A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

"Are you sure you didn't come to the wrong place? This is the 'Monster Research Club,' not the 'Pretty Girl Dating Club.' The Light Music Club next door or the Service Club across the street would be more suitable for someone like you."

"You didn't go to the wrong place."

Akane Shinjo shook her head, her smile deepening.

"Because I love monsters the most."

"I'm sorry, I think you've misunderstood."

Seeing that the other person didn't seem to understand what she meant, Qianyu explained earnestly.

"This club is basically just for me to sleep in. If you're really interested in monsters, you can check out the tokusatsu club next door."

"It's okay, I can sleep with you... no, I mean we can study together."

As if completely oblivious to his refusal, Shinjo Akane pulled a pink folder from behind her back, slammed it on the table, and then presented it to Chiyu with both hands as if offering a treasure.

"This is my application for membership and my resume! Please take a look, President!"

"……CV?"

Qianyu looked at the piece of paper handed to her.

Are high school students this competitive these days when they want to join a club? They even have to put together a resume?

He took it with some skepticism and glanced at it.

Good guy.

The first page prominently displays the title: "One Hundred Ways I Love Monsters."

Turn the page to the next page.

[A 10,000-word thesis on the evolution of monster suit materials between the Showa and Heisei eras]

[On the current state of Tsuburaya Productions' special effects technology under the impact of modern CG]

……

[Winner of the Gold Award in the 3rd Shenshui City Hardcore Tokusatsu Fan Knowledge Competition]

[Memorize the monster illustrations for all Ultraman series from the Showa to Reiwa eras, and be able to distinguish between the original Gomora and EX Gomora in a second.]

[He has a private monster figurine collection room with over 500 items.]

My dream is... to create my own monster.

Qianyu's finger paused for a moment on the last column.

This resume shows that this woman's obsession with monsters has reached an outrageous level.

In the tokusatsu (special effects) industry, he would definitely be a top-tier figure. Even in any normal monster club, he would be treated like a prized possession.

But this did not change Chiba's determination not to hire anyone.

"Snapped."

He spent five seconds reading through the highly valuable resume with a blank expression, then folded it twice as if it were a supermarket promotional flyer and stuffed it back to Shinjo Akane.

"I'm sorry, Shinjo. Your resume is impressive; you could even be considered the most professional monster fan I've ever met."

Akane Shinjo's eyes sparkled.

"So, did I pass?"

"Do not."

Qianyu leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and gave a ruthless answer.

"I'm sorry, no."

"Huh? W-why?"

Akane Shinjo's smile froze instantly, and a hint of surprise flashed in her purplish-red eyes.

"Am I not qualified enough? Or do I need to pay club dues? I really love monsters! And I can make models, so I can make mascots for the club..."

"It's not a matter of ability."

"Then why? My qualifications are so good! Is it because I didn't bring the membership fee? Or is it..."

She bit her lip, her eyes turning somewhat resentful. "Does the senior dislike me?"

"It has nothing to do with that."

"Because our club is already full, we are not recruiting new members."

Fully booked?

Akane Shinjo was stunned.

She straightened up and looked around the empty activity room, which was only about twenty square meters in size and had no one in sight except for Qianyu and a pile of miscellaneous items.

Apart from the spider weaving its web in the corner, there wasn't a soul in sight.

"Um...senior."

Akane Shinjo pointed to the air around her.

"Although I'm not very good at math, in this room that can only fit two tables... apart from you and me, even including that spider in the corner, it's definitely not 'full' yet, right?"

"right."

"So... 'full capacity' means...?"

"Just me." Qianyu's expression remained calm. "I am the limit."

Akane Shinjo: "..."

What kind of twisted logic is this?!

A huge question mark popped into her head; she couldn't understand the thought process of the boy in front of her at all.

One person is enough? Isn't that just another way of saying "there's practically no one here"?!

"Wait, wait, wait!" Akane Shinjo exclaimed impatiently, "That's such a flimsy excuse! There's clearly no one here, how could it be full—"

"The club's bylaws stipulate," Qianyu interrupted her, pulling a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket, "Article 7, Section 3: The maximum number of members for this club is one; we will not accept members exceeding this limit."

Akane Shinjo leaned over to take a look.

That line of text was indeed written on the paper, the handwriting so messy it looked like it had just been written with a foot.

The ink isn't completely dry yet!

"Did you write this on the spot?!"

"No." Qianyu calmly put the paper back in her pocket. "It's a historical document; don't worry about the details."

Akane Shinjo was so angry that her face turned red.

She'd never met such an unreasonable person in her entire life! If you don't want me to join, just say so! What's the point of making up such an obvious, ridiculous excuse?!

"Waaah—!"

She glared angrily at Qianyu, her cheeks puffed out, looking just like a pufferfish whose dried fish had been stolen.

But she didn't know how to refute him, after all, he was indeed the president of the club, he set the rules, and it was his freedom not to let her join.

but……

But she really wanted to join!

This is the Monster Research Club! A holy land where you can discuss monsters with like-minded people! She searched for so long to find this club, how could she be turned away like this!

Chapter 139 Xiao Ke Returns

"Really... really can't we discuss this?"

Akane Shinjo looked at Chiba pitifully, her eyes almost red.

"I really love monsters... I finally found a club where I can study monsters... You... you can't just shut me out like this..."

Qianyu looked at her pitiful appearance, but felt no emotion.

It wasn't that he was cold-blooded, but rather that this girl had a particularly dangerous aura that made him instinctively want to keep his distance.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what kind of aura it was, but he had a feeling that getting involved with this girl would be very troublesome.

He already has enough messes to make: Michiyo's relentless pursuit, Camilla's scheming, and the "Clow Cards that create monsters" hidden somewhere.

That last question was particularly troublesome for him.

After killing Gorba yesterday, Chiba has confirmed that those monsters were created by a certain concept-level Clow Card, but the mastermind behind it all is still a mystery.

In short, it's better to avoid trouble before figuring out the situation.

"Rules are rules."

Chiba stood up, signaling to Shinjo Akane that she could leave.

"If you want to study monsters, you can check out the tokusatsu fan club next door; I heard there are quite a lot of people there."

"But those are just ordinary fans who only watch dramas!"

Akane Shinjo retorted unwillingly.

"You can't have any in-depth conversations with them! What I want is real research that allows us to discuss monster ecology, energy cycle mechanisms, and the principles behind suit design!"

This kind of thing is completely unrelated to me!

Qianyu walked to the door, opened it, and gestured for her to enter.

"Take care, and don't bother seeing me off."

"Hmm...I see...then I won't bother you any longer."

Akane Shinjo's shoulders slumped noticeably, and she exuded an air of dejection, as if she had been abandoned by the world.

She kept her head down, muttering complaints like, "It's supposed to be a monster research club, but they don't welcome real monster enthusiasts." Her pitiful look made her resemble a puppy abandoned by its owner on the roadside.

What a pity.

Qianyu remained calm.

If you're cold-hearted enough, any attempt to play the victim is just empty talk.