Fighting you is like being in jail.

He slightly raised his dead fish eyes and looked at Rentaro and Aihara Enju, who were standing in the middle of the road.

You still do nothing.

I couldn't do it, but you didn't.

You say you want to change everything, but you don't even dare to take the first step...

"Sigh..." Hachiman sighed in despair, his clenched fists trembling slightly.

A moment later, Hikigaya quietly followed Rentaro to the dilapidated building.

Before they even got close, they saw the police car parked at the gate. Rentaro had chased after the police car, while Hachiman had followed leisurely.

He needs to understand the world better.

Boom!

Before I even went inside, I heard two gunshots from inside the building.

Hikigaya's pupils contracted, as if he had already understood what had happened, and the indifference in his eyes turned into anger!

He didn't approach, he just watched...

Then the police drove away, and Rentaro rushed out in a panic, carrying the girl who had been shot and was bleeding, and hurriedly ran to the hospital.

"Hey……"

Hikigaya sighed in despair, feeling a tightness in his chest as he watched Rentaro's departing figure.

"What a hopeless world... Maybe I really should do something."

"Well... first we need to make some money."

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he walked off in a certain direction without looking back.

At this moment, his back view carried a sense of realization as he carefully recalled the news about the gangsters and their history of how they rose to power.

Thermomix operates through middlemen, but that's not suitable for my current situation; I want to go directly to the source.

From production to sales, the product must be... a necessity.

egg!

Production is very simple; only quantity matters, and the cycle is short.

Then comes sales... looks like I'll need to meet with them in person.

As for the caretakers, it might be difficult in other worlds, but it shouldn't be too easy in this one.

The cursed child.

With their abilities and dedication, these children, living in hardship, are more serious and responsible than anyone else.

The only problem is... how do I sell these products?

You can lower the price, but that will encroach on other people's profits, and you'll be targeted.

But it doesn't matter to the person being targeted.

Or if there's no real need... then create a real need!

As long as I can gain the complete trust of the cursed children, producing eggs will be a piece of cake for them, given their capabilities.

Even if they can't sell them... the cursed children can still eat eggs every day, at least ensuring they won't starve.

Yes! Perfect plan.

Next, I need to find a way to contact Yeonju and get her to take me to the place where the cursed children gather.

Don't panic, take it one step at a time.

Hachiman's dead fish eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if he saw a glimmer of hope, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, even with a hint of evil.

This world doesn't deserve to be treated with kindness!

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When Hikigaya returned to the agency, he appeared unchanged. Kisara Tendo didn't notice any change in Hikigaya either. Later, when Rentaro returned, he just seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Rentaro? What happened?"

"nothing."

Tendoki asked a question out of curiosity, but Rentaro remained silent without answering.

"Ok?"

This situation made Tendoki frown in even greater confusion, but he didn't press the matter further.

After get off work, Hikigaya left the office and headed towards the laboratory he didn't really want to go to, which was where Sumire Muroto was.

In the dark, almost unlit laboratory, Sumire Muroto sat in her work chair, her face showing tired dark circles under her eyes. She stared at the burning beaker on the table and couldn't help but swallow greedily.

Meanwhile, white taro was being cooked in a glass container on top of the beaker, and the aroma of the cooking taro filled the surroundings.

As for why I used experimental equipment to cook taro, it was purely out of laziness.

crunch.

The laboratory door opened, and Hachiman walked in carrying a pile of food.

The moment he saw Sumire Muroto, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and a sense of certainty for victory arose within him.

As someone who was saved by Sumire Muroto's kindness, Hikigaya deeply respects and loves her, but she is also the person he least wants to face because of the debt he owes her.

The debt of gratitude for saving one's life can never be repaid in a lifetime.

Now, he was seeking help once again, and he strode forward with unwavering determination, his steps more resolute than ever before.

As he walked, he slid down to his knees two meters away from Sumire Muroto.

"Oh no, wadashi... please lend me money! I'll do anything."

"..."

Sumire Muroto blinked in bewilderment, feeling her brain get a little hot for a moment as she realized she had stumbled upon a blind spot in her knowledge.

"Hachiman, have you finally been swept away by this hopeless world? What exactly happened?"

Hachiman, who was kneeling on the ground in a private Marseille pose, slowly raised his head, smiled awkwardly, and didn't know how to start the conversation.

"Well... I just wanted to do something."

"What can you do?" Muroto Sumire looked at Hikigaya kneeling in front of her with amusement. "What can you do now? Tell me. Although I am rich, I don't lend you money so easily. You can tell this is a lot of money."

“Yes… I want to borrow fifty million.” Hachiman nodded, feeling guilty, and his hands on his knees tightened involuntarily.

"doing what?"

"Open a breeding farm."

"what?"

"Raise chickens and then sell eggs..."

"..."

Sumire Muroto leaned back slightly, looking at her phone with a slightly creepy expression, which for some reason was a bit jarring to the eyes.

What does it mean to sell eggs?

You borrowed 50 million just to open a breeding farm?

"No... what are you thinking?"

"I want to open a breeding farm outside the city." Hachiman lowered his head guiltily, knowing he probably couldn't afford to pay it back.

"Outside the city?"

Muroto Sumire frowned, a glint of light flashing in her eyes, as she looked intently at Hikigaya.

“Tell me more, I know you’re definitely not as simple as you seem.”

“I opened a farm and hired cursed children as employees... and then I started selling eggs.”

“You…” Sumire Muroto instantly understood a lot, and her gaze towards Hachiman Hikigaya held a newfound appreciation.

Everyone knows what happens to cursed children, and the fact that Hachiman is still thinking about them under such circumstances speaks volumes.

This is to provide them with a livelihood.

but……

"Have you considered that eggs aren't so easy to sell? The market is almost saturated now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hachiman's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he raised his head, filled with the spirit of gold, and said forcefully:

"If there is no demand, create demand. It is very easy to create an egg shortage in Tokyo."

"How to make it?"

"..." Hachiman remained silent. He wouldn't say that he knew it wasn't strange at all to be beaten to death on the roadside.

"I promise I won't tell anyone else, and if you do, I'll lend you 50 million yen." Muroto Sumire understood what Hikigaya meant and was very serious.

Hachiman took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed, and he said seriously, "I will release bird flu."

"..."

Sumire Muroto smiled, having already understood the situation.

No wonder it's outside the city, no wonder they're so confident.

“You need to understand that bird flu doesn’t appear so easily. With current biotechnology, it’s very easy to treat. You must have more than one solution. Tell me about another one.”

"..." Hachiman fell silent once again, not because he had no other options, but because another method would affect the cursed children.

Muroto Sumire understood his meaning, took out her phone and started operating it. Soon, a message came from Hikigaya's phone.

"I've already lent you 50 million, can you tell me now? Or... am I not trustworthy?"

"I will have the children attack the farm."

"This will only bring more negative news about these children."

"Aren't there enough cases like this already? Even if someone is beaten to death on the roadside, nobody cares. Do you know what I saw?!"

Hachiman clenched his fists and stared wide-eyed with imposing force, as if the beast within him had awakened at that moment.

"Have you ever been outside? Do you know how many loaves of bread a human life is worth?"

"Three loaves of bread! Three loaves of bread that no one else would even glance at! She was arrested by the police, dragged to an abandoned building, and shot dead!"

"The ridiculous thing is that this city needs these children to protect it!"

"What did they do wrong? They did nothing wrong! They risked their lives to protect everyone, and what happened to them?!"

"A person of conscience remains silent, a kind person remains silent!"

In an instant, his voice carried a soul-piercing impact, striking hard into Sumire Muroto's heart. As one of the world's top four thinkers, she naturally understood the situation of this world.

She may have no grudge against the cursed child, but she is filled with rage against the Gastrea monster.

Her lover died at the hands of the Gastrea monster.

"Hachiman, you're right."

After a long silence, Sumire Muroto sighed, looking deeply at Hachiman before her, her expression filled with affirmation.

"I hope you can do it."

She looked forward to Hachiman's success.

Hikigaya left, departing with resolve and determination.

He needed to take further action, but he was naive; he underestimated the monopoly of capital in this world.

He spent two days visiting farms throughout the city, only to find that all the supplies were monopolized, and even hatchable eggs were not being sold.

This was a devastating blow to Hachiman's heart, and he sat in his rented room, clenching his fists in frustration.

boom!

Hachiman slammed his fist on the table, startling the paper and pens on it, and roared through gritted teeth.

"Are you kidding me! Are you kidding me!"