My wife is the stand-in.

Icarus was still holding the watermelon, but she spread one of her wings and sheltered Amanosaki from the sun.

The expressionless girl, with a five-cent popsicle dangling from her mouth, aimlessly looked around.

Amano Sakiya had an old-fashioned popsicle in his mouth, his eyes shining with satisfaction.

He's rich now, the weight of gold and banknotes is making his back ache. Icarus used her 'strategic all-purpose angel' surveillance methods to collect gold prices from the gold futures market, and with all the checks and odds and ends, Amanosaki's assets are now estimated to exceed four million.

That's enough for him to buy two fully furnished secondhand apartments in the Yushan Second Ring Road area.

"Is this what it feels like to achieve financial freedom?"

Amanosaki leisurely munched on an old-fashioned popsicle, finally experiencing a feeling of "being so happy here that I don't want to leave."

In this world, he possessed wealth that he might not have accumulated in his entire previous life, and he was about to start filming a movie to promote anime culture.

Amanosaki looked up at Icarus, who was radiating cold air like an ice machine under the sun, pushing away the scorching heat, and thought to himself that he now had a legitimate harem girlfriend.

He also became a chivalrous knight-errant, gaining the power to stand up for others.

Very satisfied, extremely satisfied, so satisfied that I want to sing.

So he said to Icarus, "Icarus, I remember you have the [Master Card], right? I went out without my headphones, could you give me a pair with the card?"

Icarus's turquoise eyes flickered a few times before he calmly refused:

"In this world, I cannot contact Synapse from 'Heaven's Lost Property', and I cannot use the [Master Card] to retrieve any items from it."

Then a stream of data appeared in her hand, and a six-barreled Gatling gun was held in one hand by the girl. Icarus asked in a harmless tone, "Apart from the external energy card, all the conventional weapons I have are working properly. Nozaki, is there anything I can help you with?"

“There’s no need for that.” Amanosaki shrugged, rejecting Icarus’s idea of ​​using weapons to get him a pair of headphones. “I thought you could get anything as easily as Yubaba.”

Icarus continued, “Theoretically, I can obtain anything in this world using physical means, but Nozaki doesn’t allow it. Yubaba’s methods are witchcraft, which essentially utilizes the supernatural forces activated in this world, while my ‘Omnipotent Card’ is a teleportation device that obtains items from Synapse and can grant people’s wishes, but only if I can contact Synapse.”

The girl pointed to herself, her calm face resembling that of a certain emotionless person: "My current fame is too low to summon Synapse in this world, so the [Universal Card], which serves as a teleportation device, is just for show."

"understood."

After listening to Icarus's rambling words, Amanosaki slapped his thigh and cheered up.

Icarus also had desires; she wanted to increase her fame.

Amanosaki picked up the tablet, rubbed a small green gem the size of his little fingertip in his hand, and slowly infused it with magic power, preparing to draw some pictures of Icarus during the morning.

He lifted one foot to push away the cold air ring created by Icarus, then suddenly pulled it back, looking at the girl suspiciously:

"Hey, if you want to increase your fame, you're not thinking of getting yourself a watermelon pet that won't spoil, are you?"

The emotionless girl turned her head away, avoiding eye contact with Amanosaki.

"Hey! Look me in the eyes, Icarus!"

"Nozaki talks a lot."

"Icarus, you're thinking of the watermelon instead of me? As your boyfriend, I'm really hurt." Amanosaki clutched his chest, heartbroken.

Icarus puffed up his cheeks like a hamster and remained silent.

"Look at me, Icarus! Why are you just standing there!?"

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In the end, Amanosaki could not overcome the importance of watermelon in Icarus's heart.

He could only succumb to Icarus's threat to turn off the air conditioning, assembling the magic-filled gem with the tablet pen, using magic to control the tablet pen to create, while wandering around the construction site like a stray dog ​​under the workers' bewildered gazes.

Outside the police cordon in the distance, a group of reporters were taking pictures of the scene and shouting complaints at the police who had blocked the road.

Seeing their anxious and resentful expressions under the scorching sun, Amanosaki, who felt psychologically traumatized, suddenly felt much better.

'Hmph, even though we're both in the propaganda machine, I'm still different as a privileged class.' Amanosaki, who yesterday considered himself a member of the proletariat, immediately became arrogant after seeing someone who was suffering more than he was.

It can only be said that gloating is human nature.

Amanosaki continued to tour the construction site, and soon he discovered that the construction sites in this world were quite different from those on Earth.

Although there are large machines, such as excavators, pile drivers, cement mixers, and loaders, due to the prevalence of superpowers, large-scale projects involving thousands or even tens of thousands of people inevitably include a group of people who possess superpowers but are unwilling or unqualified to become heroes and fight evil, and instead combine their superpowers with their work.

Because of their special abilities, these people are often able to master their jobs faster than other workers and excel at them.

If we had to make a comparison, it would probably be equivalent to the level of an eighth-grade worker in an old state-owned factory in China.

Even frontline workers who master core technologies are so highly regarded that even the factory manager has to serve them tea and cigarettes, and the workshop director has to bow and scrape before them.

Amanosaki witnessed a middle-aged worker with a weak ability to control water whistling as he carried a water pipe as thick as a bowl and poured water directly into a wooden plywood filled with cement dust.

Such irregularities, in this major national project, would be considered utterly disgraceful on Earth.

But here, everyone seems to take it all for granted.

The middle-aged man skillfully turned the metal valve with his thumb to control the water flow, while his other hand went directly into the unmixed lumps of cement. A vortex appeared around his hand, and the wet surface and dry center of the ash lumps were quickly broken up by the vortex and turned into perfectly uniform cement.

His water control skills were remarkably sophisticated. Because his supernatural ability was weak, this plasterer had developed a simple yet efficient set of supernatural construction techniques over more than ten years of work. These refined skills were beyond the reach of most martial arts masters with water control abilities.

His construction process is so fluid and seamless that watching it is like witnessing performance art that the general public can understand.

Amanosaki believes this should be attributed to the art of construction sites, which brings strength and life to people.

Without a doubt, he was the equivalent of a cement truck and several operators. The water pipe he was carrying was also different from those of the other workers; it appeared to be specially made.

Such personalized devices are not uncommon on construction sites. These workers with special abilities are the cornerstone of the smooth and efficient operation of this construction site, which has far fewer large machines than other construction sites of the same scale on Earth and even started construction without the installation of cranes.

Icarus, holding a watermelon, looked at the old man doing manual labor and exclaimed, "Amazing!"

She was also amazed by this meticulous attention to detail.

'If I could do that, then every bullet could eliminate an enemy!'

Icarus couldn't help but imagine himself soaring through the air, his super Gatling gun firing at a rate of 4000 rounds per minute, precisely killing four thousand people per minute.

"No, no, that's unnecessary. We don't need to compete in a place like this," Amanosaki quickly said, stopping Icarus from having such wild thoughts.

The construction worker tapped his helmet with his thumb, revealing a set of neat teeth and a bright smile, as if to say something encouraging like, "Go for it, young lady, I believe in you."

"So don't encourage her. She's not some construction site angel; she's a real killing machine."

While silently criticizing the old man who was casually dusting off the floor, Amanosaki had a vague idea in his mind, and he subconsciously recorded the scene on his tablet.

Just then, a technician wearing a red hard hat appeared nearby, rolled up his manual into a megaphone shape, and shouted in all directions, "Hey! The surveyor has fallen into the foundation pit! Someone come and help!"

Without a word, Amanosaki packed up his tablet and ran over there. Icarus bowed to the gray-haired superpowered man, whispered a thank you, and then spread his wings and followed.

The pleated skirt, pressed against her skin by the wind blowing through Icarus's flight, beautifully outlined the curves of the girl's hips and waist. This inevitably attracted the attention of the hardworking laborers, some of whom whistled loudly and often sighed, "That's why I always said, our construction site is so hot, we need pretty girls like this to keep us motivated. Otherwise, after a while, even the men seem pretty."

"Holy crap, you can even react to men? You're not gay, are you?" The driver of the crusher immediately stuck his head out and yelled, while covering his butt with one hand. "I sleep in the bunk above you, bro, you're making me uneasy!"

"Get lost! If you say another word, I'll use a shredder to relieve your constipation tonight!"

Amanosaki didn't hear the workers' teasing, and even if he had, he wouldn't have said anything. Icarus's clothes were a replica of a straitjacket. In the anime, they looked very revealing, but in reality, just like a straitjacket, they had zippers all over his body. Once you unzipped them, his bare shoulders, chest, and navel would be completely covered.

So they can't see anything.

"Need help to rescue someone? I'm a chivalrous knight from Qunxia Mountain, I can go into the water and save people!"

Amanosaki braced himself against the horizontal concrete pile, nimbly vaulted over the pile that was only a person's width wide, and the others, seeing this, went back to their work.

The technician, wearing a loudspeaker, looked completely bewildered. He pointed to the foundation hole, which was oozing yellowish water:

"What are you talking about? Saving people is such a trivial matter; our water ghosts would have gone down there long ago."

"The problem now is that the surveyor is not here, so the surveying work cannot proceed normally. Therefore, we need someone who knows surveying to fill in. Hey, can you do it? If not, step aside and find someone else. Don't delay the project schedule."

When Amanosaki heard about the measurement work, the vague ideas that had been in his mind suddenly became clear.

His mission is to record the righteous deeds of heroes for propaganda purposes. The expedition team has not yet set off, but who says that only eliminating evil and heretics is righteous?

Isn't helping people solve their difficulties also a just act?

So Amanosaki called over the flying Icarus and, pointing to the bewildered girl, introduced her:

“Brother, I’m just an ordinary swordsman, but this one is much more important. Handing the measurement work over to her will definitely be fine!”

The technician looked at the girl in front of him suspiciously. The girl's appearance and clothing seemed to have nothing to do with technology. She looked more like a young male actor who was out for a fashion show.

"Is she okay?"

Icarus's eyes were fixed on the booklet rolled up in the technician's hand. In his emerald eyes, there were faint, rotating circles of structures that resembled focusing lenses, and numbers invisible to the naked eye kept rolling around in his vision.

Chapter 68: The construction site is amazing!

Her skin was as smooth as mutton fat, and the radiant light gave her face a touch of pink.

An angel on earth spreads its wings, feathers symbolizing holiness and purity fluttering down. A girl wearing a yellow hard hat spirals upwards. Amid the workers' exclamations of "Whoa!", the construction site angel soars and flies freely like a white dove.

The legend of angels is widely circulated both at home and abroad. Even in China, where theology is not prominent, most adults with a little common sense understand its significance.

Angel, God's messenger on earth, and a being second only to the One God in Western monotheistic legends.

Now soaring over the Sanjiang construction site across China.

Reporters, who were stopped by the police outside the line, watched this foreign symbol fly by and immediately raised their cameras, snapping away in a flurry of clicks.

Amanosaki shaded his eyes with his hand, watching the expressionless girl survey the entire construction site from high above under the blazing sun.

"This guy... is still carrying a watermelon on his back."

Dark red circles focused within her emerald eyes, as a vast amount of geographical and topographical data swept across them. With each flap of the girl's wings, wind pressure blew.

The dust and cement dust were blown up by the fan and scattered everywhere.

Despite the strong winds, everyone on the construction site wore a relaxed smile.

In the sweltering heat of Chongqing, such coolness on a construction site with no greenery to provide shade is truly a rare treat.

But what brought laughter both inside and outside the construction site was the watermelon on the girl's head.

Icarus held her favorite "pet watermelon" with both arms, like an African girl carrying a tray on her head, flying high in the air.

What's even more interesting is that it was an angel who made such a comical gesture, while the angel's face still maintained that indifferent expression.

This contrast is so striking that it's hard not to burst into laughter.

"Nozaki, measurement complete."

Icarus landed without warning, smashing a shallow crater into the hard mud that had already been run over by the machines, and the cool wind made the workers groan.

Even the toughest man will show his tenderness when faced with the cold air under the scorching sun.