Poor magical girls, work for me!

Less than ten minutes after Yukio Matsushima hung up the phone, the soft sound of an engine shutting off could be heard outside the convenience store.

Two all-black vans were parked quietly by the roadside. The doors slid open, and three people in light gray uniforms with diamond-shaped badges on their chests quickly walked into the convenience store.

They acted as professionally as an expert team handling an accident, showing no surprise whatsoever at the mess and the mangled truck cab.

As Ryosuke Miyagi looked at these "professional accident handling teams," a voice rang in his ears.

A 200 mph truck crashes into a convenience store! Despite the absurdity of the scene, the professional team's expressions remain completely unchanged! Clearly, the Tokyo monster-versus-magical-girl scenario has become a routine for these professionals, and their price is merely a few silver coins.

All of this requires money! Money! Money! You realize that the world's operating rules have never changed—capital is supreme.

But now you have a "money-printing machine," though you need the help of your part-time workers. Looking at Matsushima Yukio's tired yet relaxed profile, you decide to take advantage of her most relaxed moment to make some outrageous demands. No other reason than, you're rich!

[Reward: How to make a magical girl willingly work overtime (When you have money, the strong will work for you; when you have enough money, the strong will do anything for you; when you have so much money you can't spend it all, the strong can let you do whatever you want. In the reality of Tokyo, everything has a price tag.)]

For the first time, Ryosuke Miyagi acknowledged the voice in his mind.

In this world where a perfect after-sales system has already been established, money has indeed become the most crucial element. The devastation left behind by magical girls battling monsters can be cleaned up with just one phone call, and someone will come to clean up the mess.

No wonder the strange and unusual stories that occasionally pop up on the internet are always quickly buried; it must be because relevant departments are behind the scenes controlling and optimizing public opinion.

It is precisely because of this group of people that no one knows that magical girls actually exist.

The leader of the three was a young woman wearing thin-rimmed glasses. Her first glance was not at Matsushima Yukio, but at Miyagi Ryosuke standing to the side, her gaze lingering on the Witcher's Handbook in his hand for a few seconds.

Gurgle...

The eye on the cover of the Witcher's Hunting Manual moved and automatically aimed at the young woman.

A line of information appeared in Ryosuke Miyagi's mind.

Name: Rie Morikawa

Occupation: Level 1 Investigator

"Affiliation: Special Anomaly Countermeasures Unit, Security Bureau, Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

Level: 3 (1-50)

"Hobbies: assembling vintage film cameras, organizing case files and journals, and brewing unsweetened roasted tea with salted rice crackers."

"Dislikes: Overtime work, matcha flavor, Witcher."

"Current favorability: -25 (dislike) Note: The Witcher's Hunting Manual in your hand reminded her of bad memories, and her first impression of you is extremely poor."

? ?

The one I dislike, is a Witcher?

……

"Ms. Matsushima, is this the Level 1 incident report you submitted?"

Rie Morikawa's voice was extremely flat. Perhaps because she was working overtime, her voice was devoid of any emotion, sounding just like a cold machine confirming a process.

"Yes, yes!"

Matsushima Yukio felt instinctively afraid when facing the investigators, because each meeting would incur a large after-sales service fee.

This is no different from going door-to-door to collect debts.

Matsushima Yukio took a step forward, and the excessive movement and nervousness caused the hem of her already torn and shortened shirt to slide up an inch.

She hurriedly reached for it, but forgot that she was still holding the three silver coins in her hand. Two of the coins slipped through her fingers and rolled to the counter.

She instinctively bent down to pick it up...

Ryosuke Miyagi watched as Yukio Matsushima frantically made a mess of things.

Even though her senior is a magical girl, she still makes mistakes when she gets nervous, just like when she's working.

What a beautiful scene! A bankrupt magical girl bends down for three silver coins, while you stand on high, your gaze just brushing past her drooping hair, down her unguarded nape of the neck, and sliding into the depths of her slightly open collar—she has no idea what this posture reveals to you.

She wasn't even aware of what she was showing you—this is the privileged perspective that comes with economic dominance!

[Reward: Brief visual boost of 5.2 (5 seconds of ultimate visual enhancement, watch whatever you want.)]

The curve of her bent back was so full that the thin shirt clung to her back under the influence of gravity, outlining the concave lines of her spine and the soft contours of her narrow waist.

Even with the enhanced visual effect, you can still see the slight bulge of her bra clasp under the fabric, even without close inspection.

They really don't treat him like an outsider.

Ryosuke Miyagi finally looked away; he could feel a pair of eyes staring intently at him.

Level 1 Investigator – Rie Morikawa.

……

Rie Morikawa raised her wrist, scanned the convenience store with the device in her hand, and the screen lit up with a pale blue halo.

"Structure damage level 78%, non-supernatural item loss list automatically generated. Standard intermediate repair package, 3 silver coins..."

Her gaze fell on Ryosuke Miyagi.

"Do we still need to erase his memories?"

"No need, he's a witcher."

"The Witcher, ha..."

These three words caused a slight change in the young woman's unchanging expression.

"Haven't heard from them in a long time. Didn't those old guys all die in that holy war?"

Arrogant! How dare you, a mere junior, comment on the glory of the Witcher!

One of Rie Morikawa's closest relatives was a witcher, and the trauma of her childhood made her instinctively resistant to witchers.

But this is your chance. Beautiful girls often have some childhood trauma. To know how to make a girl remember it for a lifetime, you have already fulfilled one condition—the Witcher. Now all you need to do is give her a fatherly elbow to the face and let her relive her childhood trauma!

She will truly remember you for the rest of her life! Let her understand that the honor of a Witcher can never be trampled upon!!

[Reward: Fatherly Love Elbow Strike (As long as she comes within one meter of you, you will uncontrollably elbow her in the face, allowing her to relive her fatherly love and leaving an indelible impression.)]

……

Ryosuke Miyagi took a half step back, creating enough distance between himself and Rie Morikawa in front of him.

He's not a Witcher... so-called glory has absolutely nothing to do with him.

"Never mind, your guarantee is enough."

Rie Morikawa finally removed her chilling gaze from Ryosuke Miyagi.

"Pay up."

"Including the cost of recovering the monster corpses, you will need to pay two silver coins."

Xuexu clutched the three silver coins, still warm from her body, in her palm with a pained expression.

Her thumb unconsciously rubbed the edge of the silver coin, her fingertip repeatedly brushing against the fine lines, as if she could make the metal thicker.

After hesitating for two seconds, she still handed over two coins.

She quickly stuffed the remaining coin into her shirt pocket. The coin made a soft "clink" as it fell into the pocket, and the thin fabric bulged slightly, sticking right to the outside of her thigh.

She subconsciously pressed the spot with her palm to confirm the presence of the silver coin once again.

Rie Morikawa took the two silver coins and touched them lightly on the instrument.

Inspection of goods.

The surface of the silver coin gleamed faintly.

Beep—The instrument lights up green.

This is top-quality, pure, unadulterated currency. This rare purity of currency is generally collected as a collectible...

Normal instrument testing would show a yellow light, indicating that those silver coins were crude products mixed with some impurities.

Has Yukio hooked up with some rich guy? How can she be so willing to spend money like that?

She turned to her two colleagues and said, "The money has arrived, let's get to work."

The two men behind him nodded, quickly returned to the truck, took out two huge silver discs from the cargo compartment, and placed them on either side of the convenience store.

As the disc started, it emitted a low-frequency hum, and Ryosuke Miyagi saw the overturned shelves, shattered glass, and even deformed truck cabs begin to self-restore as if playing a video in reverse.

The ice wall dissipated into specks of light, the goods on the shelves returned to their original positions, and the automatic door slid back into place...

Everything was restored to normal in less than three minutes.

"The receipt has been entered into your magical girl file."

Rie Morikawa handed over a bill.

"Next time, I suggest moving the battlefield before causing further damage. Although there is a repair service, frequent requests will affect your credit rating, and the damage you caused to a level 1 monster has already reached the intermediate level. You need to learn to control your power and how to quickly deal with monsters."

Matsushima Yukio repeatedly bowed, apologizing and saying thank you for troubling them, as she watched them leave.

After the three left, the convenience store returned to the quiet it should be like late at night.

The fluorescent tubes burned steadily, casting long shadows of the two people onto the smooth ground, where the shadows subtly overlapped in certain places.

Matsushima Yukio leaned towards the cashier, a movement that caused her shirt to slip slightly off the shoulder, revealing a small portion of her rounded shoulder, where the skin shone brightly white under the lights.

call……

She took a deep breath.

It was a rare occasion that she still had a silver coin in her pocket…

"Senior Yukio, can we talk? About my hiring you..."

Matsushima Yukio straightened up and subconsciously swallowed.

"Ryosuke-kun, we just agreed that the maid wouldn't be considered a loan..."