Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Whether it's a cheat system or this girl, why are there always people like this around me since I came to this world?

Mian felt another headache coming on. Just then, the girl who called herself Ain approached again, asking with extreme solicitity:

"So, my lord, why were you crying just now? Was there something I did wrong?"

Why bring up something you shouldn't answer? Mian didn't really want to answer this, but the other person was so close, seemingly determined to get an answer, that he finally scratched his cheek and said:

"No. I just dreamt about my parents."

"ah--"

Ayn drew out her voice and turned her back.

"Your parents must be good people, that's why they're making you cry so much. I think my parents must be good people too, but unfortunately I've never met them."

The girl's voice was filled with loneliness, leaving Mian unsure how to respond. She could only steer the conversation back on track.

"They're probably good people, but let's put that aside for now. Did you pull me back from the car accident—from the alley where the dump truck was attacking?"

Hearing Mian take the initiative to talk about her achievements, Ai Yin immediately became energetic and turned back, nodding repeatedly.

"Yes, I was conducting a sacred hunt nearby when I saw you get hit by a dump truck and thrown into the air, yet you were completely unharmed. At that moment, I knew you were my destined lord, so I brought you back here. Did I do the right thing?"

Seeing Ayn approaching like a puppy, Mian awkwardly patted her head.

"Of course, thank you for bringing me here anyway."

The gratitude was genuine; if the police had noticed the accident nearby, they would have come to check. Even without attracting the police, lying there in that gang-infested neighborhood was extremely unsafe for Mian, but...

"By the way, where are the things I'm carrying?"

Realizing that something important seemed to be missing from her, Mian broke out in a cold sweat and quickly asked Ai Yin for advice.

Upon hearing this, Ayn skipped over to the side, rummaged through a pile of odds and ends and pulled out a coat, a gun, and a shard of glass, which she excitedly presented to Mian.

"This is the coat you were wearing before, and the gun inside the coat. And this shard of glass that you were clutching so tightly in your hand—I figured it must be something valuable, so I brought it all back for you."

"What about the Holy Sword?"

Mian shook Ain's shoulders, sweat pouring down his face.

"It's that broken half of the mop handle. Think carefully, do you have that?"

"Huh, a mop handle? A holy sword?"

Ayn looked like she was thinking hard, and then large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Eh!!! So that's the Holy Sword? I thought it was just trash on the street, so I didn't bring it back..."

Ayn realized she had committed a terrible crime, and her deep red eyes instantly filled with tears of panic.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, my lord! I, I, I'll go and retrieve the Holy Sword right away!"

Like a startled rabbit that had done something wrong, she turned around and tried to rush outside.

"stop."

With quick reflexes, Mian grabbed Ein by the back of her hospital gown and pulled her back like a chick.

"Are you going back to your death?"

Mian lowered his voice, his face full of helplessness.

"We have absolutely no idea what the situation is like in that alley. It might still be completely surrounded by police, or the gang's reinforcements might have arrived. Going back would be like walking into a trap."

Mian didn't really mean to blame anyone. Rather, when he saw that the Holy Sword was actually a tool for making trouble, he vaguely thought that such a day might come, but he never expected that this day would be the first.

Despite this, Ain still shrank back, tears welling in her large eyes, and looked timidly at Mian:

"Then...what about the Holy Sword? Our lord has no weapon..."

"Let's think of another way."

The thought of the Holy Sword lying in that alley, possibly being recycled as trash someday, and the fact that she was powerless to do anything about it, made Mian's headache worsen.

Just then, a bright light flashed before his eyes—it was a shard of the mirror.

Mian's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately took the shard from Ain's hand. Familiar characters reappeared on the mirror shard, but this time they brought no good news.

[You are brave to fight the great dragon, but the price is heavy. The holy sword is nowhere to be found, and the divine armor needs you to remove the blasphemous pieces before it can be replenished with holy power again.]

"Damn it, you're a useless piece of trash too. I was even starting to have a slightly better opinion of you."

What do you mean by "just got the cheat software, but lost it all because it was damaged by a dump truck"? So all I got was a newbie trial voucher?

The holy sword is temporarily lost, and the armor needs recharging. If someone were to die in the meantime, it would be a disgrace to any transmigrator.

Looking at the text, Mian felt an involuntary urge to shatter the "crystal ball" into even finer pieces. However, after a fierce tug-of-war with her left hand holding the mirror shards, Mian finally slumped her shoulders in resignation.

"No matter what, at least we've survived for now. As long as we're alive, there's still hope."

Mian sighed, racking her brains for what she should do next, when just then, the shards of the mirror began to gleam again.

You are the king, the master of this land. You have never needed to rely solely on brute force. The knights and squires who remained loyal even when facing dragons still stand by your side; they will help you overcome all your troubles.

Knights and squires? Even if you include that mentally ill little girl, there are only two people in this huge warehouse. Where would I get any followers?

Mi An thought to herself, but the things that the golden finger had described and confirmed in the bathroom were still fresh in her mind, so she still looked behind her.

Whether it was expected or reasonable, Mian had no one by his side to act as a servant or knight, not even a single animal.

Behind him were only a pile of dusty crates, a rusty iron frame, and...

Mian squinted, and on the monotonous, rusted iron frame, a strikingly vibrant color caught his eye. He took a few steps closer to the color and quickly recognized what it was.

There were several children's toy cards placed on an iron shelf, with several cartoon characters printed on them with extremely poor-quality ink, namely knights and squires.