Living your daily life in a shonen anime seems to be wrong.

"Aren't you going back to find Toshinobu and Ruiko?"

"We can't go back for now. It's just the two of us. Can't you stay with me?"

"can."

The little girl nodded.

I don't quite understand why we have to stay here.

cross?

The little girl didn't have this concept; she just felt that she and Qi Ye had arrived in an unfamiliar place.

"Then let's find a place to build the shrine first."

Spatial teleportation transported the little girl onto his back, carrying her on his back.

God said, “Let there be light.”

And so shrines came into being.

As the white-robed archbishop of the shrine, it is Nanaya's job to spread the shrine's glory and the faith of the doujinshi.

We need to raise some money before that.

Perhaps we could go directly to the palace's treasury for a stroll?

That's a good option.

Anyway, there aren't any Devil Fruit users in this world; at most, they can only use certain abilities through Imperial Arms.

"Okay, then let's do it this way."

……

This is a world that is gradually collapsing.

Whether they are high-ranking officials or ordinary people, they will always be accompanied by emotions such as greed, arrogance, and prejudice.

Let's not even talk about high-ranking officials and nobles.

For ordinary people, their lives may be alright.

At least that's the case for ordinary people in the capital.

But in this huge city, there are not only high-ranking officials and ordinary people, but also many people from other places, and many poor people who are starving.

Even children.

Some of these children, like Akame, will be taken away or bought by the Empire or other forces, or trained to be assassins, or used directly for "experiments."

There are also some children that nobody looks up to.

For example, mixed-race individuals with other ethnicities.

These are the most prejudiced children, because the surrounding ethnic groups are dissatisfied with the empire's rule, and many have begun to rebel.

To the people of the Empire, they were enemies.

And their children, even those who only bear their blood, are enemies.

Perhaps no one would kill them outright, but throwing stones at them, driving them away, and refusing to sell them food are things that ordinary people can do.

However, those in high positions simply watched them hurt each other.

For those people, there is no difference between ordinary people, people of different races, adults, and children.

Apart from those officials who are of conscience.

But those officials are ultimately a minority and have no power to change anything. They are even struggling to protect themselves. In such an environment, if you don't go along with the corrupt practices, you will be ostracized and suppressed.

Either change the world or change yourself.

If you have neither the ability to change the world nor the willingness to change yourself, you can either be killed, directly rebel, or continue to remain silent.

But let's leave that aside for now.

Whether one possesses conscience or not has nothing to do with Qiye.

He simply went to the palace's treasury, took a lot of gold and silver treasures, and put them all into the space opened up by his right eye.

No one noticed.

Carrying Philippe on his back, he returned to the street once more, preparing to find a suitable place.

"On the other hand, if I had known I would be traveling through time, I would have moved some of the relevant equipment into the space earlier."

The space in the right eye can still hold a lot of things.

This space is thanks to Kaguya.

However, if it weren't for Kaguya, he wouldn't have time-traveled again, which seems to be Kaguya's fault again.

However, it doesn't matter, Kaguya is already dead.

That strange space can destroy not only a person's body, but also their soul.

too frightening.

Chapter 291: She

It was a little girl, dressed in tattered clothes, and her body was dirty.

No, it can't even be considered clothing.

Perhaps it was just some rag that someone else had thrown away and found in a garbage dump, which they simply wrapped around their body.

Long pink hair.

Because it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, it had become somewhat messy, and even looked like withered grass.

Several children threw stones at her.

The adults drove her away, saying things like she was a "child of another race."

The little girl didn't say anything.

Her eyes were filled with tears, yet she stubbornly bit her lip, refusing to let herself cry.

Looking at the people around him, he seemed to feel wronged.

She didn't know what she had done wrong, and she didn't understand why everyone was treating her this way.

But she could sense that she was disliked by many people.

Aside from children who have had the same experience, no one talks to her, no one approaches her, and they even prevent her from getting close. If they see her coming near, they will wave her away like they are shooing away flies.

No one would give her food or drink.

But she still lives on with strength.

Everyone wants to live, and wants to live well.

Although many people cannot do it.

He didn't say anything, just kept his head down and walked along the busy street, constantly dodging the oncoming crowds.

She may avoid others, but no one will avoid her.

If you bump into or collide with someone, you'll get hit; this isn't the first time.

Perhaps those people deliberately didn't hide.

Of course, there were also people who avoided her. Young girls and ladies dressed in gorgeous clothes would always cover their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs and hide away with disgust whenever they saw such a dirty child.

They were afraid she would get their clothes dirty.

Of course, she was also very scared.

Their clothes were very expensive, though she didn't know exactly how expensive they were. She only knew that if they had that money, she and children like her could eat well for many days.

The prerequisite is that someone is willing to sell them food.

In general, if you were to actually bump into or encounter such a noblewoman, you would be beaten even more severely by her guards.

They might even kill them outright.

Perhaps no one has ever considered children like them as human beings.

What a strange world.

But she still bumped into it.

I bumped into a little girl who was standing in front of a shop.

It even knocked someone to the ground.

This terrified her.

They wanted to escape.

But fear made her body forget how to move, leaving her standing there stiffly, her face filled with terror.

I also saw that little girl.

She was a very cute little girl with long blonde hair and two tufts of hair sticking up on her head. She was wearing a black and white dress and carrying a pink heart-shaped bag.

Very clean.

She was a very pretty young girl, with delicate features.

"It's over!"

A thought flashed through her mind.

In her opinion, such cute and pretty little girls must be children from wealthy families.

If you bump into someone like that, you'll get beaten up.

They might even take her back. Many children who were taken away never appeared again. Perhaps they died, or perhaps they are still alive but unable to get out.

But being captured and still alive isn't a good thing either.

"Ok?"