Tilea’s Worries

"Sasa Shioda."

"Yes."

Called to the reception desk and then headed to the life support consultation desk.

"Mr. Shioda. You know, I can't take it anymore."

"Eh, why not!

Most of the time, he talks absurdly. Life support, the so-called Namapo, is the only current source of funding for the evil god Darkmater. If that's not acceptable, my evil life will be overshadowed from the ground up. I was a big wolf.

"You know, life support is paid to those who are otherwise willing to work but unable to work. You, how you see it, you can work!

Then, silly!

My acting, my inability to work aura originating from my depression, should be perfect...

"No, but I haven't had a headache and my sick depression healed these days. I can't work very well."

"You know, you don't qualify for it because you don't want to work. And if you're depressed, bring me a medical certificate."

What... you suspect me!

Mostly the contact is always Mr. Kinoshita, so what's up?

No way, did you get your neck?

Oh, my God! I never thought I'd be without Kishita, who understood me so easily and did my business so lightly. Besides, I've already submitted my medical certificate to Mr. Kishita, so why do I need it now?

"I give my medical certificate to my predecessor..."

When you hear my words, the receptionist takes the paperwork out of the file.

"You know, I did have a medical certificate, but it's been invalid for ten years now. You'll be cured by now!

"Yes, no, it hasn't fully healed yet"

"Then please submit a new medical certificate again"

"You shouldn't have had to give me a new medical certificate for my last acceptance -"

"Now the mayor is scrutinizing me on his behalf. Especially since this neighborhood has a lot of unauthorized recipients, we've been asked to be particularly harsh."

What the hell!? Imitate the extra...

The mayor would have other things to do. Build a wasted library or go on a wasted business trip and do something like a mayor!

Cut my only financial resources...

What do we do? Let's negotiate. If we get the money first, we'll figure it out later, or we'll figure something out later. Now it's for this month.

"I don't have any money in hand right now. I'll bring it to you later, so could you please put the receipt first?

"No. If you really have money, why don't you work?

That's what I said. When the receptionist gave me the job information magazine, I just asked him to leave.

Damn, stupid little citizen who thinks I am...

I'm an evil god, Darkmatter! What a fraudulent acceptance, fool!

Thanks to whom I think I can live. It is only with the great power of the Evil God that the Earth will be safe. Without me, Earth and other evil people would have taken over in no time.

I blurt out after the welfare office.

Guh. My stomach rattled. Speaking of which, I haven't eaten anything since morning. Remove the wallet from the box and check the contents.

- The holdings are 38 yen, I can't buy one rice balls.

Soldier attack, classic but damaging. Evil men, let's do it.

Yes, they finally reached out to state power for fear of the evil god Darkmatter, and crushed the source of that funding. The tease I've been able to receive is there that I couldn't do this time.

But the state is pathetic, too. Be manipulated to the good of the wicked...

Totally pathetic, pathetic! Something that could also be a nation!

I kept screaming as I rode the blanco alone.

A few dozen minutes later...

Huh - getting a job......

I'll peruse the job information magazine you just gave me. "It's a bright, at-home company. You can do a rewarding job," he says.

... what a bright and at-home company. I guess companies like that are half compulsory for employee trips and drinks anyway. And if you want to come off that wheel, you must hang it up and develop into an act of bullying.

You won't fool me! You black bastard!

Turn the next page. "Fuck, I'm looking for talent. Depending on your hard work, you can be a store manager candidate and an executive candidate. Let your dreams come true".

... Motivated Talent Seeking Mmm? It's a dream, huh? A company that talks about such spirituality misunderstands business and gut theory. If we fail to achieve the norm anyway, there will be anachronistic corporal punishment and spiritual push.

You won't fool me! You black bastard!

I went from corner to corner through Job Information magazine, but they were all black companies that didn't wear chopsticks or sticks.

Huh, huh, the masses won't be fooled by the evil god Darkmatter even if he can fool them! Ha-ha-ha!

I stood alone at the top of the jungle gym and kept screaming.

Thirty minutes later...

Huh ~ Comrade, do you rely on Inoue...

Inoue, who has been my friend for many years, borrows money from him to outrun my seat.

Head down here - no, he's not gay anymore. He made a decisive betrayal. What do you mean, "Shioda's old enough, so think about the future"? Just because I got a little job doesn't make me look great.

At best, you live a life of being exploited with both capitalist pigs.

Poor thing, you've already become a slave to life. I was originally a comrade fighting with the evil god Darkmatter, but I feel sorry for him.

Besides, Inoue is the chairman of the "Love Elves So Much Association" and I've been supporting him as its vice chairman for years...

And yet you don't even reach out to my predicament. You ungrateful bastard!

Yeah, I don't need any more friends. They are also abandoned by their parents. And he was also abandoned by the state today.

Evil men. It puts pressure on precisely the ABCD siege mesh. At times like this, I need help...

Fine, fine, I don't have anyone on my side anyway.

Parents, friends, nations, all the fools. I have an idea if you're going to be so hostile to me.

Looks like the time has come to run the final operation.

Operation name "Attack Track The Money".

The operation is really simple. Lurk by the road first. And look for a loose car with as much speed as possible. Nothing. The car doesn't have to be a truck. All you have to do at the end is dive into that car.

Then, what do you say! It's a dimension that funds will flood on hand at some point.

When I leave the park, I nestle to hide on the side of an unpredictable road. Trucks, buses and passengers pass by while speeding.

... Yes, that sounds painful.

The cars that go to and from are out 70 kilometers an hour. It could be a mince if you bump into it.

No, what are you weak about!

I am the Dark Matter of Evil, the man who can destroy the world and create it. What do you do with fear like a car? I'm chosen, I exist, I don't die.

That's how I found a track that slowed me down for dozens of minutes to excite my mind and watch me hide. Take a closer look at the truck.

× ○ Construction......

He's a major general contractor. Anyway, I guess I'm making a lot of money adhering to politicians.

Huh. Get that money, Evil God Dark Matter!

When the truck crosses, it jumps out at once in anticipation of each other.

"I'm Dark the Evil God - and I'm not suddenly up to speed - Bullshit!

And I was unconscious.