Abnormal Moon

In the crowd, some people gritted their teeth and cursed under their breath, venting their anger and fear.

Most of them reacted the same way as that person, cursing their fickle fate or the unknown god of time travel. A few remained silent, but their faces were filled with panic, and their hearts were filled with confusion about the unknown future.

"Mr. Chancheng, the identity information has been collected."

After running around for a while, the staff finally handed over a thick stack of documents to the person in charge of the hall, a middle-aged man surnamed Chancheng.

Chancheng took the documents, glanced at them briefly, and walked to the front of the group.

"Let's welcome you anyway, fellow refugees. No matter where you came from before, or how much wealth or power you had, that's all in the past. Now, you are all refugees, refugees who would be eaten by monsters, demons, and cursed spirits roaming the wild without the protection of Fuyuki City!"

"I'm sure you've already witnessed such a scene on your way to Fuyuki City."

Some people in the crowd immediately turned extremely ugly.

When they first gathered in the wild, there were over a hundred of them.

But on their way to Fuyuki City, they encountered an attack that shattered their worldview.

They were attacked by large, unprecedented beasts, seemingly born to kill, which even firearms could not handle. More than a dozen refugees were eaten on the spot.

They endured the fear for a long time until the sound of gunfire subsided, and they saw the guards drive back the beasts, leaving behind a mess of broken limbs and a heart full of panic.

Many of them have witnessed those bloody scenes firsthand, and the mere thought of them makes their stomachs churn.

Such an attack completely shattered their values ​​formed over decades.

Seeing the obedient appearance of everyone, Chancheng nodded in satisfaction.

"But don't worry, at least in Fuyuki City you are safe and can live as before. However, never forget your status as refugees. We provided you with a place to live. Without us, you wouldn't even have a guarantee of your life. You have already received enough. Don't be ungrateful and do anything impulsive, reckless, or irrational, or you will bear the consequences!"

After a lecture that combined both soft and hard approaches, no one dared to refute it.

Even if some people were resentful, they dared not say anything due to the pressure from the surrounding soldiers.

After the usual reprimand, Chancheng pursed his lips and lowered his head to examine the documents in his hands.

The forms not only contained basic information such as the refugees' names and genders, but also included sections on their skills and previous jobs.

Chancheng's attention was clearly focused on the latter, showing great interest in the refugees' previous work.

Students, convenience store employees, novelists... The more Chancheng looked, the deeper his brow furrowed.

Some people even wrote that their specialty was playing games, especially visual novels, which made Chancheng's eyebrows twitch.

The world has become like this; what they need are highly skilled professionals or essential social workers like doctors. What good is being able to play video games?

Especially visual novels (galgames).

WTF!

After reviewing a thick stack of documents, no useful talent could be found in Chancheng.

He rubbed his temples and clicked his tongue in disgust.

"Forget it, I shouldn't have had any hope for you refugees. In short, you have two choices: one is to become miners or farmers, where you'll be provided with three meals a day, but without pay. After a certain number of years, you can change your status from refugee to civilian; the other option is to become servants..."

"Oh, yes, yes."

Just then, a voice suddenly broke in from outside the door.

A figure walked in from outside the hall. He was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with dark skin, blond hair, and a medium build. He had Middle Eastern features and was generally considered a handsome young man.

"Where is the person in charge here? I need to take two servants back with me."

The young man entered the hall, speaking calmly and unhurriedly, his tone of matter-of-fact exuding an air of unquestionable authority.

His eyes swept over the dozens of refugees in the hall, his gaze devoid of emotion, as if he were assessing the value of goods rather than looking at humans.

Chancheng's gaze fell on the young man's chest, where a nameplate with the words "Open Position" was worn on his black vest.

Upon seeing the nameplate, Chancheng's expression immediately turned serious, and he bowed respectfully to the man, like a soldier meeting his superior.

"My lord, you have the right to choose two attendants this month. Fortunately, the registration for this batch of refugees has been completed. Please choose whichever you prefer!"

"Ah."

The man gave a casual reply, his gaze wandering among the refugees.

A moment later, his gaze settled on a certain figure.

"I didn't expect there to be some decent ones among these refugees. This woman, and that man over there, I'm taking them both!"

He laughed heartily, snapped his fingers, and pointed twice in the air.

Chancheng looked in the direction he pointed.

The man was burly and had a sinister look in his eyes; he looked like someone you didn't want to mess with.

The other woman was only about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a high school uniform, with her long, jet-black hair cascading down her back and a white headband on her forehead. She was sitting there holding her skirt.

Her face was covered in dust, and her gaze was lowered, as if she was deliberately trying to conceal her presence. She couldn't tell how beautiful she was, but her voluptuous figure was quite eye-catching. Her pantyhose had several holes in them, revealing her fair and delicate thighs, which were very attractive. Several men around her had their eyes glued to her.

"I understand, I'll process your paperwork right away!"

Chancheng nodded slightly and opened the documents in his hand.

"Excuse me, could I have that girl?"

Just then, another figure walked into the hall and smiled as he stepped between the two.

Chapter 3 Kasumigaoka Utaha

"My lord, this is a bit too much..."

Chancheng looked at the newcomer and couldn't help but show a troubled expression.

The blond youth was displeased that the person he had his eye on had been taken away, and he looked over at the person who had come to take his place.

Among the refugees, the high school girl who had been deliberately trying to keep a low profile realized she had become the target of everyone's criticism, and at that moment she raised her head, her expression clearly not good.

At the entrance of the hall, a slender figure stepped through the door and entered the hall.

He was a boy who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

He wore a striped baseball cap, and a few strands of white, slightly curly hair meandered out from under the brim. His hair color was pure white, like a flawless snowflake.

His features were exquisite; rather than handsome, they were delicate, like a work of art. He had a gentle smile on his lips, making him seem very approachable and instantly endearing.

Unfortunately, he wore black-rimmed glasses, which made his eyes difficult to read.

The moment I looked at him, I could almost see a blood-red light in his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, his eyes, hidden beneath his glasses, revealed a striking blood-red pupil, possessing a raw, almost blood-red beauty that drew one in unconsciously.

On the chest of his plain black trench coat, there was also a nameplate that read "Most Son".

"My lord, the magician has already taken a liking to those two refugees. Why don't you choose another refugee?"

Zen City looked at the nameplate on the white-haired boy's chest and made a suggestion with unease.

In Fuyuki City, those who wear such nameplates on their chests are all legendary "magicians," a group of people who hold the lifeline of Fuyuki City in their hands. They are extremely rare, and each of them is high and mighty. His position as the head of a refugee shelter is not even worthy of being noticed by them.

"magician?!"

From among the refugees below, someone cried out in alarm.

"Could it be the legendary supernatural power? The kind that often appears in fantasy light novels, an entity that wields magic? Does magic really exist in this world?!"

Following the sound, one could see a black-haired boy wearing black-rimmed glasses, looking at the two magicians in the arena with great excitement, his eyes shining as if something from his imagination had appeared before him.

Coincidentally, the girl with long, straight black hair wearing a headband was right next to him.

Seeing his abrupt reaction, the girl with long, straight black hair glared at him fiercely.

The situation is already complicated enough. Making such a conspicuous move is just asking for trouble. Who knows what it will bring? It's incredibly naive!

The surrounding refugees were divided into groups: some remained silent, some whispered among themselves, and others cast gloating glances at them.

The girl with long, straight black hair involuntarily shook her long, voluptuous legs in black stockings.

The refugees' reaction did not affect the two magicians present.

"Actually, I also quite like that girl, Atram. I wonder if you could part with her and give her to me?"

The white-haired youth ignored the anxious Zen City and instead looked at the blond youth with a kind smile on his face.

The city of Chancheng was in a state of panic.

If they disagree, will these two magicians start fighting right here in front of him?

He was secretly getting impatient. He had heard that the youngest was the lowest rank among magicians, while the first was the third rank. How dare he ask someone to part with what they had? Wouldn't it be better to be more tactful and back down when things were going well?

"...Oh, I thought it was someone else. Isn't this Mr. Roy?"

The blond youth, Atram, was expressionless for a moment, then a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Of course, no problem. He's just a refugee anyway. If Mr. Roy is happy, please feel free to take him away!"

Chancheng was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief.

The two seemed to have a good relationship, which put his mind at ease for the time being.

"Then, I'll get the formalities done right away! By the way, sir, there are two servant slots available each month. You've used one now, would you like to choose the other one now?"