As the savior, I only want to play single-player games.

"It's ok."

"That uncle looks scary, he's bald!"

"Ok!"

"His face has many scars, clearly from being slashed with a knife!"

"Maybe it was scratched by a cat."

"He also has tattoos!"

"Hua, the teacher also said that you can't judge a book by its cover, right?"

"Eh!!!"

Baihechuan Hua shouted in dissatisfaction, clearly worried that Jianzi had been entrusted to the wrong person.

Yotsuya Miko finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Is that cat with two tails on the uncle's shoulder the legendary Nekomamushi?

However, if there are evil spirits, then there must also be good spirits.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly fierce yakuza uncle and the seemingly gentle young man were actually complete opposites.

Miko Yotsuya is no longer a child; she doesn't believe the world is kind and gentle. In fact, it's very cruel and extremely unreasonable.

This includes everything that one can see with one's own eyes.

Is this the reality of this world?

However, the image of that day appeared in her mind.

It was a pitch-black figure composed of countless threads, almost cocoon-shaped, nearly obscuring his true form.

The general outline of the body could only be seen through those thread-like things.

That thing was like a walking calamity, a source of misfortune.

Especially his eyes; just looking at them makes you stiffen up and unable to move. It's a terrifying sight.

That's definitely not something humans can have.

Just as Miko was pondering, the whole world seemed to tremble, and Miko's vision was momentarily distorted.

It was as if we had experienced a cataclysmic impact.

It was a very subtle sound, which most people would not notice at all, and even people with a strong sense of intuition would ignore it.

But Jianzi seemed to sense something. She subconsciously looked up at the sky.

But as the sun was setting and dusk approached, a magnificent sunset appeared on the horizon, which was extremely beautiful.

There's nothing there?

Is it just my imagination?

Jianzi stood still until Hua's cheerful voice rang out.

"What are you standing there for, Zi?"

It seems to be an illusion.

That's great, I thought I was hallucinating.

But for no apparent reason, Jianzi suddenly felt cold.

It was as if, in that fleeting moment, in that instant of looking up at the sky, I had seen a figure walking beyond the world.

If she were an ant living on the ground, with only a flat surface in her field of vision, this little ant seemed to know what height was, a place that humans could not reach.

But this was just a feeling; she didn't see it with her own eyes.

If you really ask her to say something, she can't say anything.

Moreover, because she was thinking about Tendo Kagura, she subconsciously attributed the source of that feeling to Tendo Kagura.

Seeing that Zixin was feeling something, he couldn't help but sigh.

How long can her peaceful daily life last?

……

Here comes the main storyline! It's already seventy or eighty thousand words long, why... why aren't you reading it?

Waaaaaah ╥﹏╥...

Actually, the savior just wanted to play single-player: Chapter Twenty-Nine: He Got Beaten Up

When Kagura Tendo returned home, his academic burden was not heavy compared to other students who were studying hard.

There were no absences, and the grades were not particularly outstanding.

Although his guardians and teachers had expressed concern about his future due to his lifestyle, he himself did not take it to heart.

The purpose of schools is to help students develop sound minds and bodies, acquire useful knowledge and skills through learning, establish themselves in society, and become a cog in the machine, maintaining this ordinary world.

Although Tendo Kagura doesn't have many abilities, she is still very confident in her ability to support herself.

Reality is extremely dull and boring; the complex society composed of people cannot tolerate those who are different.

I have absolutely no interest in Tendo Kagura.

He'll keep the status quo, live alone after graduation, and no one will bother to investigate the source of his income anyway.

For him, the outside world was more interesting.

He thought so and did it.

……

Who hit him?

Kagura Tendo stood in the living room, gazing at Suzuka Ise's slightly trembling body.

She was exceptionally thin and looked disheveled when she returned. She had even lost her schoolbag, and her junior high school sailor uniform was covered in dust, as if she had rolled around on the ground several times.

They've been locked in a stalemate for several minutes.

"He fell..." Suzuka Ise's voice was so faint it was almost inaudible. If he hadn't had such good hearing, he really wouldn't have heard it.

Kagura Tendo frowned slightly, staring at Suzuka Ise's head, which was almost buried in her hands, revealing large red and swollen patches on both sides of her face.

She was wearing a mask when she came back, probably bought from a store, but the red and swollen areas were too noticeable, and some areas couldn't be covered at all.

"Was it from a fall?" Kagura Tendo asked again.

"Mmm," Suzuka Ise murmured.

The two stood facing each other in a corner of the living room, remaining silent for a long time.

"Don't go to school tomorrow."

He suddenly said.

"Why!!" Suzuka Ise immediately raised her head and asked excitedly.

Her eyes were red, but there were no tear stains, so they must have been washed away. She hoped to pretend nothing had happened and get away with it.

Moreover, her favorite hair clip was gone, and her hair was a little messy.

Suzuka Ise stared intently at Kagura Tendo, hoping to catch a glimpse of pity or sympathy on his face.

But she was disappointed, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Because you were bullied at school," Kagura Tendo explained.

This guy really knew!

Suzuka Ise felt a strong sense of uncertainty about the future. She stood alone at the crossroads, shrouded in a thin mist, unsure of which way to go.

A strong sense of gloom enveloped her heart. She bit her pale lips hard, the pain coming from there, intertwining with the burning pain on her face that had not yet subsided. It was like eating an unripe persimmon, astringent to the point of bitterness, bitter to the point of sourness.

She thought their relationship had improved, and she thought Tendo Kagura knew about her difficulties.

She thought that seeing Kagura like this would make her angry or furious, or at the very least, she could comfort herself.

But this was all wishful thinking on her part, and Suzuka Ise began to regret it.

She shouldn't have wasted her time.

"I wasn't bullied at school!" she shouted emotionally. She couldn't listen to that bastard. If she dropped out, it would be the end of her. Tendo Kagura had no idea what was going on.

Tendo Kagura raised an eyebrow slightly: "So, you were beaten up off-campus, and by more than one person?"

Suzuka Ise's surging emotions faltered, and she almost blurted out, "So what?"

But she forced herself to calm down.

"I'm doing well at school, get along well with my classmates, don't cause trouble, and my teachers have even praised my grades," Suzuka Ise said logically.

The experience of living as an invisible person was certainly not bad. Although she only had one friend she could talk to. And it was always others who provoked her; she never provoked anyone. Only her grades were real; she wasn't unintelligent, and she was hardworking, so she quickly caught up with the learning pace.

"Is that so?" Tendo Kagura remained noncommittal.

"You don't need to go to school tomorrow," he said casually. Only a fool would believe Suzuka Ise's words. How could a little girl understand the seriousness of this matter?

He carefully examined Suzuka Ise's injuries. Some of her hair had been pulled out, and the tips of her ears were very red. It seemed that someone had grabbed her ears and slapped her face. The person who did it must have been very skilled and hadn't slapped her too hard, otherwise it would probably have been more serious than just simple redness and swelling. The swelling should have subsided by the next day.

Ise Suzuka, not knowing where she found the courage, felt only anger, extreme anger, and roared at Tendo Kagura, "Why!"

Her voice was excessively loud, yet it carried a hoarse quality filled with helplessness and despair, like a small animal forced to the edge of a cliff.

"Because I am your older brother." Kagura Tendo didn't say much. He had this obligation and responsibility to raise Suzuka Ise. If this girl were three years older, he would not have done this.

"I don't have a bastard brother like you! You're not my brother at all!" she screamed hoarsely, as if she were exhausting her life force. Her once bright eyes seemed to be ignited with a flame, burning fiercely and recklessly.

"You don't have the final say." Kagura Tendo disagreed. They were siblings in law, and unless the law changed, that couldn't be altered.

He moved aside, preparing to bring the food out of the kitchen.

Bang!

Kagura Tendou suddenly froze, turning back to look at the scene with a blank expression.

This house has no flaws; it cost a lot of money. The decor isn't luxurious, but it's very stylish, and the furniture is all from well-known brands. It's extremely formal and meticulous. For example, the Western European dining table and the matching high-backed chairs are both well-known solid wood furniture, with each chair weighing twenty or thirty kilograms.