Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

About an idiot boss, about family pressure, about mentally challenged colleagues, about mortgage and car loan payments.

The immense pressure nearly crushed the man both physically and mentally.

An invisible negative pressure emanated from the man.

'Humans are really interesting.'

Something slowly seeped out from the gap in the back seat.

It's like the foam that rises from Mentos when it's added to Coke, but much slower.

A human figure gradually took shape.

Her long, blue-gray hair was tied into several braids at the back.

His body covered in stitches made him look like a victim who had escaped from the laboratory of some mad scientist.

However, in reality, this guy is far more terrifying than a mad scientist.

"What a terrible day."

With a sigh, the middle-aged man, who didn't deserve to have a name, wearily watched the traffic flowing by on the street.

Men of this age rarely indulge in sentimentalism or melancholy anymore.

In fact, most of the melancholy and sadness in spring and autumn stem from idleness and laziness.

Men whose lives are already filled with pressure have virtually no time for sentimentality.

Only a handful of times a year when I go to an izakaya with friends for drinks do I open up to them.

This was a rare moment of relaxation for him.

The man adjusted the rearview mirror, glanced at the vehicles behind him, and then turned on the turn signal to prepare to turn.

"Can not you see?"

The humanoid creature, its face covered in stitches, watched the middle-aged man with great interest, as pale blue flames ignited from its palm.

The shadows cast by the flames danced across the real person's face, making it look incredibly sinister.

However, the pale blue flame went out the next second.

"Well, let's observe for a while."

Having suddenly arrived in this unfamiliar world, Zhenren remained vigilant.

After observing for half a day, it discovered that there seemed to be no cursed spirits in this world.

There were naturally no sorcerers present.

This made the real person feel both excited and somewhat disappointed.

Ah, nobody's playing anymore, so boring.

However, we still need to be careful.

Those sorcerers might jump out from the cracks like cockroaches at any time.

Looking at the sports car ahead, Zhenren's eyes revealed a look of great interest.

That's really interesting.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to turn away from Hiratsuka Shizuka's car and onto the same road, Makoto reached out his hand.

"Clap."

Pale yet well-defined fingers gently pinched the man's neck.

There was actually no sound, but the real person very 'thoughtfully' added sound.

The pale blue flames reignited once more.

The man, who had been looking exhausted, suddenly stiffened, his face contorting into a comical expression.

The relationship between the soul and the body has been a topic of debate since ancient times.

Some believe that the body influences the soul, while others believe that the soul influences the body.

From a true person's perspective, the soul is the dominant one.

If one can touch the soul and change its form, then the physical body can also be changed accordingly.

Chapter 477 Hiratsuka Shizuka just wants to go home quickly

The moment the cold fingers touched his neck, the man driving the car froze.

His face was contorted with exhaustion, as if a large, sour lemon had been shoved into his mouth unexpectedly.

"Transformation through non-action"

A flippant voice rang out, and a stitched-up face with a wicked smile slowly leaned close to the man's ear and whispered something.

In theory, a real person who can change the physical form of a human through their soul can use this ability to control human actions.

In fact, real people are currently testing the feasibility of this ability.

For a real person, drastically changing someone's soul is like kneading a large lump of dough into a ball.

This delicate operation is like carefully threading a needle.

While it's not impossible, doing it well still requires considerable effort and energy.

"Oh, that."

"Be gentle here, and avoid this area?"

"Never mind. It doesn't matter."

Inside the cramped car, the man's body was constantly being manipulated by the real person with 'great interest'.

The arms were stiff like a marionette, only able to rotate according to the controller's will.

Vehicles that were driving smoothly on the street suddenly started swaying back and forth as if they were drunk, nearly hitting surrounding vehicles several times.

"What are you doing!"

"Can you drive?"

"You bastard, you'll get hit by a dump truck and die sooner or later!"

After regaining their senses, the drivers who were almost hit by the impact vented their anger at the crooked car in front of them.

Various unpleasant words kept coming out.

Come to think of it, it's hard for anyone to be in a good mood if they almost get hit while driving normally.

However, they obviously didn't know that people killed by dump trucks could be reincarnated for just 2200 million.

Although the premise is being a superior person.

What's going on in the back?

Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was ahead, also noticed the commotion behind her. After adjusting her rearview mirror, she looked at the wobbly vehicle with some confusion.

Through the rearview mirror, Hiratsuka Shizuka could vaguely see the unusual expression on the middle-aged man's face behind her.

Recalling the expression on the face of that truck driver earlier, Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't help but shudder.

No way.

Surely her luck can't be that bad?

I encountered this twice in one day.

Can't you?

Shizuka Hiratsuka had a feeling that the truck driver who was already dead might have been driving under the influence of alcohol or was high on drugs.

If one only had suspicions about the truck driver, Hiratsuka Shizuka...

Looking at the driver's obviously abnormal expression, Hiratsuka Shizuka was almost certain.

Shaking her head, Hiratsuka Shizuka quickly stepped on the gas and sped away.

Speeding doesn't matter anymore; she's genuinely traumatized by that truck.

I probably won't be racing again for a long time afterward.

"Hey! Don't run away!"

The real person, who was repeatedly manipulating the soul of the middle-aged man, grumbled in dissatisfaction.

It's like seeing a child's favorite toy being taken away.

What was initially a careful movement immediately turned into a rough one.

As the real person's thoughts evolved, the man's arm gradually became twisted and grotesque.

The muscles in his right forearm twisted together like a vortex, or as if he had been hit by a claw strike from a tooth and an iron ball from Jero.

Numerous tiny tentacles, resembling plant roots, sprouted from the back of his hand, extending outwards and exploring.

His fingers gripping the steering wheel were completely stuck together; he probably wouldn't be able to remove them from the wheel on his own.

Meanwhile, the man's other arm swelled and grew larger like an inflated balloon.

It quickly filled half the seats.

Feeling the changes in his body, the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with despair, and a tear slid down his cheek.

He didn't know what had happened, or why he was in this situation.

Before getting on the bus, today was just an ordinary and boring day for him.

However, everything changed very quickly.

His body was out of control, and he could only watch helplessly as things unfolded.

He didn't believe in the existence of gods and prayed countless times in his heart, but no miracle ever happened.

He still hadn't regained control of his body, and in fact, that change happened very quickly.

'If I could, I'd rather die.'

The man thought with a sense of despair.

Of course, it's just a thought.

If they could, no one would want to leave this beautiful world.

As long as you're alive, there's still hope.

If you die, then you lose everything.

Under the control of a real person, this ordinary-looking business van somehow managed to exude a wild and unrestrained aura.

No one on the entire road dared to get too close to it.

After all, it's your own car, so it's your own heart that's hurting it.

Judging from this guy's driving style, he either has a father who's an official or he's mentally ill.

Regardless of which of these two types it is, these ordinary people cannot afford to offend them.

Let's not even talk about the officials.

People with serious mental illnesses will only think that the problem lies with you.

Arguing with him might even result in him turning around and accusing you.

"Can't you see me even now?"

He glanced at the man in the seat and spoke calmly.

Under normal circumstances, ordinary people cannot see the existence of cursed spirits.

However, there are some exceptions.

For example, when in a special environment, such as when near death.

According to the real person's conjecture, after being toyed with for so long by its inaction and transformation, this human should be close to breaking down.

This was not unexpected.

The middle-aged man's mind was almost paralyzed; he could only watch helplessly as things unfolded.