I am the Executioner Dragon, but a cute mod

However... if he re-customized his character's appearance, he might go straight to the little nobleman right now. But if he still uses the original character design and goes to the little nobleman, he might just become a new toy.

"What should I do? I have absolutely no clue..." Jackson was struggling with this when, just then, a shout came from behind him:

"Hey! You big oaf with a rag wrapped around your head! Get out of the way if you don't want to die!"

Upon hearing this, Jackson quickly snapped out of his thoughts, moved to the side of the street, and looked behind him. He saw a carriage pulled by two horses drive by. The carriage was rather exquisite; although not luxurious, it was certainly not a carriage that ordinary people could ride in.

As the carriage passed Jackson, Jackson stared at the carriage, which was completely covered up. When the wind blew through the curtains, a fleeting glimpse of that clean and sharp face made him lose his composure.

“What a handsome boy…” Jackson couldn’t help but sigh, guessing that this guy must be the offspring of some nobleman. If he were just a wealthy merchant, the coachman wouldn’t be so arrogant.

After the carriage had gone far away, Jackson did not linger. Since he could not complete Gojo Satoru's mission to contact the supernatural, he would at least explore the city on foot first.

And so he walked and walked through the city, until the moon rose into the sky and until there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets, but he still had not walked through the entire city.

"Is this city too big? How come we've walked for half a day and still haven't finished exploring it?" Jackson complained helplessly, glancing at the comments section, which was full of gloating or mocking remarks.

Jackson's eye twitched. He was exhausted, thirsty, and hungry after walking all day, and he was being mocked by the comments. How could he stand it?

Just as he was preparing to debate with the scholars, a series of voices suddenly entered his ears:

"Don't come any closer! If you come any closer... I'll call for help!"

"Hehe, go ahead and scream, you'll only excite me more!"

"Actually, you're quite excited too, aren't you? Don't pretend to be reserved."

"Don't push your luck..."

Upon hearing these sounds, Jackson was stunned. In just a few seconds, he pieced together the whole story in his mind: a few thugs had taken a liking to the girl's looks and had cornered her in an alley, intending to assault her.

The perfect hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scenario would be something almost any normal person would choose to do, but Jackson chose to refuse.

After all, this matter has nothing to do with him. Going to rescue people would not only bring him no benefit, but would also cause him a mess, making it a completely unprofitable act.

As a seasoned gamer, Jackson was very precise in calculating the benefits, and there was absolutely no need for him to do something so thankless and exhausting.

So Jackson didn't stop. Instead, he walked in the opposite direction of the sound. He was too guilty to look at the comments, because he was sure that the comments were either "coward" or "lackey". Looking at the comments would only be pointless.

However... Jackson had always viewed the world through the lens of a game, and he suddenly realized that this world seemed to be a real one.

Since this is a real world, it cannot be viewed with the mindset of a game.

Thinking of this, Jackson paused, struggling with his decision. Reason told him he shouldn't meddle, but emotion told him:

At this moment, a poor girl is experiencing the darkest moment of her life. If we do not lend a helping hand, we will indirectly cause a vibrant life to wither away.

Jackson remained silent, his feelings a jumble of emotions, unsure of what to do. He glanced at the live chat and made up his mind: "If even one comment tells me to leave, I will leave."

[Why are you running away, you bastard? I finally triggered a crucial plot point, and you're wasting this beta test slot!]

[Ugh, this live stream is giving me a headache]

[Stop messing around with the live stream, it's really awful.]

[………]

The comments were all over the place, some cursing Jackson, some urging him to rush to the rescue, some criticizing him, but none of them told Jackson to leave.

Seeing this, it seemed too late to save them if he didn't go now. Jackson took a deep breath, put everything else out of his mind, and ran as fast as he could toward the source of the sound.

When Jackson arrived at the location, he saw three skinny thugs pinning a girl to the ground, uttering obscene words and lewd laughter.

Upon seeing this, Jackson roared:

"Let go of that girl!"

The sudden shout immediately attracted the attention of the three thugs, and even the girl who thought she was about to be defiled regained hope in her eyes.

"Who the hell are you? Trying to meddle in other people's business?" One of the skinny thugs stood up, his eyes filled with ill intent as he looked at Jackson.

Startled by that glare, Jackson flinched slightly, but he still straightened his back and declared:

"I despise guys like you who harass respectable women. Dare to fight me one-on-one?!"

"A one-on-one fight?"

The three thugs exchanged glances, then suddenly smiled. The other two also stood up and faced Jackson, their fierce gazes indicating they were no ordinary people.

"What are you doing? Don't come any closer, or I'll call the police!" Jackson panicked and backed away, already regretting coming to save the girl he didn't know.

However, the three thugs wouldn't let him off the hook. They suddenly lunged forward and delivered a hook punch. Jackson was stunned and before he could react, his body was hit several more times.

Under the high-frequency attack, Jackson soon lost consciousness and was powerless to resist.

Before he fainted, Jackson was filled with regret. He wished he hadn't yelled like that. If he had taken the opportunity to ambush a thug, he might have won.

But it was too late for regrets. Jackson lost consciousness under the thug's series of attacks, and when he woke up, it was already noon the next day.

Jackson groggily opened his eyes and looked at the azure sky. He felt excruciating pain all over his body and couldn't even move.

"I'm alive……?"

Jackson murmured to himself, and just as he was about to move, a clean face squeezed into his view. It was the girl from last night who had stayed up all night taking care of him after he collapsed.

Seeing Jackson awaken, a look of joy flashed in her eyes, and she said:

"Hero! You're awake!"

Chapter 193: If you really don't mind, then give me a kiss.

"My benefactor? Is someone calling me?"

Jackson was a little confused. Looking at the girl in front of him, he had a headache. He clearly remembered that he had been beaten by those three thugs last night and even knocked unconscious. How could he possibly save this girl?

The girl seemed to sense Jackson's confusion and then recounted his heroic deeds from the previous night:

"Hero, it's like this. Last night, after you were knocked unconscious by those three thugs, one of them was curious why you were covering your face with a rag, so he couldn't help but pull off the rag and take a look."

"With just one glance, he was so disgusted by your ugliness that he cried. Those three thugs ran away in a panic, and that's how I was spared from being defiled..."

Upon hearing this, Jackson was taken aback, and then sighed deeply.

Although he saved a young girl and was regarded as a hero by her, why did he feel no joy at all?

Jackson felt a pang of sorrow, and at that moment, his stomach rumbled. He was hungry. That made sense; he hadn't eaten since the start of the game, and the intense exercise last night had made him even hungrier.

The girl heard the rumbling in Jackson's stomach and immediately stood up: "Hero, are you hungry? I'll go find you something to eat right away!"

After speaking, the girl disappeared from Jackson's sight. Jackson didn't know where she went, only that the sound of her footsteps grew fainter and fainter.

Jackson was quite helpless. He was injured and hungry, and didn't even have the strength to get up. Fortunately, the girl he had rescued by chance stayed and went to find food for him.

Since he had nothing else to do, Jackson glanced at the chat and was shocked by what he saw:

Let go of that girl, let me have her!

[You jerk, how come playing a game lets you meet such a great girl?]

[Fools are sometimes lucky, but nobody told me ugly people can be lucky too!]

Seeing these comments, Jackson was completely bewildered. He asked:

"No, what are you talking about? Weren't you slandering me yesterday? Why are you suddenly jealous today? What happened?"

As soon as he said this, a barrage of comments flooded in. Upon reading them one by one, it became clear that the live stream had been running even while he was unconscious.

The viewers in the live stream just watched as the rescued girl stayed by Jackson's side, unwilling to leave. Even her ugly face, which could scare away thugs, didn't make her frown once.

Upon learning this, Jackson was somewhat incredulous. After all, when he pinched Dobby's face, it was out of curiosity. He never expected that someone would not dislike such a face.

Just as Jackson was silent, the girl suddenly returned, holding several green fruits in her hands, with water droplets on them, indicating that they had been washed beforehand.

"Hero, can you eat it by yourself?" the girl asked, but Jackson didn't even have the strength to lift his hand, so how could he possibly eat the fruit by himself?

Upon learning this, the girl placed the fruit in front of Jackson's mouth and fed him with her own hands.

Jackson regained some strength after eating all the fruit. He struggled to his feet, leaned against the wall of the alley, and looked at the girl in front of him.

The girl had beautiful chestnut hair, regular features, and yellowish skin. Although her clothes had many patches, they were very clean, showing that she was a clean person.

Looking at the girl, Jackson opened his mouth and asked the question that had been on his mind the most:

"Um, I'm so ugly, don't you mind my appearance?"

"Dislike? Why?" The girl seemed not to understand the question. She said:

“You can’t control your appearance. My mother said that true beauty comes from within. You saved me, so you are a hero.”

Upon hearing this, Jackson squinted. This line was simply too classic; he'd heard it so many times he was sick of it. A single sentence wasn't enough to show the girl didn't care about his appearance, so he said:

“Anyone can lie. If you really don’t mind, then give me a kiss, right here.” Jackson said, pointing to his cheek.

Upon hearing this, the girl's eyes immediately darted away.

"This isn't right... We've only known each other for a day..."

The girl's reaction was exactly what Jackson had expected. He didn't think anyone would like a character with an ugly face like himself, since looks are important in any world.

Even so, Jackson did not blame the girl. He just wanted to expose her lie that she didn't care about her appearance. He was still grateful that she was willing to stay and take care of him and find him food.

Now, we're even.

As Jackson was thinking this, he suddenly felt a warm touch on his cheek. He looked up and saw the girl muster up her courage and peck him on the cheek. She didn't linger for long before they parted.

The air fell silent, and the comments section erupted:

[Holy crap, that's a real kiss!]

[I refuse to accept this!]

[Gentlemen, I've been dumped.]

[No!!]

And Jackson? In this quiet atmosphere, he could even hear his own heartbeat. He looked at the blushing girl, somewhat incredulous:

"what are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, the girl thought Jackson was angry and panicked.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were serious, so I kissed you on the cheek. I was so rude, I'm really sorry..."

The girl's voice grew softer and softer, as if she had done something wrong and she lowered her head.

Jackson paused for a few seconds, then said: