Dimensional game European emperor coming

“Buzz-”

Blue and white trains speeding on the railway.

This is the Chiyoda Line in Tokyo, and tens of thousands of commuters rely on this railway line every day to commute between work and home.

At one o’clock in the afternoon, it is also the peak of work, and a large number of office workers in suits and leather shoes stand in the carriage, one by one with their heads bowed and playing with their mobile phones.

And in the corner of the carriage, a criminal atrocity is intensifying.

“Let go…”

“Don’t…”

“Don’t pinch your face!!!”

The girl’s inaudible mournful voice is full of unwillingness, pain, and sorrow, which makes people feel pity.

However, the abuser still looked cold, and did not hesitate to grab her white and tender cheeks and twist them to the sides.

“It hurts, meow!!!”

Shiragami Buyuki whimpered, and Kazumi Makoto pulled the little bastard’s cheek hard, making her pay for the previous joke:

“Spare us, Kazumi-sama…”

For a long time, the white blowing snow covering his cheeks slowed down.

Kazumi Makoto’s pinching of her face will kill, which makes this fox Lori hate it deeply, even with the blood of the demon fox strengthening, her white and tender little face is still a little red.

And Hequan Makoto leaned on the carriage, picked up his mobile phone and ignored this teary-eyed little Loli.

“Hmm-”

Seeing that the “criminal” had no sense of remorse, Bai Shangfuyuki couldn’t wait to grab his palm directly, and then falsely accused the railway police that he was an idiot!

But……

Thinking of the strength of this teenager, Bai Shangfuxue still died down.

No way, gamers can do whatever they want, with the current power of the Hequan chaebol, Dongying official has almost no threat to Hequan Makoto, even if Hequan Makoto humiliates this little fox in public, the railway police dare not arrest this scumbag.

And……

“Isn’t this guy really wilting?” Recalling the contact and communication with Kazumi Makoto, Bai Shangfuxue pondered with great fear:

“He has always been with such a cute beast-eared girl as us, and he has never crossed or done anything like sexual harassment except for pinching his face…”

“…… This is no longer the level of a decent gentleman, it is simply ○ cold ah meow! ”

Thinking about something very excessive in his heart, Shirakami Fuyuki’s gaze towards Kazumi Makoto was a little pitying.

Well, decided, to help this poor poor boy who is cold and cold to regain his male dignity!

Hequan Cheng, who was playing with his mobile phone, was a little confused, he looked at Bai Shangfuxue’s confident look, and he always felt that something was wrong.

It’s a pity that since Shirakami Fuyuki is not his bloodline, he can’t use the “mind network” to probe her memories and thoughts.

Otherwise, Makoto Kazumi would definitely clean up this little fox on the train!

The reason why he has always sat still as a righteous gentleman and has never done anything too presumptuous to a girl is just because Kazumi Makoto wants to put a long line on the line to catch big fish!

For Makoto Waizumi, the attraction of girls such as Shirakami Fuyuki is not their youth, but their “heart”.

He needs like-minded partners (women) who can help him cope with loneliness.

Just for that, it’s pointless.

……

“It’s time to stop.”

In his calm voice, there was a hint of expectation.

Makoto Kazuizumi raised his hand and gently squeezed the beret on top of Bai Shangfuyu’s head.

And this little girl was shocked, she was still thinking about how to help Hequan Cheng “regain her dignity”, and hurriedly said sadly:

“Woo! Spare us! We are kind! ”

“What?” Kazumi Makoto’s face was unclear, but he still skillfully raised his palm and pinched the cheek of the white blowing snow:

“It’s not clear what you’re thinking, but there’s nothing wrong with punishing it.”

While speaking, he rightfully tugged on the little fox’s cheeks, making the young female fox cry helplessly.

Pleasure!

Looking at Shirakami Fuyuki’s collapsed expression, the depression in Kazumi’s heart was swept away.

“Akasaka Station has arrived, please get off the train in order…”

In the loudspeaker inside the carriage, there was a clear broadcast sound, and Kazumi Makoto suddenly let go and released the little fox’s flexible cheeks:

“Snap-”

“It’s sore!!!

The little fox wailed, his little face full of indignation.

Then, she grabbed Kazumi’s palm step by step, interlocked her fingers with the boy, and stepped out of the carriage with the crowd of people.

Outside the carriages, there is a slightly oppressively decorated subway station.

On the dome, the miserable white lamps emitted a cold light, and under their feet were gray ground, and one by one office workers sat on the back chairs eating bread or bento, and the air was filled with filth.

This is Akasaka Station and an important stop on the Chiyoda Line.

There are many subway stations in Dongying, but due to the relatively early construction time and the seldom of secondary renovations, the station waiting hall here still retains the flavor of the seventies and eighties.

Depressed, gloomy, gray…

Looking at such a station, Bai Shangfuyuki spat out his little tongue and muttered:

“No wonder there are many people who commit suicide, this kind of place is too gloomy, right?”

“Well, indeed.”

Nodded, and Kazumi dragged the little fox’s blossom.

The two, like brothers and sisters, followed the crowd out of the ticket gates.

Not far away, there is an elevator that leads to the outside of the subway station.

But Kazumi Makoto walked in the direction of the toilet.

On the other side of the toilet, there is a passage full of debris.

“Maintenance passage, idlers are not allowed to enter”

Looking at the sign on the passage, Kazumi nodded, while Bai Shangfuyuki gritted his silver teeth and sighed:

“Oh, it feels so gloomy here…”

“Yes?” Kazumi Makoto glanced at her, ignoring the little fox’s malicious betrayal.

After all, the cheap apartment building where the little fox lived before the snow blows is more gloomy than this maintenance passage full of debris, more like a haunted house.

On top of this passage, there are also yellow emergency lights flashing.

Along the passageway, the two stepped into an abandoned subway trunk line:

“It is said that this trunk line used to be a backup railway for the Chiyoda Line, but it was discontinued due to laying optical cables and other reasons.”

Shirakami Fuyuki explained.

She is well aware that although Makoto Waizumi is an “aboriginal” of Tokyo, in fact, this teenager is similar to an otaku and knows nothing about the various geographical environments in Tokyo.

The little fox faithfully plays the role of a guide dog, while Kazumi takes her small hand and walks forward along the dusty railway.

Ten meters, twenty meters, fifty meters…

One hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters…

In this gloomy railway, only the emergency lights overhead emit a warm yellow glow.

The air carries a rotten earthy smell, and the subway vents are still functioning normally, but there is still a dusty choking smell.

It doesn’t matter.

In this silent abandoned subway, there is no hustle and bustle in the busy city, not even a trace of ambient sound, only the crisp footsteps of Kazumi Makoto and Shirakami Fuyuki.

This sense of tranquility is enough to make ordinary people’s hearts panic.

It’s just that the two of them and Izumi, one is a pervert who can punch Sadako and kick the earth spider, and the other is a real fox monster, for these two, this deep railway seems terrifying, but in fact there is no panic.

After walking about two kilometers, there was a dull roar not far away.

“Knock knock—”

Shirakami Fuyuki was stunned.

“What is that…”

On the walls of the subway tunnel, a brilliant white light shines.

There, a huge opening was dug in the tunnel wall.

“Bomb shelter …”

Looking at the huge opening, and the heavy asbestos airtight doors inside the opening, Bai Shangfuxue reacted:

“This is an underground bomb shelter in Tokyo!”

“Guessed right.”

Kazumi Makoto bowed slightly.

At the gate in front of this bomb shelter, there is a tattered wooden table, which looks like the wooden table of the doorman.

The middle-aged man sat behind the table, holding a large transparent glass tea jar, drinking tea ton after ton.

In the tea, goji berries are also brewed.

“Oh, Boss Hequan, luck will be lucky.”

He sat on a broken wooden chair, just like the uncle who was watching the gate.

“Hard work.”

Kazumi nodded, ignoring the officially assigned watchdog.

“How is the traffic in the trade market?”

“Hey, what’s the footfall.” Leaning back in his creaking chair, he complained:

“This underground trade market you set up, now there are only dozens of gamers of the third mechanism selling things here, and wild gamers don’t know this place at all.”

“No, even if they knew, they would be afraid of the official pursuit, so they would never come.”

He slammed the teapot on the table, and the Zhenmu Xianma yawned loudly:

“However, boss, your construction team is quite powerful.”

“Oh?” Kazumi Makoto was a little puzzled, he took the little hand of the white blowing snow, and under the expectant gaze of this little fox, he stepped into this underground trade market together.

This is Makoto Waizumi’s plan.

Build a trade market that gathers equipment, props, intelligence, and strategies among gamers, so as to collect information from Dongying players and help them obtain more resources.

Today, with the development and construction of the Demon Ninjas, this underground trade market has begun to see scale.

In the wide underground space, there are silver metal counters, and behind hundreds of metal counters, there is a Demon Shinobi standing.

Players only need to host equipment or props to these pairs of magic ninja, and they can let these pairs of magic ninja help sell, and when the equipment or item is sold, they will send the point card or other exchange by mail payment.

Even, as long as players come to this trade market to open an account in person, they can sell equipment or props through the Internet, avoiding revealing their identity and location as much as possible.

It’s just that because Dongying officials hunted gamers before, so that current gamers, lest this is a trap, all avoid.

Only a few dozen players affiliated with the Dongying official exchange cash here with peace of mind.

Each Dimensional Point is exchanged for 1,000 yen.

This is currently the largest business in this underground trading market.

Soon this will not be the case, though.

Standing in the trade market, he clutched a special prop purchased from the Dongying official.

“Full Service Announcement Speaker”

This golden shining horn with a third-rate page game style can deliver a message of less than fifty words to all gamers.

Now, start pretending!