There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World’s Darkness so I Made One (In Exasperation)

Having consolidated my determination to form a secret society, I threatened my boss with vigour that I would be out of court as soon as possible the next day, accepting my resignation and taking the paid vacation I had accumulated (I didn't say my salary would be paid). I don't know any more about a company that won't let you get paid if you don't even threaten to break your resignation. Isn't that the right of the Japanese? I was right to quit making it.

Anyway, this gave me a two-month respite until I retired. Before we move on to Operation Exciting Secret Order, let's check the bills.

Assets first. Savings are 1.2 million. The base is Cheap Apartments on the outskirts of Tokyo (20 years old). The vehicle has a super turnip brother of 30 years of age who gave way from his predecessors in college. He's older than me, but he's an active motorcycle. They have refrigerators, microwaves, TVs, air conditioning, computers and a whole range of appliances, and comics, novels, DVDs, and games there. The walled pressure-resistant boots and steel manicures, masks like the grey lion dance from Bali Souvenir, emit discoloration.

Friendship and Conne. Well, normal. Families are alive and well with their grandparents and no brothers. I have cousins and sisters who only meet about New Year's Eve, but they are not particularly close. The address of a business partner, a colleague, or a friend as a student who went out for a few drinks and exchanged contact information is once in the phone. Some people invite me to come on board to play, others don't. There is no interaction with such races as the great-rich Sousuke, the trace of the ancient martial arts dojo, or the elite of first-rate graduates. Speaking of the most unusual connections, I met Bob, a professional wrestler on the train when I went on a trip abroad, and he got an address, but he changed his address, so he couldn't get through. And in Nocan. That's normal!

Then the big fate, my own specs. He graduated from the National Sanmen University School of Engineering and was desarried in his second year as a social worker, a 24-year-old man, 172 cm tall and weighing 65 kg. No medical examination abnormalities, no disease. The medical history is mumpy wind and blisters. I lost my right back tooth due to cavities in middle school. Possession qualifications are normal automobile license and British exam associate level 1.

Mindfulness. Output is not measurable. Computationally, I can probably lift Everest at my leisure. I don't know where the output improvement stays since I came up with self-load training that loads my mind with my mind. Maybe I can crack the earth like a gag comic book.

The range reached the other side of the planet about three months ago. There's nowhere on Earth that my mind can't reach. I will find you even if you hide in the toilet......!

Moreover, the training that continued to chima even after I became a member of society has given me five senses of mind, so I can see, hear, touch, smell and taste things around the world while in one of the apartments.

Combat ability.

Computationally, the giant meteorite that triggered the extinction of the dinosaur has always deployed a tough barrier to the body surface that can also be completely defended.

Carry compressed air with your mind to combat poison gas, and if you have to use it, you can breathe safely for a few days.

Temperature blockage is granted to the mental barrier. Radiation blockades can also be granted through training with radionuclides stored in university laboratories. Radio waves and electromagnetic waves can also be cut off.

Fast movement through mental energy propulsion can withstand up to 10G acceleration by reproducing the pair of G-suits with mental energy.

Fire and plasmatization by air compression to secure the light source, or the sixth perception of the mind does not interfere with combat in the dark. Naturally, we can operate in space, deep sea and magma.

Um, this superorganism. What am I really fighting against? Even watching alien raids and giant meteorite collision based panic films lately stopped feeling like a crisis. What a grocery fish. You can afford it, I don't get any other thoughts.

Well, resuscitation, super self-regeneration, space travel, time stoppage, causal manipulation, immortality and other fantastic comic book abilities are completely unusable, so it's definitely not invincible and versatile. It's good to be certain that even if you die of cancer or AIDS, you won't beat the hell out of your enemies if you turn the whole world around.

Now, use the above bills and do what you want to do.

Even so, no more lost youth will come back. I'm not old enough, but I'm not fresh enough. He's the person who missed the most glittering period of his life. I know that there is no psychic secret society in the world, that there are no invaders from other worlds, and that there are no old humans resurrected from Coldsleep. No dreams, no romance. Creating a secret society is a trick.

For me.

But what about it for the members of the secret society?

For example, what if I showed up in a black-clad outfit in front of a high school boy I had no time for, and suddenly attacked him with my mind (transcendental)? And suppose you let a beautiful girl doll you manipulated with your mind help you. And the boy is guided by a magically moving (lie) beautiful girl, under the leader of a secret society (the same person as the raider, that is, me) who pursues the evil psychic...

Even if the reality is a selfie like shit, it would be an amazing introduction to the vivid extraordinary for the party's high school students.

High school students are happy their boredom is broken. I'm jealous to lay it on my past self. We're all happy.

Absolutely fun. If you don't have a cause, I'll make it! If there's no drama, I'll make it!

Yeah, well, if you're criticizing people for messing with their lives or cheating on them, do it. I wanted that kind of youth because I could be deceived or deceived (blood tears) by analogy. There must be quite a few guys with the same depression as me. Otherwise, there's no way there's so much support for a used template story where ordinary high school students wake up to strange powers.

I'm still glad that I had the brains, but the one who couldn't stand that kind of unusual desire turns out to be a "whoop, whoop, whoop" och. If you can turn that into "I joined a secret society because I screwed up, I'm satisfied now," let me insist that this is already a social contribution.

All right! Self-defense complete.

Let's list the specific things we want to do.

· Become the boss of the enemy and the boss of the secret society. Don't tell everyone, Zo!

· Build a secret base in the basement of Antarctica

· Prepare mysterious enemies that appear to come from different worlds

-The mysterious enemy is probably after an unknown resource that sleeps on Earth or something like that.

· Forming a secret society to fight the darkness of the world as described above

· Establish branches around the world

· Solicitation of constituents. Actually, you have a hidden power asleep.

· Grant code names and ranks to members of secret societies

- Mascot characters are good.

-It's amazing how the government moves with one phone call, isn't it?

-The iron plate must not be known who it is.

-It's too sad to have a funny level of funding or something. Ask, Investor

-The organization shines with a lot of silver mechanics and a powerful operator under the edge

· I want to decide on the signal for the emergency call

- I want a woman. You don't have to be a pretty girl. I don't like secret societies full of men.

Like this.

Uhm, it's terrible to look back again. Is that some kind of junior high fantasy?

But you know what, there's plenty of potential for all this to happen.

... I'm starting to get a little scared. Why can't I make it happen? Scary. But absolutely fun if you can make it happen. Do it.

I tried to prioritize and work out specific realisation measures for about three days while eating Minkan with this one, but I realized that it was hard on the boulder by myself.

The big policy is to create a secret society and its enemies and let the constituents enjoy the unusual, and look at it and I enjoy it too. Moves like a prank god or something.

But as playing the mysterious mastermind position, I seriously have trouble without an interim management position. If a mysteriously wrapped boss frequently showed up in front of a constituent to convey the operation, consult and train, that wouldn't be a mystery at all anymore. Purchase of equipment, inspection and maintenance of secret society facilities, costume design order. I can't do it all by myself. I want at least one person, a cushion between the general constituent and the boss, a deputy presence. Being that deputy, well, you can let me know the truth about the match pump. I mean, it doesn't make sense if you don't let me know. Because I have to get people to talk to me and share the backside work.

The only deputy who knows who the mysteriously wrapped boss is...... okay.

That's why I started looking for a deputy. Conditions are

① Those with unusual aspirations. Secret Society Affiliation Experience Welcome

② Must be more competent than acting as a consultant. I don't need any particular qualifications.

③ If you are rich or powerful, you can make connections.

• Pretty girl or pretty woman if possible.

① is a condition that cannot be removed. I can't help but invite the everyday lover man who is happy with the status quo out of the ordinary. We won't be happy with each other.

② would be a reasonable condition. It's a harsh way to put it, but no matter how much enthusiasm you have, you don't serve as a deputy to the de incompetence of the head par. Enthusiastic brain muscles should be in the general constituent frame.

③ is a bit harsh conditions. We need Conne, who has land that needs money to establish a secret society. I can solve it with my mind, but if I have the money or the power, I can make progress.

④ is a fairly tight condition. Nothing. This doesn't have to be filled. Anyway, it is very unlikely that the rarity of a beautiful girl or beauty will be in line with other conditions. Not all the characters are beautiful girls or Lanobe, so I don't hold them there in boulders. If you meet ① to ③, even bald & obese uncles can be twelve of each other. But as good as dreaming, right?

I speak a lot of English, so my deputy is an English-speaking person. It's not a bad idea to invite people from overseas to deputy secretaries because the secret society is going to expand around the world sooner or later.

Therefore, the search for deputy officers covers high-end residential districts in Japan, the United Kingdom, the United States and Canada. Measure aptitude by letting your mind sneak into your home and peek into your personal life.

You can look for people from SNS who seem bored on a daily basis and challenge them to address identification, but SNS is a boring human nest (bias), and the number of mothers is too high for extraction. And the kind of information management Gabagaba humans would be ineligible as deputies to be identified from the SNS. A secret society deputy is too dumb to do SNS and leak information.

Let's start with the near field. Skip to luxury residential mansions in Saitama, Chiba, Tokyo, and the Kanagawa metropolitan area.

If we can divide consciousness, parallel thinking, and division, we can explore it efficiently, but we don't have that kind of skill, so we explore every single case in lice. There is no law prohibiting intrusion into the mind, so it is an indisputable law-abiding act, but it is also an indisputable violation of manners. If I care about that, I can't create a secret society, so I try not to worry about it.

I'll be a grandpa, until I'm a grandpa, for as little as an hour. Whoever doesn't have a fiction novel, comic book, or movie DVD at home is out of the question. If I had, I would think that my hobbies would suit me from the lineup. If it's bloody brutal fights or unified in the grossly system, or a lineup like almost a diary of another world, I'll sayonara it.

If you find someone who looks promising, wait home and observe the behavior. If you're still enjoying your life as it is, I'll leave you alone. I'm not going to bring trouble to the happy guy. Leave it at ease, even if it looks bad. I don't want to hurt my stomach on my deputy.

If you feel a desire to go into a different world, or to come down from the sky with a girl, observe even more. He's smart, he can do it, and if he thinks he can do it, he makes contact and solicits.

I lived a life of observing the lives of the rich for about three weeks, but this is hard to come across. It's not funny how all the guys enjoy life facing reality like art appreciation and eating out with friends, driving, traveling, etc. Comics and novels were surprisingly normally placed in every house, but the lineup was normal. There was no sign that I was escaping reality even when I watched my normal behavior. Occasionally there were some rich people who were loose in debt and dating, but they didn't look like they were escaping psychic powers or fantasy. After all, when you have money, can you live a full life...

It was the twenty-fifth day since I began my exploration that I found an interesting person. A woman named Tachigi, who lives in a mansion with a garden in a luxury residential area in Tokyo. Age is twenty-three, if you exclude servants in the street, they live alone, and as far as computer work at home is concerned, they apparently make money from stocks, cryptocurrencies, and futures trading. It's somewhat rare and not worth the credit if it's just there, but it's amazing from here on out.

The first. I make my servants call themselves ladies.

In modern Japan, my lady! Are you insane? I thought it was the name of an extinct, impractical system until I actually heard it over my mind. I am making you call that a lady without even thinking about it. Shit.

Second. Beauty with no complaints. I've visited rich houses and seen mountains of rich daughters, but I don't know any beauty owners as beautiful and tidy as Saki. It's cool and looks super good on a Yamato stroke if you make it a ponite and let it hold a bamboo knife. I would be able to stick with top idols and actresses enough.

Third. Square plastic surgery beauty. She adorns the desk in her work room with twenty-three photographs, probably from her annual birthday. Until junior high school, he looked like he had plowed in a tiller in his pizza shape, but it has changed in the third year of junior high school. I was getting proportions and beauty that I could see differently when I was in high school. He's obviously having plastic surgery, and he's definitely on a blood seeping diet. Even as I observe life, I wake up every morning at six o'clock and run in with flexibility, inner muscle training, showers, hair and skin care, makeup, clothing choices, gymnastics after lunch, umbrellas and sunscreen on the go, instructions for a nutritionally balanced meal menu to the servant (who seems to be qualified as a nutritionist), always go to bed at ten o'clock at night, and care about beauty and wellbeing with absolute care every day. What's great is that it doesn't hide the beauty effort at all. I can hear the stance from the magnificent decoration of the work room where servants come in with pictures of themselves from the ugly past. Even a man would want to hide it if he had a past that was ugly. It's a steel mental. Shit.

Fourth. Outfit. The beauty says she looks alike in whatever she wears, but the choice of clothes for Tsuki Tsuki is not half as good. Oh, my God, I usually wear authentic dresses like the ones I only see in medieval European paintings. I'll tell you twice, are you insane? I was so scared that I might not be from the fantasy world that I snuck into the bureau and confirmed my registration (I was properly Japanese). He's a hell of a guy. I also go out on holidays for nothing in my kimono. Shit. Sense and guts suck and dressing normally sucks more. By the way, morning run-ins usually look like jerseys.

Fifth. Greedy upliftment and high intelligence. I spend three to five hours working on a computer every day, and the rest of my time is devoted to reading, except beauty. Ninety percent of its reading is highly specialized. He also normally reads Western books, and apparently has a contract to pay high fees to be free to read papers abroad. I thought you went to see Kabuki on Saturday, or attend a screening of Hollywood's latest work on Sunday. He also attends lectures at East University (apparently a graduate).

Sixth. Medium two notes that are too beefy to be fooled.

Even at the age of twenty-three, Takigi still writes paranoid notes. but the content is too professional to be an academic note anymore. Infection pathway assumptions in the event of zombie panic or inference of the method for identifying the source of infection. Probability of survival if summoned to another world, or consideration of the effects of different laws of physics on the body. He also discusses time slips and cold sleeps, psychic awakenings, and the existence of ancient civilizations, and can be asked about the extensive and abundant amount of knowledge, delightful sexuality, and advanced logical thinking abilities. Shit.

A fantasy novel and comic strip from classical to lanobe filling a third of a two-room study tells the story of her sexuality. Seeing from the books I recently bought, they're hooked on villain warrant stuff these days.

Above, six "This is awesome here in Kuchigi".

Only on the first day of observation did I get excited about taking a peek into the personal life of an intellectual beauty, and now that I've finished my week-long stakeout, I have nothing but respect. Awesome. Mr. Kichigi. I mean, if Mr. Tachigi already wants it, he can fit in with the boss. I'll be the deputy. Solicitation confirmed.

I never thought there would be so much delicacy. She's almost a story dweller already.

I don't intend to reveal all of my mind and plans to Mr. Tsuki, but I think I'll surprise him at first.

During Mr. Tsuki's work, he brings up the fountain pen with his mind and writes letters on the note sheet. Suddenly, Mr. Kichigi opened his eyes and solidified, completely freezing.

'Excuse my sudden mind. I am Sapporo Pestle Light. You can exercise your powers as you can see. This time, I would definitely like to launch a psychic secret society with Mr. Kichigi and I will contact you. If you're interested, I'll put that in my mouth, or I'll let you know if you write it on paper. "

Having read the wording, Mr. Tsuki thought a little and, in large part, began to break down the fountain pen. After quickly and accurately disassembling at professional hands, observe carefully, and now assemble again in a softened manner.

Then he checks the window door tightness, takes his stepladder out and starts looking up to the ceiling. Every time I finish researching one, my cheeks get red, and I start whining, no way, really, etc.

I remember this behavior. Yeah, just like when I first woke up in my mind. I suspect a paranormal has really happened, and I'm sure it's a trick or a natural prank.

The prudence that doesn't jump right into paranormal phenomena, and the curiosity and expectations that can't be hidden! Sounds good.

Eventually, you convinced me, Mr. Tsuki coughed up nervously and then said to the note.

"I'm interested in Sasuke's story. I was wondering if you could give me your contact details."

There you are! I thought 99% of you wouldn't say no, but I still feel relieved that you could put it out in your mouth and say it. I was happy to write a new note with Scarp's contact details. Seeing it, Mr. Tsuki looks complicated.

"It's not like a dedicated comms machine is being transferred..."

Ah... I'm so sorry for breaking the vibe. Surely there is no secret society that will solicit you in Skaa0p. Forgive me. I don't have any money and I can't transfer it. I can throw a letter in through the window at Mach 10, but it's absolutely catastrophic with a shockwave, and you probably don't want that.

"But."

Mr. Tsuki immediately regained his mind, putting his hand on his mouth and zeroing a beautiful smile.

"Hehe, I'm having fun."

Really! Hiu!