I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

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As for learning?

When in his life has he ever gone to school?

Mingxian returned to the agency, and on the way, he bought a few books on music theory. He opened the books and read them for a while, greedily learning the relevant knowledge.

An hour later, he had completely mastered composing music and writing lyrics.

At this moment, Mingxian's will was already very strong.

Gene lock level one, in a state of constant activation.

The power of thought is so great that it can directly control the physical body, not just flesh and blood, but also the brain.

Having a photographic memory is just the foundation; logical thinking skills have also improved.

If he wanted, Mingxian could even earn a doctoral degree in a short time and make a name for himself in the scientific community, but there's no need for that.

Science is worthless in the face of mythology!

This is not outrageous talk, but the reality of this world.

How powerful are the gods?

Enough to completely overturn the laws of the earth, if the self of the gods is not strong enough, and if there is no power of fate to stop them, turning the earth into a flat surface is just a matter of a thought.

Moreover, after Mingxian used his [Power], he came to a conclusion.

Reason and objectivity mean little to a god-slayer.

Because power is a subjective thing.

The final battle between the protagonist of the original "Godkiller" novel and the goddess of fate is said to have triggered the Big Bang, which may not be a metaphor but an objective description.

In addition, the introduction of the multiverse at the end,

Mingxian wouldn't be surprised if several universes were destroyed because of the Godslayer.

Therefore, although he could become a scholar, he felt it was unnecessary, and that it would be more practical to study mythology.

In short, he set it up.

Feeling that it was about time, Naruhira got up and sent a message to Hayasaka Ai.

"Has the old man from the Shinomiya family arrived?"

I received a message on my phone immediately.

Hayasaka Ai: I hired you, right?

Mingxian: Yes.

Hayasaka Ai: Shouldn't this be something you should be investigating?

Mingxian: I am a tough-guy detective.

Hayasaka Ai: You mean someone like Ken Takakura?

Mingxian: No, I mean, I will use my own hard body to physically resolve the request.

Hayasaka Ai: …

After sending a string of ellipses, Hayasaka Ai couldn't help but sigh. Looking at her two friends resting with their heads on her lap, she could only type frantically to explain the situation of the Shinomiya family.

"After Shinomiya Hiromitsu died, his body was recovered, and the news was temporarily suppressed. The old man has arrived in Tokyo and is working to stabilize the situation."

After that, she sent another address, which was the place where Shinomiya Hikari's body was kept.

Mingxian glanced at it and sent a message to confirm.

"Is this a shrine? Shouldn't it be parked at the hospital?"

Hayasaka Ai: "The Shinomiya family has only witnessed those kinds of things. The old man seems to know some supernatural secrets, so he stopped at the shrine."

Mingxian: "Okay, I'll come over after I finish recording the song."

Hayasaka Ai sent a confused emoji.

Mingxian calmly walked downstairs and entered LIVE HOUSE Galaxy, a live house located in the commercial street. There were quite a few bands performing there, and even many girls who loved music.

Due to historical differences, Japan has a rich musical culture.

Numerous large-scale music competitions have emerged, and in recent years, girl bands have gradually become fashionable, even spawning their own dedicated term.

The era of the Big Girls Band.

Mingxian thought it was pretty good; at least the live house was clean and there was no smell of smoke as he had imagined.

Even in CiRCLE, a live house primarily targeting young girls, you can smell the fragrance.

"Rikka."

A gentle twang of the zither echoed through the quiet shop. In the distance, a girl was busy with chores, her figure appearing exceptionally soft and beautiful under the dim light.

Asahi Rikka has long, gray-blue hair that cascades down like a waterfall, perfectly complementing her emerald green eyes, which resemble the clearest stream in the forest, exuding an indescribable stubbornness.

Dressed in a simple yet neat employee uniform, with a pair of black glasses perched on her nose, she exuded a scholarly air.

Her long hair was casually tied up with a hair tie, gently falling over her shoulders.

Her entire outfit was very plain and unremarkable, like a girl from the countryside.

In fact, it is true.

"Is there something you need, Mr. Naruhira?" Rikka's voice was barely audible, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

She was a little shy.

Mingxian, in particular, is a well-known eccentric in the Galaxy commercial district.

A detective agency that specializes in handling paranormal events.

There's also a sign hanging at the entrance.

He doesn't look like a decent person at all.

Although Rikka knows quite a few abnormal people, Naruhira feels that something is a bit serious. She seems to live in her own world and acts entirely in a self-centered way.

A serious look flashed in Mingxian's eyes as he slowly asked, "Want to earn some extra money?"

Upon hearing this, Rikka stiffened slightly, then seemed to realize something and unconsciously took a small step back, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.

"Um, please allow me to refuse."

Her voice was as soft as a whisper, carrying a hint of shyness and hesitation.

The air around them seemed to freeze at that moment, and Rikka's face became even more rosy, like a cherry blossom in its first bloom, making people want to get closer.

His eyes flickered with curiosity and unease, as if he were torn between his own thoughts and his inner turmoil.

Mingxian sighed, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes: "It's not a performance on stage, just recording audio in the recording studio."

"Oh, this is it."

Upon hearing this, Rikka's tense nerves finally relaxed, and a hint of relief appeared in her tone, "I thought..."

Her words suddenly stopped, and the blush on her cheeks deepened instantly, as if dyed the most intense color by the setting sun, like the most beautiful flower in spring.

Mingxian: "..."

What is this girl thinking?

[Potential target: Rikka Asahi, progress 50%]

Who asked you?

Mingxian couldn't help but twitch her eyelids slightly, completely baffled by how the system calculated the progress of this strategy. It didn't seem like a favorability rating system at all!

"In short, we just need to find a drummer, a keyboardist, and a singer, and then we can start recording songs," Mingxian said presumptuously. "We can also do some filming and make a music video, which we can then release online."

Rikka cautiously reminded him, "Mr. Naruzuru, there's also the bass."

What is bass?

"Ugh?"

Rikka showed an adorable, flustered expression.

Just then, a steady voice rang out from not far away: "He was just telling bass jokes."

Naruzuru and Rikka both looked over at the same time.

A very cool girl with short black hair was leaning against the wall, carrying a long box, and glancing at them sideways.

"Beth mercenaries?" Rikka blurted out.

Hairin Hachiman is a well-known bass mercenary in the surrounding live houses. Her record is playing support bass for thirty bands at the same time, and her bass skills have reached a professional level.

"Now we've found a bassist too."

Mingxian clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Would you like to hire me?"

"Is such that."

After thinking about it, Hachiman Kairin did not refuse. What difference did it make who she was as a support bassist?

and.

Hailin glanced at Rikka, slightly uneasy.

While this may be somewhat biased, most men who play rock music do so not for the music itself, but to look cool or for women.

Will this child be fooled?

With that in mind, Hailing accepted the commission.

Image: "Rikka Asahi", Location: "Images/1730633135-100420133-112302330.jpg"

Not Agito: Chapter Twenty-Five is sung by Masked Singer.