I am a godslayer, not your hero.

Although he opened a detective agency, it had almost no business because of the outrageous sign at the door.

But he was also happy to relax, and in this turbulent era, it was nice to have a space to be alone.

As for socializing...

Not to mention now after traveling through time, he didn't like socializing before he traveled through time.

Isn't it good to stay alone?

Mingxian took a deep breath, looked out the window at the dusk, and remembered that he seemed to have a performance today, so he stood up and prepared to go out for a casual meal.

But before turning off the computer, Mingxian looked at the video he uploaded.

It has exceeded one million views.

Even though it was a video of him singing with a mask on, someone was hired to do some editing and animation, and it finally became a MV. Because the song he chose was pretty good, it got a good number of views.

This can be considered as the transformation into an online singer.

Although he already had the 40 million yen that Hayasaka Ai revealed, as well as the employment fee from the Shinomiya family, it would be nice to have a legitimate job that could earn him money.

Ming Xian raised his hand and a ball of fire ignited in his palm.

The sword of Kagutsuchi.

The sacred tool that Oyamazumi held in his hand before his death contained the power of Kagutsuchi-no-Mikoto, the god of fire in Japanese mythology. After being swallowed, it was recast by the [Thousand Burning Stars] and transformed into the [Flame Saber].

Possesses the power to control fire.

It can evaporate the air of the underworld.

Fire that is cursed to women.

Although it is unknown where Oyama Tsunami got this weapon, as long as it is a weapon, [Thousand Burning Stars] can swallow it, refine it, and turn it into its own power.

Although the subordinate god cannot burst out with power, it can gain a new employee, which seems not bad.

"But it seems that Shina Touhiko still escaped."

A subordinate God is not a disobedient God after all. He does not have a strong self, but is merely dependent on the existence of other gods.

If it were the gods of disobedience, with their strong egos and strong self-esteem, they would probably not run away so easily when they see the situation is not good, but would choose to continue fighting with the harmonious strings.

Not necessarily.

Some cunning gods will choose to retreat, but they will attack again soon after, and the God Slayer will not need to look for them.

With this thought in mind, Mingxian walked down the stairs slowly and lightly.

The breeze at the street corner seemed to carry a hint of anticipation, leading him to the ramen restaurant downstairs.

Rikka stood at the door, her figure elongated under the dim street lights, looking exceptionally slender and lonely.

Looking around cautiously, his bright eyes flashed with curiosity about the unknown and a hint of uneasiness.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, a girl visiting a ramen restaurant alone always seems a little inappropriate.

"Rikka, what do you want to eat? It's my treat." Mingxian's voice sounded from behind her, like the first ray of sunshine in a summer morning, gently brushing away the haze in her heart.

Hearing this, Liuhua followed Mingxian into the hall and said repeatedly, "How can we let Mingxian spend money?"

There was a hint of shyness and uneasiness in her tone, like a deer that suddenly entered an unfamiliar territory.

"You're welcome." Mingxian's smile was as warm as the sunshine of early spring, shining into Liuhua's heart. "The song I uploaded last time was a great success, and the platform gave me some money. Liuhua also contributed to it. The audience praised your guitar~

"look!"

Mingxian picked up his phone, clicked on the video he had posted previously, and looked through the comments below for Liuhua.

"This is what you deserve."

Hearing this, Rikka's defenses finally loosened. She nodded slightly, accepting the generosity from her friend.

The two of them sat side by side at the table, on which were two bowls of steaming ramen. The rising heat blurred their faces, but could not conceal the tacit understanding that came from their mutual understanding.

They began to chat casually.

Sometimes the laughter is as clear as a silver bell.

Sometimes the whispers are as gentle as drizzle.

The street scene outside the window flows slowly in the interweaving of light and shadow, while time inside the room seems to have frozen, leaving only their world of two people.

“So, we still haven’t found the band members.”

"Well, everyone seems to have company."

"Why don't you be the lead singer part-time?" Mingxian casually made an unreliable suggestion: "The band is short of everything, but it definitely doesn't lack a guitarist, so it's more promising to be a guitarist and lead singer. Isn't the broken pipa you like a guitarist and lead singer?"

As the sole pusher, Rikka seriously corrected, "It's Poppin' Party."

Mingxian nonchalantly pushed the bowl of ramen in front of Rikka, then took his own portion, took out the chopsticks, and said as if he had thought of something, "It just so happens that I'm alone too. If you have time, you can come work for me and play the guitar. I still have a lot of beautiful music in my mind~"

Rikka's glasses were misted over by the heat from the ramen, making it difficult to see her expression.

"Ah."

She hummed quietly.

[Target: Asahi Rikka]

[Strategy progress has reached 100%]

[Rewards for professional guitar skills]

[Host, please keep up the good work]

So, how do you calculate the progress of this strategy?

Mingxian took a sip of the ramen soup and was speechless.

Not Agito: Chapter 36 Your Hire Money Has Been Paid

Ming Xian sat quietly in front of the typewriter, his fingertips lightly touching the keyboard.

Every strike seemed to stir up a subtle echo in the air.

The typewriter has its own unique typing method, which slowly weaves out chapters of Chinese characters in the interweaving of machinery and culture.

As the keyboard jumps, each Chinese character seems to come to life. They are either light and graceful, like willow branches brushing against the water; or vigorous and powerful, like pine trees standing proudly on the mountain top.

It was quiet all around, with only the clacking of the typewriter and the occasional sound of wind chimes coming from outside the window interweaving into a melodious melody.

In this parallel world of the God Slayer, the direction of history is divergent.

China did not miss out on the semiconductor revolution, and eventually produced a supercomputer that could coordinate production and distribution for the entire country, dubbed "Lotu-1."

The typewriter that was tapping away at my fingertips was using the same typing method as the computer.

The sound of typing echoed as Mingxian finished writing the report on the "Ugly Woman of Huangquan" incident.

"…Is the whereabouts of that Wind God still unknown?"

Mingxian stopped the work in his hands and felt a little headache.

Theoretically, the God of Disobedience has a very high dignity due to his strong ego and will not allow himself to escape from the godslayer, but the subordinate gods do not have this concern.

When they find they can't win, they choose to escape.

And Shina Touhiko is the most difficult type among them, not only can he fly, but he can even reach amazing speeds.

Once you enter [Super Speed], you will be free from the constraints of the laws of the universe. Unless you also have Super Speed, or the opponent is coming towards you, it is impossible to catch the opponent.

"Why don't I have the power of speed?"

Complained a little bit.

Ding dong!

The doorbell rang and a pretty girl walked in. Hayasaka Ai was wearing the black uniform of Shuchiin with a sports jacket on the outside, a school bag on her shoulders, her hair was short, and the nostalgic hairband that was tied in a side ponytail was used as a bracelet.

"It's been a while, Naruto-kun."

"It is you."

Mingxian stood up halfway and then sat back down.

Hayasaka Ai said speechlessly: "I always feel that your attitude is a little annoying."

Ming Xian said: "I thought there was another supernatural incident, but it turned out to be a false alarm."

"If you like exorcising demons and dealing with supernatural events, why don't you join a specialized organization?" Hayasaka Ai put her schoolbag on the small sofa, took off her coat, and tidied her hair.

Ming Xian didn't even raise his head and continued typing.

"I have no interest in supernatural events. I just want to find something to do. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll get rusty."

"You hardly ever go out." Hayasaka Ai nodded and confirmed, "Are you a homebody?"

Ming Xian said calmly: "I just don't think socializing is necessary in life. It's not bad to be alone like this."

Hayasaka Ai thought about it and felt that it made sense.

Although in this environment in Japan, there is no social interaction, no small circle, or friends or anything like that. I am simply a otaku, a socially anxious person, and a sinner!

However, there are also many people who don't like socializing and prefer to be alone.

“Enjoy the solitude.”

Hayasaka Ai took out a coat, which was the one that Mingxian had put on Kaguya before.

"This is what Kaguya asked me to give back to you."

Mingxian's eyes lit up and he happily took the coat back. Looking at the pattern on it, he felt delighted. He really liked this coat.

Hayasaka Ai raised her eyebrows slightly, not understanding him at all. She prepared something in her mind and said, "There is one thing I want to apologize to you for."

"what?"

"Kaguya asked me if you were the warrior with golden horns that appeared that night?"

Mingxian looked at her.

Hayasaka Ai quickly explained: "Of course I didn't say it was you, but Kaguya seemed to have gotten the answer and thought it was you."

Mingxian didn't care.

It's not the sadness and loneliness of the cyborgs like the Showa Knights.

If you know, you will know.

He didn't care.

"It's okay, I don't care about such a small matter." Mingxian waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

Hayasaka Ai breathed a sigh of relief.

Just don't care.

I finally got rid of the Shinomiya family, and I don’t want to provoke Mingxian.

"There is one more small thing," Hayasaka Ai spoke slowly, seeming a little embarrassed.

Mingxian said directly: "You don't have to act, just say it directly."

"Ok."

The shyness of the little girl on Hayasaka Ai's face disappeared instantly, and she said expressionlessly: "I can't pay you for the time being. The 40 million yen before was all my savings."

"Now I have resigned from the Shinomiya family again."

"Although I'm not penniless, I certainly can't afford to pay your commission."

"so……"

She paused, her eyes slightly filled with anticipation.

"Can I owe you first?"

Ming Xian: “…”

Although I already knew that this person was broke, it was a bit unexpected to hear him say it so bluntly.

I thought Hayasaka Ai would just run away and go abroad.

The death of the eldest son of the Shinomiya family had something to do with her, and she resigned from the Shinomiya family. No matter how she thought about it, she would be attacked by people in the Shinomiya family with ulterior motives.