Knight: A freak start, seizing the power of the king.

Because the tool rabbit, who is a Kamen Rider, is sleeping in its own basement.

How could I possibly be killing someone outside right now?

"You mean, someone else?"

The honest and straightforward Himuro Gentoku had no doubts, but at the same time sensed the danger.

Could it be that other organizations have also developed the Striker?

After all, the material used to create the Slammer is nebulous gas, which is not difficult to obtain.

It's not surprising that it was developed by someone else.

"Investigate immediately! Find out who is also manufacturing the Slammer!"

As the saying goes, competitors are enemies, and he certainly wouldn't allow others to master his technology.

……

P.S.: How about some flowers and review votes?

Chapter Five: Assassins Arrive, the Violent Slayer Appears! [Seeking Flowers and Reviews]

A cozy apartment.

Takikawa Sawa stared nervously at Qi Ling in front of her, as well as at the four dishes and soup on the table.

"Why are you looking at me? Come eat with me."

Qi Ling picked up her bowl and chopsticks and began to eat by herself.

Although Qi Ling is now a freak and doesn't feel hunger, he still has a taste for food.

Just like how Anku loves to eat popsicles.

Moreover, because he can change his body shape, he doesn't even need to exercise like he did in his previous life.

Who wouldn't love to eat as much as they want without gaining weight?

"Don't be so nervous, I'm not a bad person."

After eating for a while, Qi Ling noticed that the other person hadn't touched their chopsticks at all.

Sawa appears to be a news reporter in Tokyo, but she is actually a spy trained by Namba Heavy Industries.

Judging from how she was being chased today, it's likely that E-President hasn't officially started a collaboration with Namba Heavy Industries yet, and therefore doesn't know much about Slammer.

"Not a bad person?" Sawa felt as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Could he possibly be a good person?

Where can you find a good person who can kill three people without changing expression, and still have such a good appetite afterwards?

Such a mindset is something even the assassins trained by Namba Heavy Industries would find difficult to achieve.

Saya cautiously ate a couple of bites.

Then he immediately set up a makeshift bed on the floor.

Without waiting for Qi Ling to respond, he crawled inside.

"Am I that scary?" Qi Ling was speechless.

Hiding under the covers, Sawa held Namba Heavy Industries' dedicated communication phone in her hand.

She wanted to report Qi Ling's information to him, but then the image of his strength came to mind.

According to Namba Heavy Industries' usual practice, once they learned the information, they would definitely have someone continue to infiltrate Qi Ling's side.

But if too much time passes, he might reveal a weakness in front of this killing god, and his life would surely be in danger.

"Fine, you're still my savior after all."

With that in mind, she finally decided to put the matter off for later.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Qi Ling slowly woke up when the sun was high in the sky.

Upon entering the living room, I saw Takikawa Sawa wearing an apron and busy at work.

"God of Slaughter... oh no, benefactor, you're awake! Breakfast will be ready soon, please wait a moment."

A faint smile appeared on Saya's lips.

After a night of deep thought, she has come to terms with it.

Since we can't avoid Qi Ling, let's face it head-on.

Moreover, if an assassin fails in his mission, there will usually be another assassination attempt, and he will need the other party's help.

We must keep them here.

"She's caring and unexpectedly virtuous."

Qi Ling smiled calmly.

He was somewhat surprised when he recalled the original work, wondering how the honest man in the original work managed to win her over.

"We need to step up our game today; we have to make a big splash this month."

While eating breakfast, Sawa was also working on her phone.

If I could obtain specific information about the Striker and send it back to Namba Heavy Industries, I would receive more than just a reward; a promotion and a raise would be a sure thing.

"Thank you for the hospitality, but next time you can just call me by my name. My name is Qi Ling."

“Qi Ling… Mr., I understand.”

While continuing to eat, Qi Ling began to think about the future.

He has no financial worries for the time being.

After all, they have food and lodging, and if they really run out of money, they can rob the rich to help the poor.

It's very comfortable.

So, the next step is to think about how to improve our skills.

After all, the system's time travel function is still in cooldown.

Before that, I need to strengthen myself as soon as possible to avoid any unexpected events.

As the story unfolds, Sawa continues her investigation, and the next time she comes to kill someone, it won't be an ordinary assassin, but a slammer.

And the story of Build will begin from this moment.

I will definitely meet Boss E in the future.

Although Evolt is indeed very strong, I am not weak either. After all, even the Ancient King suffered a loss at his hands, and Evolt has not yet fully recovered.

"I need to go find Mr. E's coffee shop."

He searched for it on a food delivery app last night.

But perhaps because E's coffee is so bad, there's absolutely no information about that shop online.

We'll have to find it ourselves.

After quickly finishing his breakfast, he couldn't wait to go out.

As soon as the door opened, two masked men were squatting at the entrance.

"Isn't this the female reporter's home? Why is a man here?"

The masked people were stunned for a moment.

He hid the machete he was holding behind his back.

But the name on the house number is correct; this is Takikawa Sawa's house.

Are you her boyfriend?

The masked man observed Qi Ling's appearance.

Her appearance is completely different from that of Sawa.

Living with someone of the opposite sex usually means you only have a boyfriend.

"Me? Well... I guess so..." Qi Ling was too lazy to explain, scratched his head, and replied.

An opportunity to rob the rich to help the poor.

Isn’t this coming?

"Although he's my boyfriend, he might also have some information about our organization, so we have to bring him back with us."

The masked men talked to each other, and slowly drew their machetes.

Sudden.

boom!

Sawa slammed her head against the door, forcibly closing it.