It is a bright and gorgeous imperial capital, but not everyone can benefit from it.
Slums in the Imperial Capital. The end of life for those who have fallen into poverty.
Behind the downtown area, this dark, smelly painting is full of dead eyed floaters and garbage, with the worst hygiene and security.
However, it is useful in terms of bringing together socially incompatible persons in one place, without the administration actively attempting to solve them. Well, even if we solve it, there are circumstances where we can't help it because it would cost a lot of money and blood to evict everyone living in a slum.
In other words, substantial extraterritorial jurisdiction. Because of that nature, not only the poor but also the criminals are gathered here and used as their safe houses.
If you're a decent man, it's a place you'll never set foot.
"Noel, here."
Calling his name and looking back, one man emerged from the shadows. He's a young chimp who seems so light, he's got a thin grin.
After this man, I came to the Glades.
"Loki."
Speak the man's name. By the way, the name Loki is a pseudonym. They have a different real name. But no one knows that.
"Goddamn it, get in such an unclean place. If it's a deal, you can do it somewhere else. What are you going to do if the smell stains your clothes?"
When he complains of his natural dissatisfaction, Loki flaunts his shoulder.
"That was bad. But every day, we're on a dangerous stretch. I don't want to make deals in public during the day. That's the same for you, isn't it?
"But choose your location. Unlike you, I live on the surface. It's hard to get rumored without roots or leaves because you're in and out of the Glades."
"Well, the guy who turned his people into slaves used to say,"
"Shut up. You have a duty to take into account. Didn't I?"
"All right, all right. So don't look so scared, Admiral."
It's a subtle thing to know if you really do, but this guy isn't stupid either. You'll be careful from now on. Emotions and behavior separate, that's what professionals are for.
"Look, it's this achievement. Take it."
Loki hands me a thick envelope. Checking the contents, it contained dozens of pieces of paper with fine letters. The information is exactly what I asked for.
"Do a good job, as always. Boulder is the best informer in the Empire. That's not a false street name. I can put it anywhere. In front of you, any secret is naked."
Loki's job is as an informant. Besides, he's the best super amazing man in the Empire, and he's powerful enough to even look up the number of anus wrinkles in the Emperor, as long as he pays the corresponding reward. And the high level of competence as an informant is related to Loki's function (job).
Monopolyman, a combat-based function (job) that allows you to copy the appearance of others.
Thanks to this function (job), Loki can enter any location. Also, because it is a very rare function (job), its outline is not even fully grasped by the Association of Appraisers (guild), and finally, once targeted, there are few ways to prevent intrusion.
In addition, they are not chronic about their abilities, but also have the care to change their appearance and respond individually when dealing with clients, never letting anyone know who they are. This lightweight chimp is one of the many. Age and gender are also free and free.
Its ability is close to that of a mutant species (monster), and in fact Loki should have mixed blood from a demonic fox (shapeshifter), a mutant species (monster) that changes its appearance. In other words, it is a mixer. The owner of a rare function (job) would definitely be a special blood muscle, for the most part.
"Thanks for the compliment. But you want more money than a compliment. If that's what you want, you can color the reward, okay? You made money on Goldo's neck, didn't you?
Do you also know that you crusaded Gordo? Though I know, you have terrible ear speed. This excellent information network is also why Loki makes a name for herself as a rare modern informant.
"I'll pay for it. The right amount of reward, as usual."
When I paid from my wallet, Loki got it.
"Heh, Maido!
"I'll use the owl flight to contact you again for my next job"
"Icer. - Still, you're a few."
An eye of curiosity that can be turned inexplicably. Loki continues to look happy.
"Hugo Coppelius, I can't believe you want to let that 'killer' go and be one of us. I knew you were crazy."
"It has nothing to do with you. If you don't want to drop your tongue, keep your mouth shut."
When I glanced, Loki raised her hands.
"Ooh, scary scary. I'm not afraid of the Undying Evil Ghost's grandson."
"Say it. Well, I'll be going now."
"Oh, wait a minute"
Loki stops me from trying to turn my heel back.
"There have been some bad drugs out in the Glades lately, so watch your way home. I think I'll be fine during the day, but for once."
"Not a good drug?
"It's a new reminder. They say it kicks the best, but they have side effects that make them rabid"
"Dude, is there such a dangerous thing out there? The Luciano group (family) won't shut up. Which idiot is the former fastener?
Loki changed her face to me asking questions.
"But it's the second group of Luciano (family), the Gambino group (family), that's spreading the pills."
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There is a rare function (job) called a composite (dual) function (job).
Typically, functions (jobs) are divided into combat and production systems, and each property does not interact. There is a clear difference between the skills that a combat system can acquire in terms of combat and those that a production system can acquire in terms of production.
However, only composite (dual) functions (jobs) differ, combining the two characteristics of combat and production systems. That is the function (job) of a puppet master.
In addition to battle-based skills to manipulate and enhance dolls, puppet masters (tickles) who can also use production-based skills to produce dolls and their weaponry have strengths that can handle all kinds of combat.
Though it is only the weakness that the consumption of magic is intense and unsuitable for long-term warfare, the puppeteer (Qiushi), a composite (dual) function (job), is undoubtedly the most powerful all-purpose function while the all-rounder's combat-based function (job) tends to become instrumentally poor.
If I were free to choose my function (job), and if I lost the sentiment that my great grandfather was a warrior, I would choose a puppet master (tickle) from all my functions (jobs) without getting lost.
In front of that great value, it's like there's no reputation for a killer.
Hugo Coppelius, puppet master. The bloody stripper (leather mask), the worst hunting killer in recent years who shook up the Empire City.
Hugo is currently being held in a prison in the Imperial capital awaiting execution. Since the Association of Appraisers (Guild) is investigating Hugo's functions (jobs) for academic research, the sentence will not be executed immediately, but once the investigation is complete, there will be no reason to keep him alive. Perhaps the limit is three months away.
However, thanks to the information we are asking Loki to gather, we are preparing to release Hugo. At dawn, when things are successfully carried out, public opinion manipulations will also be conducted to snow the stigma of a killer. Then, it is a picture of welcoming Hugo, who has become clean and white, into the sky outside the sky (Blue Beyond).
Of course, if Hugo was a real killer, I wouldn't do this either. No matter how good an ability you have, it's out of the question to imitate a monster that you can't control releasing into the field.
But I'm sure. Hugo is guilty of a crime. Someone fell upon him and took his sin. The wretched puppet master was captured for his innocence.
Truth is, proving a wrongful crime is easy in itself. The problem is to have the authoritarian ministry of justice withdraw the already decided sentence. This is difficult and requires a lot of preparation. If you make a mistake, there will be disaster for me too, so we have to proceed with caution.
Three months left. How far I can go depends on my talent.
"Alma, we've got business. Where are you now?
Skip thought-sharing (links) to Alma while aiming to exit the Glades (slums). Then Alma's angry voice echoed in his head.
"Around! A store called Full Cat Pavilion! Come quickly!
'Don't yell at me like that. Forgive me for my luxury. "
"What, really!? You did it! Eat all you want with someone else's money!
As soon as I said luxury, Alma's voice would be brighter. Cash guy.
I've been in the full cat pavilion before. The food should have been delicious and atmospheric. You'll be there in five minutes.
Nevertheless, I didn't realize when coming into the Glades (slums), but if you look around, it seems true that there are dangerous drugs out there.
Blood stains are creeping everywhere, and people's teeth and nails are rolling well. If you believe Loki's story, this is the work of both junkies who went mad because they took the pills. I don't come across it because it's still daytime, but at night it must turn into a dangerous zone where the lunatics roam.
Anyway, if it's just the Glades (slums), it's important if there's going to be junkies overflowing and raging outside. In fact, Loki's way of saying it suggested that the drug was already out there everywhere.
We talked about formerly being a Gambino group (family), but what does the Luciano group (family) do to allow a secondary group to rampage?
Well, it's none of my business. There is also a purifying action in the dark world. Those in any position will solve it.
I can see the exit of the Glades. The hustle and bustle of downtown is getting closer and closer. Along the way, something caught my eye.
"That's..."
At first glance, it's just a thin dirty floater man. But the atmosphere is different. After careful observation, I found myself with a face that I don't see much in Imperial Capital.
"An Oriental..."
The majority of people living here are migrants from outside when they exclude criminals, who are no longer able to break their minds and bodies and work. Among other things, the presence of the Orientals is unusual. There is a deal in itself, because the number of people who settle in this imperial capital is limited.
About my age. Dark hair and faded black eyes of a bosom sprouted with silk. Plus, you're making your legs worse, you're squeezing a long bar slice and sitting around.
That's pathetic, I thought. I can't stand a life that just waits for death in an exotic land. And it's a young body. There would have been dreams and hopes.
But never other personnel. Even I could be. Whatever happens after you become a Seeker, if you drop out without satisfying yourself with your money or status, you won't be able to make it.
Kin, and there was a clear metal sound.
A large silver coin dropped on a whim rolls in front of the Orientals. Just 10,000 Phil. That doesn't change anything, but you could probably eat a warm meal full of bellies.
"Hey, wait a minute, sister"
I stop when I hear an unexpected voice. Sounds like the word that the Orientals uttered. When I looked back, the Orientals stood up fumbling and walked over.
Yeah? Sister? Did you say sister, this guy?
"You dropped your money. Here."
I'm losing my word on the big silver coin I was offered.
"What a mess. Is that your money? One large silver coin is a lot of money. Don't drop it from now on, hold on tight."
"No..."
"And if there's a beautiful sister like you in the middle of nowhere, I don't know what you're doing here, but you should just leave. Yeah."
Beautiful sister, when?
I can't see my face because I don't have a mirror, but I probably have a tough look on my tongue right now.
"Hey, what's that horrible face? Does it hurt even in your stomach?
"... First, let's be clear. I'm not a woman. I'm a man."
"What, man!? Oh, I'm so sorry..."
"And I don't need that money anymore. I don't want to put money in my purse that a filthy vagrant like you touched."
"Hey, what!?
"So, do as you please with that"
When I turned my heel back, I felt signs that the Orientals were approaching.
"Hey, wait a minute, Kola!
The moment that hand tried to be placed on my shoulder, I turned and kicked the Orientals away.
"Ha ha!
The Oriental, whose kick hit him directly, blows up, holding his belly to the pain and roughing his breath.
You're a tough guy. I did my best, but I kicked her with the intention of fainting her and she didn't fall.
"Don't touch me. Know yourself."
"... haha, you did the same for me, buddy"
The Oriental distorts his face to anger and sits on his back with a broken bar.
No way, are you gonna fight me?
"I don't like fights, but I'm not even as popular as getting cocked and shut up so far. Brother, I'm sorry, but I can't help but get a painful look."
The Orientals in a state of imminent war were unexpectedly alike. I thought you had bad legs, but that doesn't seem like it. There is no tension characteristic of amateurs, and its standing is very refined.
Mercenary collapse? At least, I'm not just a vagrant. The weapon is out of bars, but if it strikes hard, it won't hurt.
Funny. Really funny. Because of this, shall I show you how far you can go?
"If you're going to apologize, not now."
"Who apologizes, baka"
"Well. Then..."
The Orientals drop their hips deep.
"Fuck you here."
For a moment, the Orientals zeroed the distance they had ten steps.
Fast!
I was stuffed with a response shortly. The bars are sharply sliced and swung across the horizontal giraffe. A direct hit would definitely break your bones.
But I can do it.
"Become!?
The Orientals would have thought they had put me down with that blow.
The moment the attack hit, I was leaning back heavily. A bar slice passes through the nostrils. Successful in dodging, but remains disorganized. I can't afford to wake up my upper body. That's why I took advantage of the momentum I had.
A kick unleashed on the cost of its whereabouts stretches to the jaws of the Orientals.
"Gu!?
Cut your consciousness with one blow, a kick aimed at your jaw.
But to my surprise, the Orientals simply missed their faces.
When I land from Baku, I take another step back and let go of the pause. Nor have the Orientals pursued, and they remain vigilant at a distance.
The Orientals wiped the blood off my torn cheek with their fingers with my kick.
"Oh, no. It's a light business. Buddy, is that Ninja?
"Ninja?"
Ninja...... oh, ninja!
If I remember correctly, it would have been a scout-based function (job) that existed only in island countries further east and far east of the East.
So this man, did he come from there?
"I'm not a ninja. I'm a magician."
"Speaker? Me?... Well, I don't care. Yeah. I know that I am strong. Let me use the moves from here on out."
The entangling air of the Orientals changed. It's like being relative to a powerful demon (Beast), and it's killing me.
This clear difference, you mean you didn't mean it until just now?
"Ha, you're the best. Let's apologize for the disrespect. I'm interested in you. So let me be serious, too."
I pull the knife out of my thigh holder and put it backwards.
"If you don't want to be killed, show me all you can do"
"Ha, that's a eagle dialogue!
My chest swells with anticipation. This Oriental is strong. Together, so much so that it is comparable to Alma, the legendary successor. I can't believe the excavation is really falling to the side of the road.
If this Orientalist is as strong as I imagined, then...
"... shh"
As the Orientals exhaled like snakes, the pressure increased even more.
Coming!
It was the moment I set myself up. Suddenly, a tall voice sounds like a young child.
"Kouga! What are you doing?
It was Osama the round fat halfling who showed up to roll.