Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　"Are you also surnamed Yongdao?"

　Xiao Cui asked this question, blinking her eyes: "I have a friend whose surname is also Yongdao. He comes from the Yongdao family in Xianggu Town."

　In Japan, the probability of surname duplication is not very high, especially for some less common surnames.

　Unlike the polite phrase "Oh, we were one family thousands of years ago" in China, in Japan, people with the same surname will be associated with relatives... even if there are sometimes misunderstandings.

　When Alisa was studying at Fuuto High School, she naturally did not reveal that she was Gareth's sister.

　However, when rumors circulated and she herself did not deny them, it almost certainly confirmed that she was Gareth's sister.

　She is the eldest daughter of the Yuan'an family.

　Only then will there be a complex and troublesome situation to follow...

　That's why the food club can't find anyone... People who truly love food hesitate because of Alisa's identity.

　As for those who want to curry favor, Alisa from the far shore has no intention of letting them join the club.

　It is precisely because of this that the crisis of abolishing the society has occurred.

　And Nagashima Utako is undoubtedly from Shoya Town. In fact, she's even more likely to be from Shoya Town than Nagashima Nozomi.

　After all, Nagashima Koki was born and raised in Fuuto.

　"Yes, I grew up in Xianggu Town."

　As she spoke, Nagashima Utako recalled the past: "Later, I felt that Shoya Town was too small, so I prepared to go to Central City to work."

　Planning to go to Central City? Then why did you stay in Wind City in the end?

　Xiao Cui was filled with many questions, but she didn't ask them aloud. Instead, she decided to continue listening.

　Meanwhile, Ayari, who was listening nearby, immediately showed a curious expression: "Eh? How do you know my brother?"

　That's another story.

　However, Nagashima Utako has a story, while Enkishi Arisa has dango (rice dumplings), so eating dango while telling stories is also a good idea.

　"That would be a long story."

　As Nagashima Utako said this, Yokawa Hikaru immediately perked up: "Can you make this short?"

　There are often scenes like this in TV dramas—

　"It's a long story," followed by the usual "to make a long story short" response... Yao Chuan Guang had wanted to say something similar for a long time.

　So, can you make this brief?

　"It's not impossible."

　As Nagashima Utako spoke, she took a deep breath and said, "First, I lost my luggage in a monster attack, then my first job was with a conman who swindled me out of all my money, and then Gareth from the Far Shore saved me."

　"..." It does feel like a super long story, but with the "to make a long story short" approach, it seems to have been told in just a few sentences.

　After that, there was no need for Nagashima Utako to say anything more; it was simply that Gareth from the far shore who brought Nagashima Utako back to Futo for development.

　From then on, Nagashima Utako became a maid in the Nagashima family. Eventually, she became someone similar to Gareth's butler.

　"Oh-um..."

　She uttered a sigh, and Alisa on the distant shore murmured in thought... Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, she raised her head.

　"Then shouldn't you have fallen for my brother?"

　As Alisa said this, she laughed and said, "Come to think of it, I always thought you had feelings for my brother."

　"Later I realized that your friendship was purely platonic, which surprised me a bit. It's quite rare..."

　"..." Nagashima Utako: "..."

　"..." Far Shore Alisa: "..."

　Yao Chuanguang: "..."

　Xiao Cui: "..."

　"..." Oh no! It's like we've discovered some terrible secret!

　Chapter 778 It finally began

　It is worth mentioning that, against the backdrop of rapid development in modern society, some human settlements still maintain a state of isolation from the outside world.

　They have no cell phones or internet, no way to get information from the outside world, and their lives are extremely simple...

　Perhaps it could be called a primitive tribe.

　They relied on simple tools and natural resources to make a living, and their lifestyle and cultural traditions were significantly different from those of modern civilization.

　Even when taking some cities in Africa as examples, they appear to be quite advanced.

　Because it was a city, not a tribe.

　"..."

　"A soft rustling sound—"

　The night falls,

　Deep in the primeval Amazon rainforest, in a place no one else can find, lies the location of this small team.

　This is a well-equipped special forces team, dressed in specially made camouflage combat uniforms, moving silently through the jungle.

　Their figures moved like ghosts in the night, almost blending into their surroundings... their faces were uniformly painted with camouflage paint.

　Armed with advanced firearms, individual rocket launchers, and night vision equipment, they appeared quite ready for battle.

　"Echo Squad, advance to the left, stay concealed, the target is at your eleven o'clock position."

　The commander's deep, powerful voice rang out in the headset, and every member tensed up, gradually approaching the target direction.

　However, a sudden warning quickly echoed throughout the jungle from the direction of the target: "Guests! What do you want?"

　Speaking in broken English, a wary voice came from the watchtower hidden among the trees.

　Then, in the next instant...

　“Biu!!!!”

　The sharp whistling startled the primitive tribe in the direction of the target, and a cacophony of native language began to echo from there.

　"..." The entire squad quickly raised their guns, and the squad leader sought instructions: "Commander? There's a sentry post, we've been spotted."

　In response, the commander's voice immediately rang out in the earpiece—

　"Charge head-on, fire is permitted! Delta Squad will support you from the right flank. Keep a low profile and don't let any stragglers escape."

　The moment they received the instructions, the special forces team's seamless teamwork was on full display.

　"Da da da……"

　Dense flames ignited the surroundings in the darkness, and the guards, wearing infrared night vision goggles, quickly killed the watchmen on the watchtower.

　"Pfft..."

　Seeing the body fall to the ground, one of them fired a final shot, and then began to advance in a tactically coordinated formation.

　"Da da da……"

　"boom!"

　"Thumbs up!!!"

　Delta Squad had already opened fire, and their tactical grenades easily destroyed the tribe's wooden gate.

　The elite squad members immediately charged in, guns drawn, and shot down one by one the panicked tribesmen who were wielding spears and preparing to retaliate.

　"what!!!"

　"##%..."

　Amidst screams, curses, and pleas for mercy in an unintelligible indigenous language, the battle quickly came to an end...

　Or rather, a massacre has ended.

　"..." After the noisy gunfire ceased, the remaining ruins of the tribe were quiet, with only the lingering smell of blood in the air...

　Tactical boots made of special materials pounded on the blood-soaked ground as the squad leader, at the forefront, reached out and removed his helmet.

　With a deep sense of exhaustion on his face, he checked on the condition of the team members who were finishing up with heart rate detectors.

　"Report: All have been confirmed eliminated."

　As he reported this, the veteran, who was about forty years old, glanced at the body of a dead child on the ground.

　The corpse's face was illuminated by the moonlight; its eyes were wide open, and its brown skin bore some scratches.

　There is a hole between his eyebrows.

　"..." The commander did not hold back his encouragement for the captain's report: "Well done, buddy... humanity is one step closer to safety."

　Yes, humanity has taken another step closer to safety.

　These members of primitive tribes, unaware of the situation and not understanding what transformation and Moile are, are something that hinders human survival.

　There was one question that the veteran didn't quite understand.

　If his country knew of these people's existence, why didn't they arrange for planes to send them to Mexico for conversion?

　Is it just because they want money?

　Or perhaps his country has some special ideas about this land in South America, this Amazon rainforest?

　In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to a time long, long ago.

　Compared to then, it seems that the only difference now is the removal of the scalp-cutting step.

　As a soldier, he couldn't voice such questions... He could only silently watch the mess unfold.

　Watching the soldiers scrutinize the corpses, watching them crawl into their thatched tents and scramble for the precious metals left behind by the chief for trading with the outside world.

　"Guys...fire the signal flare, the helicopter to pick you up has arrived. Take your allowance, and get a good night's sleep when you get back."

　The commander's voice rang through the headset, and the captain watched the signal flare soar into the sky, guiding the direction.

　He remained silent, unsure of what he should be thinking.

　I don't know what I should do...

　No... perhaps we should do something.

　-

　"Mr. Creeper, Mr. Creeper?"

　One of the Creeper Gang's underlings called out to the Rap King, and then he saw the Rap King recording a song in a LiveHouse.

　As the younger brother, he decided to wait for the rap king.

　Then, they saw a little girl sitting at the door playing on her phone, with their gang's female translator beside her.

　I heard that this translator speaks eleven languages, but he's just an ordinary junior employee, so I've never heard of him translating.

　So what are these two doing outside Mr. Creeper's recording studio?

　Under his curious gaze, the little girl spoke—

　"Hello, what are you looking for... for niggxr 尼桑？(Hello, what do you want with Niggxr?)"

　Ni... Nigo Nisan?!

　Wow, this kid is amazing.

　Before the younger guy could even react, the rap king, who had just finished the initial recording, pushed open the door of the livehouse: "What's wrong?"

　"..." The younger brother tried hard to control himself from thinking about the topic of "Brother Ni 0" and instead got down to business: "There was a phone call, specifically asking for you... saying it was related to the President."

　Is it related to the President?

　It doesn't sound very believable.

　If it's related to the president, then why not just talk to the president? Why are you specifically looking for me? Are you trying to tattle on me?

　He laughed at his own joke, and the rap king took the phone from his hand: "Yooo? I hope you're not joking, because my time is very important. I have to record songs, dance, and work hard for humanity... So, what information do you have?"

　Accompanied by the rhythmic rap of the rapper in a good mood, a somewhat silent voice spoke up from the other end of the phone.

　Gradually, the person on the other end of the phone, speaking in a middle-aged voice, began to recount the military operations of the past few days.