The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

"After paying taxes on the rice grown in the fields, there's almost nothing left."

"I spent the whole day naked in the mud catching crabs, loaches, and snails.

"Grab anything edible."

"Even so, I still can't fill my stomach."

"During a famine, my five brothers and my parents all starved to death."

“…” Miss Irie remained silent.

The history told by the old man was written in black and white in the textbooks of the empire, and even accompanied by the figure of a starving person.

But what is in the book and what the person said in person are obviously two completely different things.

"Later, the star gate opened."

"At that time, the Holy Emperor appealed to all citizens: the Empire must launch a vigorous Great Holy War. Only by expanding our living space can we make the Empire great!"

“After that, I think it’s all taught in textbooks now.”

"Yes." Miss Irie replied softly.

"All the people of the country united as one, gambled the fate of the country in one war after another, and conquered one planet after another..."

"Yes." The old man said with emotion

"Including the one under our feet."

"If we don't conquer, the empire will be destroyed and the people will be impoverished." The old man shook his head.

"Miss Irie, imagine your father, your mother, your brothers, your sisters..."

"They all fell to the ground, barely breathing."

"They only needed a sip of soup or a grain of rice to survive—yet, there was nothing I could do. I could only watch them die."

"..."

"Ms. Irie." The old man took off his hat.

"Jihad is closely related to every citizen."

"I think your father wouldn't want to see that scene happen in his own home."

"That's why you're devoting all your energy to the Holy War and His Majesty the Holy Emperor."

"It is precisely because he cares about you and your family that he is forced to suppress his grief and leave Miss."

"...Me." Irie Misato bit her lips lightly.

She knew that the old man wanted to persuade her to go home.

But, reason is reason, and emotion is emotion.

"I'll go back and try." Finally, Irie Misato replied softly.

She didn't want to refuse the kindness of an old hero.

"Sizzle, sizzle—"

At this moment, she suddenly heard the sound of a machine turning.

Irie Misato looked back.

Surprisingly, the wreckage in the glass case began to move strangely, and a faint red light appeared on the head that looked like a skull.

"Damn Japanese, Japanese

The machine was sparking and speaking intermittently.

The gears on its body were spinning with a crackling sound, and it raised its remaining arm as if it wanted to launch an attack.

Unfortunately, there are no weapons on its empty arms.

On the contrary, because the movement was too big, it lost its balance and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ah!" Misato Irie jumped back in fright, her face pale.

"It, it's still alive!"

"Haha, don't worry." The old man said easily.

"It's just a piece of wreckage."

"Maybe there's still a little bit of electricity left - but there's really no threat."

Miri Irie shrank back for a moment, then saw that the wreckage was just lying on the ground, motionless. Although there was a red light in its eyes, it did not take the next step, so she calmed down.

"What is this?" asked Miri Irie.

This exhibition hall displays the spoils collected by the Empire's holy war army from various planes or worlds to enhance the pride of the people.

But generally speaking, no one cares to know the specific details.

"It seems to be some kind of mechanical puppet made by the barbarians who resist the holy war." The old man explained.

"At that time, our germ warfare was a great success. The barbarians either fell ill or died, and were unable to compete head-on with the Empire."

"Some barbarians want to develop mechanical puppets to fight us—"

"But before we succeeded, we raided their lab."

"Although they have already built a prototype, it is obviously powerless against the Crusade Army. Then we will smash this mechanical puppet to pieces."

"Finally, our commander thought it was quite interesting, so he brought it back and placed it in the exhibition hall."

Just as the old man was explaining in detail to Irie Miri, suddenly there were loud footsteps coming from outside.

“Bang!!”

“Bang!!”

“Is anyone still visiting here at this time?”

The old man frowned slightly, then shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hello!!"

“Don’t make so much noise!!”

“Keep quiet in the hall!!”

"Bang! Bang!!" Unexpectedly, the other party ignored him at all and continued to make extremely loud noises.

And then the old man understood why the footsteps were so loud.

The man didn't even walk properly, he was jumping and skipping like a monkey that had just come down the mountain.

At the same time, he seemed to be humming a little tune.

"Hmm, military type?"

"Of course it's the medic!"

"Medical kit, demolition grenade, smoke bomb..."

"Hey, where's my Te-niao main weapon?"

"Bastard, give it to me!!" The old man was angry and was about to lose his temper, but he saw the person who came suddenly stop and looked into the eyes of the old man and Irie Misato.

"Hiss" the old man took a breath of cold air.

The visitor was about ten years old, with black hair and black eyes, and an extremely handsome appearance.

He was twirling a knife in his hand at the moment, looking cynical and cool.

not good!!

This was the first reaction that came to the old man’s mind.

This young man's appearance makes him a complete disaster wherever he goes!

Sure enough, Miri Irie, who was standing beside the old man, just glanced at him lightly, and a blush quickly appeared on her face.

Then she lowered her head and twirled her fingers restlessly, without saying a word.

"..."

Obtained

The old man sighed and slowed down his tone.

With such an extraordinary appearance, he is definitely not a child from an ordinary family.

Just a few words.

"you……"

He had just opened his mouth when he saw the young man jump in front of the counter and kick the glass cabinet to pieces.

"Crackling..." The ground was covered with broken glass, which rolled down and emitted a crystal light, like pearls scattered all over the ground.

The old man is numb.

What kind of person is this?

Which young master is this?!

That’s too much!!

"It's still broken." Shu Yichao looked at the wreckage lying on the ground and said with regret.

Enter the game, click on the module, load...

When I opened my eyes, what caught my eye was a flag that made me grit my teeth.

This is...

Is it worth thinking about?!

Fuck him!!

But what Shu Yichao didn't expect was that the game interface changed.

It seems to have been replaced with the shooting module of Alien Beacon

Yes, Alien War is a patchwork at its core, and you can even play FPS in real-time strategy.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s just a different way of killing.

So Shu Yichao chose his career as smoothly as flowing water.

Of course, if you are playing alone, you should play as a medic, who can fight and heal.

In addition to the fixed talent [Alluring Beauty], he can now choose it himself.

"Just [Unnoticeable] and [Fast Moving]."

He was cutting and jumping around at the same time.

"Just bring a medical kit and grenades..."

But at this moment, Shu Yichao discovered something -

Where's my main weapon?

Not only does it not have a main weapon, it doesn't even have a secondary weapon.

The only thing on his body that could be considered a weapon was a dagger.

"Tsk, is this the start of a chicken-eating game?"

"Do I have to pick up weapons myself?"

Then Shu Yichao suddenly realized that he seemed to have come to a building that looked like a weapons exhibition hall.

A variety of weapons are placed in glass cabinets for you to choose from.

The only problem is, all of these weapons seem to be broken...

but it does not matter

"When you are undecided, you get stuck with a bug."

As long as the operation is done properly, the medic can also use the engineer's tools.

So in the eyes of the old man and Irie Misato, Shu Yichao first stood up and crouched twice, then the dagger and grenade in his hand were slashing back and forth, and then, he had an extra thing in his hand... a wrench?