I am a godslayer, not your hero.

As for learning?

When has he ever been to school in his life?

Mingxian returned to the office and bought a few books on music theory on the way. He opened the books and read for a while, greedily learning relevant knowledge.

An hour later, he had completely mastered composing the music and writing the lyrics.

At this time, the idea of ​​mingxian was already very strong.

The first level of gene lock is in a permanently open state.

Thoughts are so powerful that they can directly control the body, not just the flesh and blood, but also the brain.

Having a photographic memory is just the foundation, and logical ability has also improved.

If he wanted, Mingxian could even pursue a doctorate degree in a short period of time and even make a name for himself in the scientific community, but there is no need.

Science is worthless in the face of myths!

This is not outrageous talk, but the reality of this world.

How powerful is the power of God?

It is enough to completely subvert the laws of the earth. If the ego of the God of Disobedience is strong enough, and there is no power of fate to stop them, turning the earth into a flat surface is just a matter of thought.

Moreover, after Ming Xian really used the [Power], he came to a conclusion.

Rationality and objectivity mean little to a God-killer.

Because power is something subjective.

The final battle between the protagonist of the original "God Killer" and the goddess of fate is said to have triggered the power of the Big Bang. Perhaps this is not a metaphor, but an objective description.

Plus the introduction of the multiverse at the end,

Ming Xian would not be surprised if several universes were destroyed because of the God Slayer.

So, although he could become a scholar, he felt it was unnecessary, and it might even be less practical than learning some mythology.

In short, he posed.

Feeling that the time was about up, Mingxian stood up and sent a message to Hayasaka Ai.

"Has the old man from the Shinomiya family arrived?"

The phone received the message immediately.

Hayasaka Ai: I hired you, right?

Mingxian: Yes.

Hayasaka Ai: Shouldn't you be the one investigating this?

Mingxian: I am a tough detective.

Hayasaka Ai: Do you mean someone like Ken Takakura?

Mingxian: No, I mean, I will use my strong body to physically solve the commission.

Hayasaka Ai: …

After sending out a string of ellipsis, Hayasaka Ai couldn't help but sigh. Looking at her two friends who were resting on her thighs, she could only helplessly type quickly to explain the situation of the Shinomiya family.

"After Shigong Huangguang died, his body was recovered and the news was temporarily suppressed. The old man has arrived in Tokyo and is trying to stabilize the situation."

Afterwards, she sent another address, which was exactly where Sigong Huangguang's body was placed.

Mingxian took a look and sent a message to confirm.

"Is this a shrine? Shouldn't we stop at the hospital?"

Hayasaka Ai: "The people of the Shinomiya family witnessed things like that. The old man seemed to know something about the supernatural, so he stopped at the shrine."

Mingxian: "Okay, I'll be there after I finish recording the song."

Hayasaka Ai made a puzzled expression.

Mingxian walked downstairs calmly and entered LIVE HOUSE Galaxy, a live house located on the commercial street. There were many bands performing here, and even many girls who loved music.

Because of historical differences, Japan in this world has a strong music culture.

There are countless large-scale music competitions. In recent years, girl bands have gradually become a trend, and there is even a special word for them————

The era of big girl bands.

Mingxian thought it was pretty good. At least the live house was clean and there was no smell of smoke as he had imagined.

You can even smell the fragrance in a live house like CiRCLE, which is mainly aimed at girls.

"Rikka."

The sound of the strings rang softly, and echoed in the quiet shop. As far as the eye could see, there was a girl busy with trivial chores, her figure looked particularly soft and beautiful under the dim light.

Asahi Rikka has long gray-blue hair that cascades like a waterfall and complements her emerald green eyes, just like the clearest stream in the forest, revealing an indescribable stubbornness.

She was wearing a simple but neat staff uniform and a pair of black glasses on her nose, which added a scholarly air to her.

Her long hair was casually tied up with a hairband and gently fell on her shoulders.

She was dressed in a very ordinary way, like a little girl from the country.

In fact, it is true.

"Is there anything wrong, Mr. Mingxian?" Liuhua's voice was as thin as a mosquito, with a barely perceptible tremor.

She is a little shy.

Especially Mingxian is a well-known weirdo in the commercial street Galaxy.

A detective agency that specializes in dealing with supernatural events.

There is also a sign hanging on the door.

He doesn't look like a serious person at all.

Although Rikka also knows a lot of abnormal people, Mingxian feels that his condition is a little serious. He seems to be living in his own world and acting completely self-centered.

Mingxian's eyes flashed with seriousness, and he slowly said, "Do you want to make some extra money?"

When Liuhua heard this, her body stiffened slightly, and then she seemed to think of something. She unconsciously took a small step back, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Well, please allow me to refuse."

The voice was thin and thin, with a hint of shyness and hesitation.

The air around seemed to freeze at this moment. Rikka's little face became more and more rosy, like a newly blooming cherry blossom, making people want to get closer.

There was a flash of curiosity and anxiety in his eyes, as if he was struggling between conscience and desire.

Ming Xian sighed, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes: "I'm not performing on stage, I'm just recording audio in the studio."

"That's it."

Hearing this, Liuhua's tense nerves finally relaxed, and a hint of relief appeared in her tone, "I thought..."

Her words were suddenly interrupted, and the blush on her cheeks instantly deepened, as if dyed with the strongest color by the setting sun, like the most beautiful flower in spring.

Ming Xian: “…”

What on earth is this girl thinking?

[Target available: Asahi Rikka, 50% progress]

Who asked you?

Ming Xian couldn't help but his eyelids twitching slightly. He had no idea how the system calculated the progress of this strategy. It didn't look like favorability at all!

"Anyway, we can find a drummer, a keyboard player, and a singer and start recording songs." Mingxian said on his own initiative, "We can also shoot a little bit and make a MV, and then release it online."

Liuhua reminded carefully: "Mr. Mingxian, there is also a bass."

"What's a bass?"

"Ugh?"

Rikka showed a cute panic expression.

At this moment, a steady voice suddenly sounded not far away: "He was just telling a bass joke."

Mingxian and Rikka looked over at the same time.

They saw a very pretty girl with short black hair leaning against the wall, holding a long box and looking at them sideways.

"Beth mercenary?" Liuhua blurted out.

Hachiman Kailing is a bass mercenary famous in the surrounding live houses. Her highest record is serving as a support bassist in thirty bands at the same time. Her bass level has reached a professional level.

“Now we’ve found the bassist too.”

Mingxian clapped his hands with satisfaction.

"Will you hire me?"

"Is such that."

Hachiman Kailing thought about it and didn't refuse. Who wouldn't be a support bassist?

and.

Hai Ling glanced at Liuhua, feeling a little worried.

Although it may sound biased, most men play rock music not for the music, but to look cool or for women.

This child won’t be deceived, right?

Thinking this way, Hai Ling accepted the commission.

Image: "Asahi Rikka", Location: "Images/1730633135-100420133-112302330.jpg"

Not Agito: Chapter 25 is sung by the masked singer

Under the soft lights of Yuze Cafe, gentle jazz music and the deep aroma of coffee interweave into a warm picture.

Mingxian was communicating with a girl with short brown hair and wearing a clean white staff uniform.

"As a temporary keyboard player, is that possible?"

The sound of the Thrush is like the drizzle in spring, gently knocking on everyone's heart.

"Yes, these are the bassist and guitarist who are backing up."

Mingxian smiled and gestured with his hands unconsciously, as if he was playing an invisible music. He was like an announcer, showing Asahi Rika and Hachiman Kairin who were carefully ordering drinks.

"Is Mr. Mingxian finally going to give in to Xiao Xinxin?" Tsugumi Yuzawa gently placed her fingers on her chin. "Before, even living was a problem, and there were few people in the detective agency. Now, he has suddenly become rich."

"I made a big deal." Mingxian looked up.

Tsugumi Yuzawa's eyes suddenly lit up: "Could there really be supernatural events? Are those urban legends true?"

Mingxian said: "Haven't you encountered ghosts before?"

"That shouldn't count..." Tsugumi Yuzawa seemed not to want to dwell on this issue any further and looked at Rikka as if to change the subject.

"Rikka, is she a guitarist too?"

Tsugumi Hanezawa's short hair swayed gently with her movements. The staff uniform she wore not only did not conceal her youthfulness and innocence, but instead outlined her unique girlish curves, making people couldn't help but feel pity for her.

Mingxian explained: "She came to Tokyo for her dream of becoming a musician, but she couldn't find teammates for the time being because the band never lacks guitarists."

Tsugumi Hanazawa: “…”

After these words were spoken, even the good-tempered Tsugumi Hazawa fell silent.

Liuhua covered her mouth.

"Is that right?"

Mingxian nodded: "I suggest changing to another track, such as bass or keyboard, as these two instruments are most in need of people."

Hachiman Kailing took a sip of coffee.

“It’s a statement that is really irrefutable.”

Tsugumi Yuzawa smiled and looked at Mingxian: "But why did Mr. Mingxian suddenly want to find a band? What kind of music do they want to play?"

Mingxian hummed complacently and took out a stack of sheet music: "This is the song I composed. From today on, I am the music producer!"