Don't force me to use my right fist.

Qingjiu raised her hand and patted the shoulder of her most loyal subordinate twice, which was a way of soothing Vodka's frustrated mood at the moment.

"But it's also time to call back our executors who have been away from the nest for too long. A vampire hunter choosing to be someone else's maid, has she really forgotten her job?"

Qingjiu glanced at Dr. Ali beside her and pulled down her black top hat, clearly not wanting to discuss these matters any further.

"Yes, I will contact her. With her there, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened today. It's time for you to recruit more capable people, Chief. This time, it's just that the weirdo who escaped really didn't have any intention of hurting anyone. Otherwise, I can't imagine how much worse things would have been."

After giving his final advice to Qingjiu, Dr. Ali left the now-peaceful meeting room.

"Is it really possible for something so strange to have no intention of hurting anyone to exist in this world?"

Qingjiu leaned back in her chair and murmured in a voice only she could hear.

"Steve? 626? What exactly are you...?"

-

In a park a few kilometers away from the supernatural disaster countermeasures office.

Achoo!

A strange sneezing sound came from the bushes that had been neglected for some time, and then a pumpkin head peeked out from the bushes.

"I'm in a completely unfamiliar world now, how could anyone still care about me? Could it be that Tomie?"

After carefully confirming that there were no other figures around, Saya, who had finally managed to dig himself out of the ground, reached for his head and easily removed the pumpkin helmet that the researchers in the research institute had been struggling to remove.

Rubbing his still slightly itchy nose, Sōyū glanced at the starry night sky above and, roughly estimating the time from the moon's position, decided it wasn't midnight yet. He then found a relatively clean patch of grass and sat down.

Only now is Zuoyou able to truly sort out his current situation.

First, he took off the diamond suit that was still sparkling like it had special effects on it. Sayu breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully still wearing the clothes he wore before he traveled to that blocky world.

Now, although it's comparable to Iraq in terms of quality, at least there's some covering, right? He thought it would be completely naked.

As if appearing out of thin air, a miniature iron bucket appeared in Sōyū's right hand. As he put it down, it quickly transformed into an iron bucket filled with water.

After scooping up a handful of water and washing his face briefly, Zuoyou was able to see the reflection of the short-haired black boy in the water.

He's not exactly a celebrity idol in terms of handsomeness, but he's certainly good-looking.

His most distinctive feature was probably his bright eyes beneath his sword-like eyebrows. Perhaps because he had experienced too much in another world, the boy's eyes held a maturity beyond his years.

"Doesn't the body in that world grow? It's no different from the body before I was transported by the dump truck."

Sawa, who had forgotten how many years he had spent in that blocky world, straightened his bangs that were hanging down to the corners of his eyes and muttered to himself.

Even an overdue 18-year-old can still pretend to be a high school student, right?

Saya thought to himself, eager to gain the advantage of being a typical high school student in Japan.

Chapter Seven: How did you do that?

Sōyuu had considered just how absurd this world could be.

It's one thing for a brewery to start dealing with weird things instead of catching the mole.

When you're bored and have nothing better to do, a girl just falls from the sky.

I've never seen Zuo You before.

In all honesty, he just wanted to find a secluded spot in the park to dig a hole and rest for a while.

Even as a transmigrator, Sōyū was completely baffled by the sudden appearance of a girl.

Of course, if a burning helicopter or something else fell down with this girl, that's another story.

As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. Sawa only regretted that his eyesight was so good that he could see the helicopter falling from the sky with flames from a distance, as well as the freebies inside.

Judging from her attire, she should be a high school student.

It's been confirmed that high-risk professions exist in Japan. Perhaps the price of power is bearing an equal amount of danger.

With the airdrop landing right in his face, there's no reason for Sayu not to be a bystander.

This can be considered a person's innate instinct to enjoy melons, something ingrained in their bones, just like farming.

So when Zuoyou casually took out a bucket of water and extinguished the flames around him, and came near the wreckage of the helicopter, he met the gaze of those wine-red eyes.

Her long, black, Hime-style hair was somewhat disheveled, perhaps due to the impact, and her beautiful face was expressionless, defying description.

The black outfit was quite simple, but the soft material just by looking at it suggested it wasn't something an ordinary family could afford.

That makes sense. Ordinary people don't travel by helicopter. She's obviously a rich girl.

Unfortunately, the girl's body seemed to be stuck in the wreckage of the helicopter, and only faint traces of blood could be seen dripping down her chest.

I don't know whether to marvel at the quality of the helicopter or to say that this girl is incredibly lucky to have survived without losing consciousness; that's quite a miracle.

"Um, do you need any help?"

Slightly embarrassed, Saku scratched the back of his head, realizing that his appearance was indeed a little out of place. He pointed to the still-burning fuel tank of the helicopter next to him and said...

If his guess is correct, even if he extinguishes the flames now, the helicopter should not be far from exploding.

In the end, the one inside will only end up turning into fireworks along with this thing.

Even at this point, the girl still possessed an indescribable elegance and beauty. She tilted her head slightly, and her two willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she hadn't understood what Saya had said.

A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, which she instinctively wiped away with her small hand. However, it seemed to aggravate her wound, causing her already slightly furrowed brows to tighten even more.

However, the scene, coupled with the firelight that dyed the sky red, possessed a wonderfully poignant beauty.

What a look of despair it was, as if he had faced death countless times, his eyes were completely lifeless.

"Forget it, it's not my style to stand by and watch someone die. You're just lucky you managed to bump into me."

Seeing her expression, Zuoyou shook his head and slowly moved closer to her.

"It's no use, you can't damage the helicopter's hull. Wouldn't it be better if I just died in this explosion?"

A clear yet elegant voice, like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley, rang in Zuoyou's ears, trying to stop him from doing something meaningless.

The girl seemed completely unfazed by the fear of impending death; instead, her expression revealed more curiosity about Saya's presence there.

"I said, there's no need to be so pessimistic, but there's one thing I can ask you for a favor. If you faint now, I reckon it'll save you a lot of trouble. Can you cooperate?"

Sōyū tapped the wreckage of the plane that separated him from the girl. Because the flames around them were still burning fiercely, the area he touched was frighteningly hot.

The sturdy material is probably why the girl was able to fall alive, but it is also because of this that she is trapped in the cage that was originally meant to protect her.

Of course, none of that matters. What Sayu is more concerned about is what if he shows off his abilities and scares the guy in front of him?

Judging from her condition, if she gets any more frightened, she might bleed to death.

How come she's in such good spirits? If she were to faint, wouldn't it be as simple as closing and opening her eyes?

It's a good thing for both her and herself.

Saya, wondering if he could negotiate, weighed the diamond pickaxe that had appeared out of thin air for a moment, but stopped when he saw the wreckage that was almost fused with the girl.

It's safer to use the right fist. He can't bear to see such a bloody thing if he accidentally digs half of someone out.

"You must be a homeless person from around here. Since you seem to have a kind heart, I'll give you a piece of advice: run as far away as you can right now. Otherwise, even if there's no explosion, you won't be able to leave here alive."

The girl, whose face had grown increasingly pale from blood loss, dismissed Saya's words as a sign that he was mentally unstable. She shook her head at him through the cracked glass and said...

Then, with a crisp thud, the girl watched as Saya made a gesture of extending his right fist, and the steel debris that separated her from him shattered almost instantly.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Sawa, who was only thinking about smashing the wreckage and hadn't noticed what she was saying, looked up and met the gaze of the girl with wide almond-shaped eyes.

"..."

How did you do that?

She didn't reach out to grasp the hand that Saya offered to help her out of this dangerous place. The girl's pale face regained some color, and she asked him in surprise.

"Couldn't you come out and say something first? This is just your last gasp before you die, isn't it?"

Sōyū sighed helplessly. He knew that exposing himself to ordinary people would not be a good thing, but he couldn't understand why this girl would choose curiosity over survival.

Of all the people I've met in this world so far, can't anyone have a normal brain?

"Just consider me as someone with superhuman strength, whose physique, honed through rigorous training, far surpasses that of ordinary people, okay?"

Seeing that she still didn't seem to want to get up from her seat, Zuoyou could only say that, but he leaned over and scooped her out of the seat.

It's because he's soft-hearted; he can't just watch someone die right before his eyes.

Chapter Eight: You're Not Human?

"Tell me, how exactly did you manage to do that?"

After glancing at Saya's hand resting on her slender waist, the girl coughed up another mouthful of blood and asked.

"I don't think that's the key point. Are you really that stubborn? You're the one with a big hole in your chest, not me, right?"

Saya carried the girl away from the wreckage of the helicopter, which resembled a time bomb, and placed her on a park bench before speaking.

Sawa felt as if he were the one suffering a near-death experience, and that the girl was a researcher trying to extract the last bit of information from him before he died.

Please, you're going to die!

He squinted at the wound on her chest, torn open by the wreckage. Through her blood-soaked clothes, he could vaguely see the gruesome scene of flesh, internal organs, and shattered bones mixed together.

And yet she was still able to soberly ask him how he had just done it. I don't know if it was because she was too curious or if she was really that thick-skinned.

But Saya knew one thing: if he didn't do something to her, even if she didn't die in the explosion, the wound would be enough to kill her.

"It's just death. Even if I'm not injured, those who want me dead should be arriving around this time."

Looking down at the wound on her chest, the girl's face grew even paler, and when she looked at Sōyū again, there was even a hint of resentment in her eyes.

"If I had been blown up, it would have been a quick and painless release. Now, what's the point of all this you've done?"

She glanced down at the wound on her chest; even if Saya rescued her, she wouldn't live much longer.

Moreover, if he were caught by those guys who were chasing him, he would face torture and death, which was a minor matter, but he would feel bad about dragging the boy in front of him into it.

"Talking about meaning is meaningless in itself. Letting someone die right in front of me is not something I could do."

Sōyū rolled his eyes, searched through his backpack for a long time, and finally found what he wanted. He then forcefully shoved a bottle into the girl's mouth, silencing her from any further questions she wanted to ask.