Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Yes, ten thousand times.

Even children born in modern society know how crazy drug addicts are and know to stay away from them.

So, what about chaos, which is ten thousand times crazier, more addictive, and capable of controlling people more?

Kenichi Yoshino believes that unless the top executives are crazy, they will never do anything like raising chaos or allowing chaos to spread on a large scale.

That's not just a matter of killing monsters and leveling up in the game; it's a matter of destroying the entire human race.

——Kenichi Yoshino was still young and did not understand that the so-called human madness was more sinister than the madness brought about by mysterious knowledge.

He followed the captain, pulling the suitcase.

As the two men passed the corner of the hotel, Kenichi Yoshino suddenly caught a glimpse of a boy.

Chapter 49 Great Courage

Shinjuku is brightly lit at night.

Keiichiro Nagayama was walking in front, pulling the suitcase for Kenichi Yoshino - in fact, he should have carried the suitcase himself.

Kenichi Yoshino passed by a pink neon sign and saw a boy about seven or eight years old.

He was wearing tattered clothes, with mud spots on his cuffs. He was huddled alone behind a neon sign, sitting there with his hands on his knees, looking out of place among his surroundings.

Kenichi Yoshino called out Keiichiro Nagayama's name and winked at him.

The two people stopped.

Snapped.

Keiichiro Nagayama took out a metal lighter and lit it. The flame burned towards the cigarette in his mouth. Suddenly, he remembered that he was on the street.

The man closed his lighter unwillingly and pulled out the wrinkled cigarette from the corner of his mouth.

Two people stood not far away and watched the boy. They waited for about ten minutes, but no one like his parents or elderly people in the family came to look for him.

Kenichi Yoshino took a step forward, pulling the suitcase and walking over. He did not stand directly in front of the boy, but stood one meter away from him.

"Boy, where are your parents?" he asked.

The noisy voice seemed to drown out Kenichi Yoshino's voice, and the boy did not respond - he did not even raise his head, but just hugged his knees.

"Hey! Where are your parents?"

Kenichi Yoshino took a few steps forward and spoke again.

The boy slowly raised his head, allowing Yoshino Kenichi to see his face.

The round eyes blinked, very cute. On the chubby face, there were two wet tear marks.

"Where are your parents, kid?"

Seeing this scene, Kenichi Yoshino lowered his voice. He slowly squatted down and aligned his eyes with the little boy's.

"I, I don't know. Grandma asked me to wait for her here..."

Yoshino Kenichi frowned at the child's stammering words. He stood up again and looked around. The only person looking in his direction was his partner.

"Where's grandma?"

"do not know."

The boy answered blankly.

"Should we call the police?"

Kenichi Yoshino looked at his partner who was walking towards him leisurely and asked.

Nagayama Keiichiro shook his head: "Aren't we?"

"We are not responsible for—"

"Same." Nagayama Keiichiro turned his head and squatted down to look at the little boy: "Do you remember your family's phone number?"

The boy shook his head.

"What's your name?" Nagayama Keiichiro continued to ask.

The boy still shook his head: "I don't know. Grandma never called me by my name, and my mother and father only called me by my nickname."

"Dayong, is it okay?"

He looked at Keiichiro Nagayama with hope.

The boy was not frightened by this cold man. Instead, he seemed to have an unexpected affinity with children. The boy reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Nagayama Keiichiro: "Dayong, I am Dayong."

"It's just that Xiaoming can't help it."

Yoshino Kenichi looked at the gentle captain in surprise and asked, "Do you know where you live?"

This time, the two of them got a positive answer.

Three Valleys?

Yoshino Ken nodded slightly. This was a well-known slum area, a place that could not be found on the map.

"Let's go." Nagayama Keiichiro tentatively picked up the boy and raised his chin at his partner's dumbfounded expression. The two men carried the child and walked towards the nearby subway.

One had an indifferent look on his face, but gently hugged the child in his arms, while the other one picked up the luggage again and followed behind with a complaint.

The surrounding hotels were dimly lit.

In this environment, they attracted the attention of the people around them - it was a strange look, like blessing, envy and praise.

Kenichi Yoshino was full of questions: What’s going on?

He reached out and subconsciously grabbed his captain's sleeve: "Yongshan——"

"If you don't want others to misunderstand you, shut up! Also, don't touch me!"

After being scolded by his partner, Kenichi Yoshino let go of his hand aggrievedly and muttered in confusion: What misunderstanding? I just pulled you, isn't it like this all the time?

————Yoshino Kenichi’s daily hand-holding————

There were still a lot of people on the subway in the evening, but fortunately it was not as crowded as during the day, so the two men could still make room for Dayong to sit.

The child just sat obediently on the chair without saying a word, looking at the indifferent Nagayama Keiichiro with his big eyes full of curiosity.

Kenichi Yoshino was bored and started chatting with the boy.

"Grandma accidentally left you there. Now, two handsome uncles are going to take you home."

"Does grandma have a bad memory?"

"Dayong, am I more handsome or is this icy-faced guy next to me more handsome?"

"Dayong, do you have a little sister you like?"

The boy was not impatient and answered Yoshino Kenichi's questions word by word.

The two people heard too many bad things from this answer.

Nagayama Keiichiro said, "You mean, this is the fourth time that grandma has 'forgotten' you outside?"

The boy nodded obediently, his fingers subconsciously fingering the mud spots on his sleeves: "Dayong found them all by himself! The last time I found them, grandma was eating and looked at me in surprise! I guess she didn't expect Dayong to find them so quickly! Isn't that awesome, Dayong?"

The two men looked at each other, and Kenichi Yoshino mouthed: Did you do it on purpose?

Keiichiro Nagayama nodded and responded silently: Almost.

Then, the look in his eyes when he looked at the boy became one of pity.

"Is your family's condition bad?"

Yoshino Ken had just finished speaking when he realized that the boy might not understand what "conditions" meant, so he changed the question: "Do you all live together? How many rooms do you have? Do you usually take the subway? Do you have your own car?"

The boy raised his head and thought for a while, then shook his little head: "I live with my grandma, mom and dad. How many rooms? There is only one, one, and we sleep on one bed. When we travel... we walk, right? I've never sat before."

Nagayama Keiichiro helplessly interjected: "Living in a place like Mitani, do you still need to ask these questions?"

A famous slum area.

Yoshino Kenichi rolled his eyes and didn't buy it: "Of course I have to ask! Maybe he is a hidden rich man and actually lives around Sensō-ji Temple?"

Nagayama Keiichiro smiled stiffly: "You are getting married soon. I hope you can still be so talkative after marriage."

Once this topic came up, Kenichi Yoshino became more active.

"Reiko got a promotion recently, Big Ice Cube. She is now the logistics manager of the Ritualist's Armory."

"Oh my, my wife will be your superior soon, please be polite when speaking to me."

Kenichi Yoshino's fiancée, Reiko Usami, is also a "contactee".

Recently, the woman has been promoted to the position of logistics supervisor.

Keiichiro Nagayama ignored the topic.

He looked at Yoshino Kenichi with some dissatisfaction and expressed his thoughts that he had been hiding for a long time:

"From the moment you saw this child until now, haven't you realized it? As a contactor, you are not qualified, Kenichi Yoshino."

Chapter 50 Call for Support

Sangu District.

The little boy named Dayong was skipping in front and leading the way, while the two men followed slowly behind.

"Do you feel it this time?"

Yoshino Kenichi scratched his head in shame: "It does have a faint smell of chaos."

Nagayama Keiichiro sternly reprimanded: "This kind of mistake will cost you your life! You'd better not relax immediately after each mission is over."

"For people like us, there is no time to relax. We have to be vigilant 24 hours a day."

Yoshino Kenichi didn't respond: "So, that child has been exposed to chaos?"

Nagayama Keiichiro shook his head: "I don't know, it could be his family. It should be a "runaway".

"If it's a regular ritualist, before the battle begins, there won't be any smell that people can detect."

"Out of control".

This is the name used internally by official ritualists, usually used to describe those ritualists who failed to be promoted.

In this 'usually', it is mostly used to describe ritualists who failed in their promotion to the Chaos side.

Because after the ritualists on the order side failed, they basically turned into vegetables. The harmless ones lay in rows and columns in the hospital, while the lively ones would stare at the wall and laugh foolishly 24 hours a day.

ヽ(??)人(??)人(??)人(??)ノ

Cute and cute, no brains.

At present, the current data only shows that it seems that only chaos rituals can cause distortion.

Those who came into contact with the creatures ignored their adaptability and hastily completed the ritual with ritual objects obtained from unknown sources, only to find that the ritual was not suitable for them at all. In their despair, they would become minions of Chaos.

Yoshino Kenichi asked casually, "I heard the instructor talk about adaptability, but he just mentioned it briefly."

Nagayama Keiichiro nodded: "Because you are only a reserve for the ritualist. After this report is approved, someone from above will come to train you. Then we will tell you -"

As soon as he turned around, Nagayama Keichiro saw Yoshino's "please" expression...

Helplessly, the man continued: "Well, you will know it sooner or later anyway, so it's not a violation."

"There are only two types of adaptability: the first is that the ritual object itself was born because of you."

"This is rare. First of all, the contactee must have an extraordinary gift for containing the mystery."

"Secondly, he also needs to initially master the mysterious application method in the 'Contact Event'. Almost no one can complete this step."

"Among the ritualists, we call them 'natural ritualists.'

"The ritual object was created for him - I have only seen one person do this."