Why is the Demon King like this?

On his way home, Keisuke Ao deeply reflected on the mistakes he had made.

Although memory is as elusive as a mischievous fish, he should have been more cautious, for example, by glancing more at the signs on the shelves rather than getting lost in the variety and descriptions of the products.

Fortunately, he came up with a solution in 0.3 seconds and returned all the alcohol by making an excuse that he had forgotten his ID.

Some common sense that surfaced from his memory made Keisuke Ao feel a little embarrassed—if he wanted to buy alcohol, he could just buy it privately from the convenience store where he worked.

The store manager sympathized with his plight and was willing to secretly sell him alcohol. All he had to do was have an adult employee buy it first, and then he would "transfer" it to Aokiji. There shouldn't be any major problems.

This can protect a store's liquor sales license from being revoked.

Japan has a strict age requirement of 20 for drinking and purchasing alcohol. Therefore, people who look young are often asked to show identification when buying alcohol. Celebrities over 30 who are asked to show identification because they look young often proudly post the photos online. However—

In reality, Japan's control over youth drinking is a complete failure.

According to statistics, 60% of junior high school students and 80% of high school students in Japan have started drinking alcohol, with more than 30% of high school students drinking alcohol every month!

Even incidents of drunk driving causing accidents and public disturbances due to alcoholism are frequently reported in the news, so don't believe the shameless praise of some public intellectuals. This is a nation that is good at putting on a show.

Besides, the apartment actually has a lot of wine in its collection, and the original owner hasn't even finished his stock yet, so there's absolutely no need for him to buy more now...

Keisuke Ao was dragging two large bags of snacks and fast food as he walked down the street. It was getting dark, and he looked more and more like an oddball.

Who would buy more than 20,000 yen worth of goods at a convenience store in one go?

He turned and walked toward a secluded alley—it seemed even more bizarre to simply throw these things away.

Besides, what's so strange about it? Couldn't it just be that you're preparing a party?

The alley was even darker and more chaotic, with piles of garbage in the corners. Various voices could be heard through the walls. As Qing Guijie walked around the corner, he came face to face with a group of school delinquents.

"what……"

As Aoki Keisuke was about to retreat, he took the opportunity to observe what these idle hooligans were doing.

They were holding sticks, and it looked like they were surrounding a lame... kitten?

Ok?

"Wait, stop—"

"Hey! Stop right there!"

The two groups paused strangely, until someone in the delinquent group suddenly laughed out loud: "Aihara-san, you guys just seemed to be acting out 'Your Name,' the one directed by Makoto Shinkai."

"Takahashi, you better watch your step!"

Aihara blushed and slammed the wooden stick in his hand against the wall: "These things don't matter. Look at all the food he's carrying. He should just take it out and share it with us."

"Wow, this guy is really rich!"

The bad guys let the kitten go and surrounded it. The dirty, black-furred little dumpling immediately shrank into a corner, but because it had a limp, it couldn't run far.

Keisuke Ao sighed. The reason he stopped was not because these bad guys were bullying the animals, but because the cat's spirituality index was over 50!

No matter what, we can't let bad people ruin such valuable materials.

But aren't there too many delinquents in Tokyo?

This makes the Demon King's time-travel adventure suddenly seem so cliché! Damn it!

Aoki Keisuke's mind was filled with uncontrollable light novel plots, followed by the original owner's fear of the negative.

This emotion was immediately suppressed by Aoki Keisuke. There were seven delinquents surrounding him, and the only thing that caught Aoki Keisuke's attention was his hairstyle, which required half a bottle of hairspray to maintain.

Besides, these people look like they're terrible at fighting, they're just child's play opponents.

What's there to be afraid of?

Even if this body is a little weaker... well, okay, it might still be a bit difficult to deal with.

He put down two large bags of snacks and, to his best interest, offered a word of advice: "You scum, I'm not in a good mood right now. I suggest you get lost."

To be honest, the Demon King, who couldn't buy any wine and whose homesickness was stirred up, is indeed not in a good mood right now.

"Iron!"

The thugs started shouting and banging their wooden sticks around, making the whole alleyway filled with dust, and even the kittens were frightened and meowed.

No matter what, it's really lame for a delinquent to only scare kittens, isn't it?

"Kneel down and apologize!"

"Hand over your wallet!"

Aokiji gained another insight—no wonder most people are unwilling to venture into alleyways.

He made too many mistakes tonight.

Fortunately, there were no security cameras here.

"Shut up!" he commanded in a regal tone. "Then stand still!"

He took two steps forward and slammed his fist into the face of a thug.

He collapsed to the ground in a bad way, unable to even let out a scream.

The other delinquents were both shocked and furious. It was one thing for Qing Keijie to turn back first, but how dare he fight back now?

Aihara, whose hair was longer and stiffer than his head, roared, "Beat him up!"

Keisuke Aoki dodged the wooden stick, ran quickly to the edge, grabbed someone's wrist, and pulled him toward the direction the stick was about to strike.

"what!"

The meat shield let out a scream, having been hit by at least three sticks. Then, he was kicked away by Qing Guijie, crashing into his companion. The two rolled twice on the ground, both clutching their heads and unable to get up.

They had just touched each other's heads.

Keisuke Ao shook his hand; his finger joints were a little sore from the punch he had just landed. Forcing himself to move without training was indeed a bit of a stretch.

The remaining four thugs looked at each other in dismay. Three of them had been knocked down in a single exchange, and the situation seemed rather dire.

"You dare to resist? We have plenty of brothers!" Aihara threatened, his voice laced with bravado. "Stop and admit your mistake now, and we might forgive you."

I wasn't wearing a school uniform, and I was wearing a baseball cap and a mask. The alley was so dark, how was this guy going to find me?

Aokiji laughed. He took a step forward, and the four delinquents took a step back.

Walking over to the first delinquent who had fallen, Aoki Keisuke bent down to pick up the fallen stick.

"You...you bastard!"

Aihara's eyes lit up with surprise upon seeing this—there was an opportunity!

He kicked Aokiji in the head with a sudden kick; at this distance, there was no way he could dodge it!

Without even looking, Aoki Keisuke slammed the wooden stick hard onto Aihara's other leg.

"Snapped!"

Before he could even kick, the delinquent leader immediately fell to the ground, clutching his knee and yelling. Qing Keijie then struck him on the face with a wooden stick to silence him completely.

"When I tell you to shut up, you should shut up obediently. Also, if you like fighting, you should practice your lower body more. You're trash who can be blown away by the wind, yet you dare to show yourselves off!"

"You three! Come here and carry this person away!"

"Yes! Yes!"

The three men, who were still struggling with whether to abandon their brother and run away, were relieved and decisively dropped the stick, pulled the man up, and ran haphazardly out of the alley.

Keisuke Ao casually tossed aside the wooden stick—it was something these delinquents had taken from a pile of boxes nearby.

The kitten, whose spirituality index exceeded 50 and met half of the spellcasting standard, huddled in the corner of the box and has stopped meowing.

Only faint human voices and distant loudspeakers could be heard in the alley.

Keisuke Ao didn't like the murky air in the alley. He quickly walked to the corner where the kitten was hiding and pinched the back of its neck with two fingers.

The cat was black and dirty, with two large, round yellow eyes that were unusually lively. It looked scared, panicked, and a little bit ingratiating.

Its neck was being squeezed, its forelimbs were raised high like a Frenchman's, and its body remained motionless.

"I can take you back, but you must acknowledge me as your master and cooperate with my experiments. If you agree, just say so."

The person and the cat stared at each other for a moment before the kitten trembled, wagged its tail, and let out a soft "meow".

At this moment, Keisuke Ao realized that this guy was not a solid black cat. It looked like it was wearing a pair of white gloves on its front paws, but it was too dirty to be noticeable.

Rounded up, it's a pirate cat.