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

The girl, as if she had found a kindred spirit, moved closer.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Akane Shinjo. Is this your first time here?"

"I noticed you were staring at those tokusatsu suits the whole time. Are you a monster fan too?"

As Shinjo Akane said, Chiba was indeed staring at someone cosplaying as Ultraman Tiga, but that was because he was imagining what he would look like if he became Ultraman Tiga in the future.

It was not what the girl meant.

Before Chiyu could deny it, Shinjo Akane, as if presenting a treasure, pulled a book out of her heavy-looking shoulder bag and stuffed it into Chiyu's hands.

"Since we're so close, how about checking out my new work?! It's related to tokusatsu fan fiction. Although it's just a first draft outline, I think you'll like it!"

Akane Shinjo's overly familiar attitude caught Chiba off guard.

But out of politeness, he casually flipped through a few pages.

Then Qianyu's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.

Good guy

This isn't some kind of tokusatsu fanfiction; it's practically a war criminal's declaration.

The book depicts a story that takes place in ancient Osaka.

An ancient monster named Golza awakens from its slumber, causing the earth to tremble and wreaking havoc, enslaving humanity as well.

The humans depicted on paper howled and fled at the monster's feet, finally kneeling in despair and worshipping the destructive beast as their king.

Although it's just an outline

But the whole story is filled with a pure worship of monster violence.

The yearning for the collapse of order is palpable between the lines.

"How was it? Wasn't it great?"

Akane Shinjo stared at him expectantly, as if anticipating some kind of approving reaction.

"..."

Qianyu closed the notebook and tucked it back into the girl's arms.

"First and foremost, the drawing skills are commendable."

"But how should I put it, kid, I suggest you go see a neurologist, or watch less tokusatsu and go out and get some sunshine."

"And is this Ultraman fan fiction? Why isn't Ultraman in it?"

"Hey?"

Akane Shinjo took the booklet and tilted her head slightly.

"Because monsters are the main characters in tokusatsu dramas."

"Because I just love monsters. Their pure power, their will to exist for survival or destruction, is what I find most beautiful."

Qianyu looked at the smiling girl in front of her.

If it were the old him, he might have thought this was just a patient with severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

But now, we can only categorize them as mentally ill.

"Feel sorry."

He took a half step back, creating a safe social distance, afraid that the other person's aura would infect him.

"The writing is good, but I don't like this kind of bad ending, and I have no interest in destroying the world."

"Huh? I see..."

Akane tilted her head, a hint of regret in her voice.

"What a pity. I thought I'd found someone like me. How about we add each other on Line? If you change your mind later, we can discuss other monsters."

"no need."

Qianyu resolutely refused, leaving no room for negotiation.

This kind of dangerous individual is clearly in a precarious mental state; spending even a second more with them is irresponsible towards one's own life.

Although he sidestepped the girl and quickly blended into the crowd, he didn't even turn his head back.

Akane Shinjo, though rejected, wasn't annoyed. Watching Chiba's departing figure, she thoughtfully twirled a strand of hair by her cheek with her fingers.

"Don't you like the ancient era?"

"That's true, it's too far removed from the past, there's no sense of immersion. It would be much more interesting to set the background in modern times, wouldn't it?"

……

Having shaken off the strange pink-haired woman, Chiba continued his search.

Before he knew it, he had wandered into the club booth area.

The crowds here were even greater than outside. Various doujinshi and merchandise were displayed on the tables, and otaku were waving banknotes with eyes full of fervor, as if they were on a pilgrimage.

Wow, these guys are really rich. They're definitely otaku.

As Qianyu sighed, he stood at another club's booth about fifty meters away from him.

Eriri Sawamura Spencer was sitting behind a table piled high with notebooks and surrounding objects, looking like a wilted plant suffering from dehydration.

"Mr. Kashiwagi, please cheer up a bit."

While signing autographs for fans, Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at the blonde loser out of the corner of her eye.

"I know your sales have been crushed by my novel, but do you have to put on that abandoned puppy expression? It's an eyesore."

"Shut up! Kasumi Shiko! Who...who got dumped?! Are you an idiot?"

Eriri bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, grabbing a sketchbook as if to throw it, but ultimately putting it down helplessly.

"Our sales figures are definitely on par with yours! And... it's not because of that!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha noticed something amiss, but mistakenly assumed it was related to Aki Tomoya again, so she didn't pay much attention.

Eriri lay on the table, burying her face in her arms, her proud blonde twin tails hanging lifelessly over the edge of the table.

Her mind was filled with Kazama Chihiro.

To be precise, it was what that bastard said at school yesterday.

How could this be?

How could Chiyu, who has always been like a follower since childhood and only ever revolves around me, suddenly say something like that?

It was probably just something said in anger, right? Just like when I say "I'm never talking to Rinya again," it'll be fine in a couple of days, right?

But a whole day has passed! A full twenty-four hours! That guy hasn't sent a single Line message! Not even an emoji!

Just as Eriri was gritting her teeth, preparing to mentally poke a thousand holes in Chiyu's image with a pencil, she inadvertently looked up, her gaze passing through the crowd, and caught sight of a figure that was all too familiar.

That guy with the black backpack, wearing his ever-present casual jacket, looking around like a headless fly.

She would recognize him even if he were ashes.

Eriri's eyes widened instantly, and the gloom vanished in an instant.

he came!

He actually came to the comic convention!

You know, that guy is known for always avoiding these kinds of otaku gatherings.

Unless he came specifically for someone else!

And here, besides his childhood sweetheart, who else is worth making a special trip for?

"Hmph, I knew it."

Eriri's lips curled up wildly. The feeling of surprise that had just surfaced in her mind was forcibly suppressed by her, and she put on a textbook tsundere expression.

They definitely regret it.

It must be because he said something too harsh yesterday and couldn't bring himself to send a message, so he deliberately came here to create a chance encounter, then awkwardly apologized, and finally begged himself to forgive him.

That must be it!

Eriri then even stopped caring about the stall.

"Xia Shizi, could you watch my stall for me? I have to leave for a bit!"

After saying that, the young lady, who had been listless just moments before, seemed to have been recharged. She straightened her skirt, adopted an arrogant posture, and strode out with an air of indifference.

Kazama Chiba was getting increasingly annoyed by the red dots around her.

Suddenly, everything went blurry, and a golden lightning bolt blocked their path.

"Hey! You look like a complete idiot!"

Eriri stood in front of Chiba, hands on her hips, chin held high, striking her signature tsundere pose.

What are you doing here?

Chiyu, who was searching for the traces of the card shift, was startled by the sudden shout.

He turned around and saw the blonde girl who looked like a proud little peacock, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Why did I have to run into her at this time?

"Do you own this place?"

Qianyu replied coldly, without even stopping, but simply turned to try and get around the young lady blocking her way.

He has absolutely no desire to reminisce about his childhood sweetheart ex, whom he has unilaterally blocked.

However, Eriri, who had already activated her self-conquest mode, automatically interpreted these words, which were clearly laced with hostility, as "I'm shy, I'm too embarrassed to say that I came to see you."

"Hmph, I didn't say it was impossible."

Instead of getting angry, she became even more excited, flicking her two golden pigtails and unable to suppress the upward curve of her lips, though she tried her best to keep it down.

It's normal for guys to be too embarrassed to apologize, and that's when I, in my great mercy, need to give them a way out.

"Hey, I'm really busy today! There are still so many fans waiting for autographs at that booth over there! Since you're already here, I'll give you a chance. Now, just say what you want to say! I'm not the kind of person who's unreasonable..."

As Eriri spoke, she gestured with her eyes for Chiba to apologize quickly.