I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The alarm clock rang precisely at six o'clock.

Fujiwara Izaya reached out from under the covers and turned off the alarm clock on the bedside table.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the Snow Woman floating between the bed and the ceiling, fast asleep; her long, silvery-white hair hung down, emitting wisps of cold air, like a waterfall frozen in winter.

"Ah~"

"We'll have to make an air conditioner casing out of cardboard to cover you up."

Fujiwara Izaya yawned as he got out of bed, half-closed his eyes as he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, wash his face, count his abs, and then put on clean workout clothes.

While washing his face, he couldn't help but wash it for a few more minutes because he thought the person in the mirror was very attractive.

Her eyes were clear and bright, her features were like those of an exquisite Greek sculpture, and the shape of her eyebrows gave her a sharp, razor-sharp look.

He grinned, a slightly frivolous smile playing on his lips, exuding a cool and slightly roguish charm that was quite appealing.

Straighten the bangs in front of your forehead to cover your eyebrows, then smile shyly.

With his vision slightly obscured, the roguish handsome boy transformed into an artistic and refined young man, exuding a delicate and hazy poetic beauty.

Fujiwara Izaya rubbed his messy hair, looking somewhat troubled.

He is clearly a monster who makes a living through his skills, but because of his ridiculously handsome face, almost everyone who sees him for the first time will subconsciously think that he is someone who makes a living by his looks.

So...

Human prejudice is truly immense!

After leaving the bathroom, Fujiwara Izaya left the shrine directly.

It was just past six o'clock, and the eastern sky was just beginning to lighten. There was still a lot of milky morning mist on the road, and the lines of power lines and buildings were faintly visible.

He began his morning run along the banks of the Sumida River.

During his year in Tokyo, morning runs have become one of Fujiwara Izaya's regular training routines. While these runs have brought minimal improvement in his physical abilities, their main purpose is to maintain his physique.

Even among the monster race, those who are obsessed with appearances are prevalent, and the chubby, otaku-like type is not popular with their peers.

Asakusa is Tokyo's oldest district, with a rather chaotic urban planning, densely packed low-rise houses, and narrow, congested roads.

It was still dark, and there weren't many pedestrians. The only people on the streets were workers delivering milk and newspapers. Fujiwara Izaya quickened his pace and ran along the Sumida River toward the Skytree in the distance.

This section of the road is less crowded and has many gently undulating sections with moderate slopes, making it ideal for running.

Arriving at the 634-meter-high Sky Tree, Fujiwara Rinya bought a can of iced cola from a vending machine.

Pull the tab and sip it out slowly.

He is not thirsty.

I just wanted to drink iced cola.

I brushed my sweat-dampened bangs aside, looked up at the sky, and as time passed, the pale pink dawn in the eastern sky became much brighter than when I left home, and the morning mist in the air became damp and heavy.

As soon as I get home, I'll take a shower, change into a clean school uniform, and go back to school.

On the way back, the sky gradually turned blue, and the banks of the Sumida River were planted with ivy, evergreen trees and various other green plants. Occasionally, you could see beautiful gradient blue hydrangeas.

Halfway there, Fujiwara Rinya casually opened the system to take a look.

【panel】

【Mall】

【Task】

[Card Pool]

Four options appeared before him, and he clicked on the taskbar interface.

The system's tasks are divided into three types: Awakening, Random, and Daily.

The first one has never been triggered.

The second type... I'm not sure, but it's basically a random task that gives you random points and random materials.

The third type of daily task, which seems to be the simplest, is the main source of points.

[Daily Routine: Randomly select a lucky ghost, perform a ritual to help it pass on to the afterlife, and receive 300 points as a reward.]

[Daily Rotation 1: At exactly 12:00 noon, a 500 yen coin is found under the fat orange cat sleeping in the school courtyard. Please collect the coin for yourself. Reward: 100 points.]

[Daily Rotation 2: At 4:05 PM, purchase all the Pepsi in the third row of the vending machine in front of the school building. This will trigger a 0.005% chance of winning a grand prize, rewarding you with 100 points.]

You can earn 500 points by completing all three daily tasks.

You can buy 2.5 popsicles for the Snow Maiden!

Shutting down the system, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but laugh at his own idea.

It's such a great system, but all I can do with it is play it like a simulation game. It's such a waste...

However, the moment this feeling of regret surfaced, he swept it out of his mind.

As a noble "young master," he possesses innate advantages that most monsters in the world cannot match, so he doesn't need to rely on external forces like the system to become stronger.

I!

Fujiwara Izaya, born with a strong will!

The wonderful slogan flashed through his mind, and a strange fighting spirit ignited in Fujiwara Izaya's heart. He hummed "Fly to that blue sky" and accelerated his sprint.

Just as I was about to turn away from the banks of the Sumida River, I suddenly heard a scream.

Fujiwara Izaya looked in the direction of the sound.

In front of a Western-style pastry shop by the river, a woman rode a Honda scooter loaded with a basket of bread, shouting in surprise as she twisted the throttle and sped straight down the Sumida River.

The woman's heroic spirit in facing death startled Fujiwara Izaya. By the time he reacted, the woman and her car had already plunged into the river.

"Puff-"

A splash of water rose up.

"Ah, gurgle—"

A short gasp rang out, only to be interrupted by the sound of water being poured in.

Then came the sound of violent splashing, the river surface churning and ripples spreading outwards.

He'd either drown or die from stupidity... Fujiwara Izaya ran over quickly, plunged into the water, swam rapidly to the woman's side, grabbed her arm, and swam towards the shore.

result……

The woman grabbed his arm.

Once she got close to him, she wrapped her arms tightly around Fujiwara Izaya's neck, and somehow her legs wrapped around him, as tightly as an octopus.

Being held so intimately by a woman, besides feeling the softness of her body, felt quite uncomfortable.

At this point, Fujiwara Izaya was completely unable to move. He couldn't even surface, let alone swim back to shore.

This is really difficult.

Left with no other choice, he could only try to slap the water with both hands to pull the woman up to the surface.

Two heads barely made it above the water.

"You, don't do this... let me... gurgle gurgle..."

Just as Fujiwara Izaya shouted out, the woman, in a panic, pushed his head back underwater.

She herself let out an "ah" sound, and then started making "gurgling" noises as well.

"You... let me swim, glug glug..."

"Help me... gurgle..."

"I'm saving... gurgle..."

It is said that even people who are good swimmers can be caught in the panic of a drowning person when trying to save them, and end up dying together.

Fortunately, Fujiwara no Izaya was a yokai, otherwise he would have died at the age of seventeen.

After exhaling all the air he could from his lungs, he sank directly to the bottom of the river and carried the woman on his back from the bottom of the water to the wet steps on the shore. It took him a lot of effort to drag her ashore.

He was soaking wet and looked utterly disheveled.

The woman wasn't much better off; she lay on the ground, constantly vomiting water from her stomach, the vomiting sounds echoing incessantly.

“Hey, please,” Fujiwara Izaya turned around, his tone somewhat helpless, “If you can’t ride a motorcycle, just ride a bicycle. It doesn’t matter if it’s slower or more tiring, at least you won’t be a burden to others.”

"I'm so sorry..."

As she spoke, the woman lay down on the ground and vomited again. Water droplets kept seeping from the ends of her hair, her soaked clothes clung to her delicate body, and her slender legs trembled slightly.

In April in Tokyo, the temperature was only around ten degrees Celsius in the morning and evening. Her lips turned blue from the cold, which was quite pitiful.

Fujiwara Izaya waved his hand in front of her: "Are you alright now?"

"Th-thank you..." The woman sat up, hugging her knees, her voice shy, "This is...this is my first time riding a motorcycle, I don't really...I don't know how to stop it..."

Fujiwara Izaya, who had initially felt some pity for her, was suddenly stunned and loudly questioned, "How did you get your driver's license?"

The woman tilted her head slightly, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

I don't know why...

Her "what's a driver's license?" expression gave Fujiwara Izaya a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

It's just an illusion...

"Never mind, just be more careful next time."

"Oh... goodbye."

Fujiwara Izaya shrugged, turned around, and ran back towards Asakusa Shrine.

Early this morning, I encountered a stupid woman trying to drown herself. When I tried to save her, I was forced to drink some of the water myself. What bad luck!

However, when he thought about how much more pitiful the woman was, not only had she fallen into the river, but she had also lost her motorcycle, Fujiwara Rin suddenly felt much better.

Moreover...

On the bright side, if the stupid woman soaked in the river for so long, wouldn't the water she drank be the beautiful woman's bathwater? Conversely, she also drank her own bathwater, right?

This is what you call a two-way romance!