I don't want to be an elf!

“Didn’t you invite me in!!!”

"Haha, just kidding, the boy is really an innocent virgin~"

A few words made the unsuspecting Satomi Rentaro blush, Honjo Nia said with a smile: "I'm actually a manga artist, I can finish my work here, and I won't leave me if it's not necessary." of the sanctuary."

"cartoonist?"

"Yes, maybe the boy has read my comics."

"I haven't read comics for several years, and I don't have extra spare money to afford that kind of luxury."

"Well... After all, the entertainment industry is not doing well, and production costs have also increased. There are indeed a lot fewer people reading comics."

"What's the name of your comic? Maybe I've heard of it."

"SilverBullet, silver bullet."

"Um......."

Satomi Rentaro stroked his chin, feeling that the name was very familiar.

Because he accompanied Aihara Yanzhu to watch Tenchu ​​Shoujo, he was actually not unfamiliar with Two-dimensional culture.

At least the recent popular anime is known.

He can be sure that Silver's Bullet is not the most popular animation recently.

But he always felt that he had heard of this name somewhere.

"Silver bullets...silver bullets...wait..."

His expression changed, as if he remembered something, he said half-shocked and half-doubtful: "Isn't that the super famous manga before the war! You are the author Honjo Souji?!"

More than ten years ago, before gastroenterology appeared, Satomi Rentaro had heard of this manga.

After all, it was the most famous juvenile manga at that time. It not only had blood, friendship, fighting and other elements, but also had a very deep plot, which was enthusiastically sought after by Two-dimensional fans.

But with the outbreak of the war with gastroenterology, most of the entertainment industry directly collapsed.

This is also a matter of course. At that time, the three-dimensional dimension will be extinct. Who cares about Two-dimensional?

Many manga artists and light novelists disappeared in the war with the gastroenterology, either died or changed careers, and were buried in the past era together with their works.

The same goes for silver bullets.

What I didn't expect was that today, ten years later, I would hear this name again.

"Yes, Honjo Souji is my pen name." Honjo Nia said proudly.

"Wait, wait, this is too weird."

Satomi Rentaro raised his hand, sorting out his thoughts in confusion: "At that time, Shirogane's bullet had been serialized for at least two or three years, and the age of the author must be between twenty and forty, and then passed In ten years, Honjo Souji must be at least 30 years old, maybe even 50 years old!"

"Hey."

"Hey what is it!"

Satomi Rentaro jumped up against the case.

Then, perhaps because he didn't control the force well, the table between the two of them split in two.

"..."

"..."

"I will pay."

"Just give me two yen. Anyway, I picked up the table."

"Can I pay on credit first?"

"Yes, but if you are willing to recommend me to your boss, the two will be offset by your hard work."

Satomi Rentaro hesitated.

The girl in front of him, no, auntie, always seemed to be full of mysteries, and he didn't really want to get in touch with his boss, Tendoki.

but......

Two yuan.

A week's food expenses.

"You are really a weirdo, you actually want to join this crappy company."

In the end, appetite overcame reason, Satomi Rentaro said.

"Let me tell you first, I'm only in charge of introduction."

Chapter 5 God's Agent

"However, if you want to join Mu Geng's company, you must have the ability to fight gastroenterology."

Satomi Rentaro looked her up and down and asked hesitantly: "But with all due respect, you look like you have no training at all. How did you get the police license?"

Wanting to become a policeman is simple and easy to say, but also difficult to say.

Leaving aside the mixed reputation of the police in society, they have only one job: to eliminate gastrulation organisms.

Although in real battles, most of the gastroenteric creatures are the cursed children of the [Initiator], but as the [Promoter], ordinary humans can't hold them back, even if they have no combat power, You must also have the ability to protect yourself.

The job of the civilian police is extremely dangerous, even for facilitators of humanity.

Mortals, they don't have the physical strength and self-healing ability of the cursed children. As long as they are hit firmly by the gastritis, they will either die or be injured.

Even, if they are infected with protoenterovirus due to injury, human DNA will mutate into a new protogut in a short period of time.

If there is not enough strength, the chance of death will be greatly increased when facing gastroenterology creatures.

This is why Satomi Rentaro questioned Nia Honjo.

First of all, he doesn't think that a squatting at home every day can have much muscle.

Secondly, he didn't think that a cartoonist really knew any fighting skills.

"Actually, I haven't got my police license yet, and I'm planning to apply for it tomorrow."

Bentiao Erya opened the second can of beer from the refrigerator, gulped a few more gulps, and said comfortably: "But I have checked all the information. In recent years, the number of police officers has decreased, and the standards have also dropped a lot. People like me can easily get it~"

"After talking for a long time, you didn't even get your license." Satomi Rentaro said with black lines all over his head, "Then aren't you a pure rookie? No, you're not even a rookie, you're not even in the industry now. None entered!"

"Hey, look at what you said. If I were an experienced police officer, I would have applied for other better companies!"

"Uh...that's true." Satomi Rentaro scratched his cheeks in embarrassment, "But if you become a policeman, the International Initiator Supervision Organization will assign you an Initiator. Be mentally prepared, not every initiate is as sensible as Yanzhu.”

"Ah, no need, I'll just use Nini's application as the starter."

"Huh? Is she a cursed child?" Satomi Rentaro was taken aback, "But her eyes..."

"Yonju-chan's eyes aren't red either."

The cursed children look like normal girls, the only difference being the color of their eyes.

At birth, if the eye color is red, it means that the child is infected with the original enterovirus.

The red eyes represent that the gastroenterovirus in their bodies is in an active state, but this state does not last passively, but can be actively suppressed.

As long as they can learn how to suppress the virus, the red color belonging to the original enterovirus will fade away, revealing their original eye color again.

Aihara Enju is the cursed child who knows how to suppress the original enterovirus, and the red color of the virus will only appear when the virus is active.

"Not a cursed child, you still register her as the initiator?" Satome Rentaro's mouth twitched a few times, "It's not what I said, but you are too irresponsible as a guardian."

"Hmph, there is no need for the young man to worry about this."

Honjo Nia shook the beer cans, and after drinking two cans of beer, a little blush appeared on her face: "Our identity, which is hidden behind the scenes, will scare you if you tell it!"

"Isn't your hidden identity a manga artist?" Satomi Rentaro was dubious, "Apart from that, what other avatar do you have? A tramp?"

"How rude! I'm a nun!" Honjou Niya pretended to be a devout believer. "Both Nini and I were chosen by God. We were given special powers and exercised God's choice on the earth. The power of this person will be the agent who will save the world!"

"Oh...are you drunk?"

Satomi Rentaro looked at Nia Honjo, who was sitting on the sofa drinking wine, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans.

Then he looked at the church that she had spoiled completely without a sense of sanctity.

There is always the humiliation of being played for a fool.

Which nun is so wild, not only pouring beer and dried squid indiscriminately, but also demolishing the church to look like a bedroom.

"If Jesus really existed, seeing you like this, I think he would clean the door first."

"I don't believe in Jesus. He can't control me."

"Then what do you believe?"

"Two-dimensional God."

"......what?"

"A god born from the two-dimensional world."

Bentiao Erya spread her arms and said with a solemn expression: "Believe in my lord, a dump truck will hit you into another world, chant the name of the lord, and reincarnate in Two-dimensional in the next life, how about it? Sounds like a good religion, right?"

"Not bad, you're really drunk!"

This time, Satomi Rentaro's tone changed from doubt to affirmation, resolutely.

No wonder this guy has been talking weird things since just now.

Not only does he want to join Kisara's company that is about to go bankrupt, he claims to be in the plundered era of 50 years old and let Nibekor take the position of the starter. Now he is talking about his belief in the Two-dimensional God.

Almost believing her self was like a fool.

"Ahaha, as expected, if you tell the truth, no one will believe it." Bentiao Erya seemed to have guessed his reaction long ago, "Well, I don't plan to preach or something, it doesn't matter if you believe it or not."

"In my high school, I also knew one or two guys like you who always said they were the chosen ones. Are you two-dimensional like this?"

"Oh? It looks like they have secondary illnesses and haven't graduated yet. They are really young and enviable."

"Actually, there is nothing to envy. They were bullied quite seriously."

"Then the situation is different." Honjo Nia's face flashed a little sad, "It seems that the current high school students are not easy, they escaped to Two-dimensional to escape reality at a young age just like me in..."

As soon as she finished speaking, before Satomi Rentaro asked anything, a smile appeared on her face again.

"Well, let's not talk about these unpleasant things. It's rare for a boy to come to my house. Why don't you go after dinner with Yanzhu?"

Nia Honjo stood up, went to the kitchen, and took Nibelcol's unfinished dinner.

"As a reward for dinner, I will ask you to come with me when I go to register for my police license tomorrow~"

Chapter 6 To Be Or Not To Be

In this way, the two families had supper together in the church.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that Lan Yuan Yanzhu, who came to play with Nibelcol, reluctantly left the church.

Before leaving, Honjo Nia also packaged and gave them a whole set of "Silver Bullet" signed manga as a meeting gift, which made Satomi Rentaro who came empty-handed even more embarrassed, so he had to agree to accompany her to register tomorrow Police license.

Just like that, Satomi Rentaro and Aihara Enju, who were full of food and drink, finally ended today's visit with a bag of manga.

The night wind blowing made Satomi Rentaro shiver, and it also made his brain gradually calm down.

"I didn't want to get in touch with the neighbors this year because of my status, but unexpectedly our neighbors were surprisingly easy to get along with." Rentaro Satomi couldn't help but sigh, "Well, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. If we can get along with the Honjo family It’s not bad if we have a good relationship.”

"Yeah, my concubine told you before that, although Sister Erya always stays at home, she is a wonderful person!" Aihara Enju happily echoed, "If Sister Erya and Ani can become Policeman, it would be even better if you and my concubine join the same company!"

A year ago, Rentaro Satomi registered for a civilian police license with the Japanese branch of the International Starter Supervision Agency.

And the initiator he was assigned to him was Aihara Enju.

In order to allow her to study and play in school like ordinary children, and to avoid suspicion, Satomi Rentaro moved from his original residence to the current neighborhood.

This is a neighborhood not too close to the Central District. Few decent people move here, and the people around them are more or less unacceptable to the mainstream society, so he didn't plan to mess with his neighbors at first. Good relationship.

And this article's house is an old resident in this block.

When he first came into contact with this family of two, he only thought it was a strange family.

A woman who looked at most twenty lived in an abandoned church with a 12-year-old girl, and the 12-year-old girl even called the 20-year-old woman her mother.

All he could think of was a tragic family of single-parent underage mothers who got pregnant at a young age, were abandoned by scumbags, and had to raise their children alone.