through the streets of Yokohama in the last century.

But soon, that feeling vanished without a trace.

Just as they were about to cross the commercial street to their actual destination for the day, a commotion arose in the crowd.

Ahead of them, a large crowd had gathered unusually, with shouts and curses escaping from time to time.

Rentaro Satomi's expression darkened slightly.

The group stepped forward and squeezed into the crowd, whereupon they saw why the crowd had stopped to watch.

"Little monster, who gave you permission to steal things in our jurisdiction?" A fat policeman in uniform tapped his baton maliciously. "I heard from other colleagues a long time ago that there was a rat roaming around in the central area. I didn't expect to run into him today."

"Luckily, a kind citizen called to report you. Do you know how much of a disturbance you've caused here?" Another policeman kicked over the iron bowl the girl was using to beg in front of her. "Apologize to me right now! We're wasting precious police resources on parasites like you!"

Faced with the coercion and threats from the two policemen, the white-haired girl could only squat on the ground, trembling.

Her eyes seemed to be blind; they were wrapped in bandages and she couldn't see anything. Even if she wanted to escape, she couldn't find the direction to run away.

Even if the iron bowl she relied on for her livelihood was kicked over, scattering the coins and pebbles all over the ground, she couldn't resist.

"Speak up, are you mute or something?"

The chubby policeman grabbed the girl's hair and dragged her up from the ground: "Huh? I'm asking you a question! Not cooperating with the investigation will land you in jail!"

"Please disperse, everyone, please disperse and do not interfere with official business."

Seeing that more and more people were gathering around, the thin policeman had to disperse the crowd: "If this cursed child suddenly attacks and hurts someone, don't expect to get any medical expenses from her. If you get injured, it's all for nothing!"

Upon hearing the police's words, many onlookers showed expressions of disgust and fear, and quickly left.

The crowd quickly thinned out, but quite a few people who loved watching the drama lingered in place.

They chatted excitedly with their companions, their eyes filled with schadenfreude, as if they were playing the role of police officers.

"I...I didn't do anything."

Pulled up from the ground by her hair, the girl looked pained and said in a tearful voice, "I'm just begging here, I haven't stolen anything, please don't do this."

"Hmph, begging?"

The fat policeman not only didn't let go, but instead pulled the girl even higher.

Ignoring her struggles, the fat policeman said angrily, "For a parasite like you, starving to death in the outer district is the best outcome. Even the International Initiator Oversight Organization doesn't want you, so what's the point of you living?"

To strengthen oversight, the International Originator Watch regularly takes in wandering, cursed children.

This is also why they can assign new starters to facilitators at any time.

However, this organization doesn't accept just anyone; they only take in cursed children who have combat-type Gastrea genes or special abilities in some area.

Therefore, the vast majority of the cursed children who wander outside are very weak and can be bullied by even slightly stronger adults.

Unable to survive on their own, they had no choice but to steal, in addition to begging, to stay alive.

But no one will sympathize with them.

Looking at the scene before her, Honjou Nia pursed her lips, her eyes becoming deep.

Chapter Eight: Brave Girl, Go Create a Miracle!

The girl was already prepared for this situation after she saw that her world consisted of black bullets.

In this world, especially in Tokyo, people have almost zero tolerance for cursed children.