Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

"Has the follow-up work begun?"

"It's already started."

Although it might seem a bit like leaking money for personal gain, what's wrong with that?

Human rights are something you talk about with people.

This guy just looks like a human.

Besides, so-called human rights are nothing more than a means for some guys to deceive people and make profits.

So was there something wrong with Joseph's actions?

no problem.

Meanwhile, in Tokyo—

"I can't feel it anymore..."

Inside Tokyo's world-famous sewer system, a man who had set up a hammock for himself snapped the book shut.

Looking up at the filthy passage above, his expression was extremely calm.

A few minutes ago, it suddenly could no longer sense the existence of its other self.

Were they wiped out?

Tsk.

As expected, the world is not as simple as it seems.

Chapter 491 I Want to Play a Game with You

When the real person first came into this world, for safety reasons and for fun, he split himself into two parts.

One force of the soul dominates, and the other force of the body dominates.

The one taken in by Joseph was an individual whose physical strength was dominant.

The remaining individual, whose soul was now dominant, arrived in Tokyo early on and found a sewer to stay in.

To paraphrase a certain resurrected being, someone like you probably only deserves to spend a relatively unsuccessful life in the sewers.

"What bad luck! Nothing's going right."

The book in his hand was now on his face, and a slightly somber voice came out.

Even in the dim light, you could vaguely tell that this book was a fairly well-known one in Japan.

He is known for his precise analysis of human nature and his style of believing in hope even after facing pain.

Of course, people don't read this book to contemplate human nature or to awaken their own tiny, ant-like compassion.

It was just because I thought it would be fun.

Some plots that are very touching to humans are extremely boring to real people.

It's more of a thought like, "Wow, humans are really interesting creatures."

They looked down on humanity from their high vantage point, regarding them as backward and barbaric creatures.

Seeing some human actions can spark interesting thoughts, much like seeing animals doing something funny in a park.

"What should I do next?"

He rolled over, letting the book on his face slide into the sewage.

This book, bearing the author's autograph and which should have been carefully preserved, fell into the sewage and quickly sank to the bottom, being covered up along with other filth.

His eyes were vacant as he stared ahead, seemingly lost in thought.

After a long time, human voices gradually came from afar.

"There seems to be something wrong with the pipes here; we need to check them carefully."

"What problems could there be? It's just some garbage."

"Who knows?"

"What bad luck, I have to work overtime on Saturday."

"Come on, do we even have Saturdays?"

"That's true, hahaha."

"Want to grab a drink after get off work?"

"Of course."

Lying in the hammock he made himself, the real person listened to the human voices with a blank expression.

until a certain moment.

"Niehei".

An extremely exaggerated smile instantly appeared on the real person's face.

The stitches were all pushed to one side.

The face shrouded in shadow looked incredibly frightening.

Hey! You over there! Who are you?!

A beam of flashlight shone on the person who was facing away from the maintenance staff.

The worker carrying the flashlight didn't even notice that his hand was trembling slightly.

"Huh? There's no one there."

His companion, however, scratched his head in confusion.

In his field of vision, there was clearly only one hammock.

While it's odd to find hammocks in this place, there's no need to be so surprised.

Maybe it belongs to a homeless person?

"Ok?"

The maintenance worker, holding a flashlight, was stunned, a feeling of disbelief washing over him.

What's he kidding?

There's clearly a person lying there!

"You can see me."

A voice, full of interest, drifted over.

For some reason, the maintenance personnel felt their bodies stiffen the moment they heard the sound.

"I've thought of a really interesting game."

Turning his head mechanically, a man with stitches all over his face appeared before the maintenance worker, a smile that was hard to describe.

It was like seeing a really interesting toy.

Slowly reaching out, the real person pinched another maintenance worker who was still talking with a puzzled look on his face.

"Well?"

The maintenance worker, who was being held captive, seemed to sense something and opened his mouth as if to say something.

The next second, a surge of magical power seeped into the other person's body.

The maintenance worker, carrying a flashlight, watched helplessly as his colleague gradually transformed into a terrifying monster.

"It was a little rough, but it's okay."

Looking at the twisted monster before him, the real man nodded in satisfaction.

It actually fits its aesthetic quite well.

The only drawback is that the modification was done too roughly, so its lifespan may be very short.

"Now, run."

The maintenance worker, transformed into a monster, turned to look at his former colleague.

A hoarse roar rang out, and a gaping maw full of sharp teeth opened towards the man.

"Ahhhhh!!"

After letting out a series of terrified screams, the man with the flashlight rushed out without looking back.

My mind went blank; all I could think about was running.

The modified monster behind them didn't seem to be very fast and never managed to catch up with the man.

What the man didn't notice was that a tear rolled down the corner of the eye of the transformed monster.

His bloodshot pupils were filled with pain.

"Hmm~"

Humming a cheerful tune, the real person followed behind the two at a leisurely pace, as if taking a stroll, enjoying this bizarre play.

The night is still long.

At dawn, a ray of sunlight rises from the horizon.

The morning light always represents beauty and hope.

Some people opened their sleepy eyes and sat up in bed.

"so tired."

After a long stretch, Hiratsuka Shizuka rubbed her shoulder and sighed.

I slept for more than ten hours, but I don't know why I feel very tired.

Am I really not young anymore?

While getting dressed, Hiratsuka Shizuka had some self-doubt.

"Forget it."

Some people have just finished their work.

"It's over."

Luo Zhen and Joseph sighed in unison, tossing the documents they were holding onto the table.

After a whole night of work, I finally got that guy, Zhenren, sorted out.

This thing looks like a hybrid of a cockroach and a fish.

On the one hand, it has a tenacious vitality and is always thinking about causing trouble and escaping from prison.

On the other hand, it has the memory of a fish, and even if it is treated badly, it will start making a fuss again after a while.

This kind of guy is really better off being humanely euthanized.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Holding two cups of hot tea, Asukai Kiki placed them on the table.

When she arrived this morning, she saw that the two of them had expressions of pain and helplessness on their faces, and there was a pile of files on their desks.

Looking at the hot tea in front of him, Joseph glanced at Rozen beside him.

"I'm benefiting from your help."

After saying something seemingly out of nowhere, Joseph picked up his hot tea and started drinking.

Actually, he prefers drinking cola.

Joseph developed a fondness for tea in his old age, but what does that have to do with his younger self, JoJo?

Rolling his eyes, Luo Zhen paused for a moment before picking up the hot tea from the table.

Chapter 492 Luo Zhen: Girls, Don't Tilt Your Head

Gently blowing away the steam from the water's surface, Luo Zhen sipped the hot water in his cup.