Translator: Narane
Editors: MadTix, Foodpenguin
Please enjoy.
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Unbelievably, and especially so for a hotel restaurant, the
crab buffet had offered quality food. They hadn’t forced in alcoholic drinks or
salty food either, since it was dinnertime anyway.
“Ah… th-this is so good! Can we eat here every day?” Ensign Meihowa’s
eyes sparkled as she cried in glee.
Even if it were good food, I wasn’t too sure about having
crabs every single night.
Admiral Luise shook her head as she wiped her mouth with a
napkin. “It’s delicious, yes, but… it’s embarrassing to have to get help from
Lezirth for every bite.”
She was terrible at picking meat out of the crabs, so I had
been doing it for her. Sergeant Aroha and Ensign Meihowa followed along as I
helped Admiral Luise. I felt as if I had suddenly become a fish cleaner working
for some fish factory. But I didn’t mind; I liked seeing everyone having a good
time, and preparing crabs was just cakewalk for my superhuman strength. “Don’t
mind me. It only makes sense to leave meat-picking to someone who’s actually
good at it. Heh heh.”
It was a small price to pay if I could have the girls forget
about that last incident, and even better if they could stop being gloomy about
it. Still, Sergeant Aroha grumbled to herself as she folded paper cranes.
“Alright, shall we leave?”
We finished our dinner and dived back into the bustling
streets. In the casino streets, there were various shows, circuses, and
musicals being performed for extremely cheap. In return, the roads to the
entrances were lined with slot machines and card tables. We remembered our
tragic history with them and simply walked past.
“Hmm? What is that?” Ensign Meihowa pointed at a line of
people.
I recognized that it was a waiting line for a bus. “City
tour bus. I heard that it went directly to a night market at a Chinatown.”
“Night market?”
“Let’s go there!”
It was a very impulsive idea, but we were feeling too great
to care. Those Shanghai mitten crabs probably had a lot to do with it. I was
personally happy, to be honest; back in my days as the Commander of Dawn Corps,
Lezirth Dawnbringer… not that I’d spent my entire life in wars, but there were
limits to my ability to travel on my own. I couldn’t ever imagine taking a
relaxing vacation at a planet built entirely for vacation trips.
And so, for that very moment, I was very happy that I could
spend my time with these girls, laughing like an idiot, even with nothing
happening in particular. Though I did end up in a foreign world after a long
sleep, I had no special feelings for my previous life.
--I was always a foreigner.
A memory from the past slipped by.
In that second… all the excitement, happiness, all of my
feelings died down.
I remembered my duties; the things that I had to live by,
but ultimately failed.
I am…
--I am not your messiah!
You ask me to save every one of you, but I failed to save
myself. My weakness pains me. Why must you pain me further by having hope for
me? What do you expect by begging me? And why am I unable to stop trying to
fulfill them… Why?!
I felt sick.
“Lezirth, are you okay?” asked Ensign Meihowa with a worried
look.
I looked up at her in surprise. “Ah, nothing… I think I ate
a little too much.”
“Oh, dear. Want a digestive tablet?”
“It’s not that bad. Thanks anyway. Hey, we’re going to miss
the bus! Let’s hurry up.”
“Of course!”
And we managed to catch one of the city tour buses. But…
“Whoa!” A tour guide on the bus exclaimed as he saw our
faces.
I glanced at his face and realized that he was the mob
leader who harassed us in broad daylight a few hours ago. In other words, he
was the writer of that weird poster, William Mayer. He must have remembered us,
too, though I suppose we were quite the special group in the first place. Not
to mention all the weird looks we got from the people here.
“Tsk. It’s the walking symbol of the Federation’s
corruption. Having fun, are you?”
“Big words, huh?” Sergeant Aroha crossed her arms and stood
in front of him.
“What do you want?”
She pulled out a Federation banknote. “You. You’re a tour
guide, right? How about you show us around?”
“Th-this is only my part-time job! I really am a scholar
otherwise!” said the man, but he clearly couldn’t resist eyeing the money.
“...”
I did not at all enjoy his actions during the day, and I
also did not appreciate his rude comment towards me a moment ago, but Sergeant
Aroha had gone a little too far. It was just too much to make a fool out of
someone for his means of survival.
I interrupted Sergeant Aroha and apologized to him in her
behalf. “Sorry. She’s a bit drunk right now and she doesn't know what she’s
saying.”
“Wait, I’m not drunk, Lezirth! I’m completely awake now!”
shouted Sergeant Aroha, but Ensign Meihowa quickly put a hand over her mouth.
After my apology, the man scoffed and eyed to the side. “...
Hmph.”
“I really am sorry. None of us meant to offend you. Please
forgive us.”
“Uh, well, whatever. ...A-anyway, are you all new to
Critik?”
“I suppose so.”
“People only speak Chinese at the night market, you know?
I’ll guide you around for only five thousand credits per person. I can speak
Chinese, Tamil, Tibetan, Hindi, and more. I also got a doctorate. ...I can tell
you about all the fun places around the town, too, but it doesn’t look like
you’re going to need any of it.”
And yet he held a little flag that said that the tour price
was twenty-five hundred. Trying to rip us off with double the price, huh?
I assumed that he was merely accepting our apology in his
own way, which didn’t make me feel bad. He was chock full of misaimed pride; he
had a doctorate and yet he had to make do with his job as a nightly tour guide,
working for way less than Federation wages. So, even his twisted way of
accepting our apology was understandable.
Well, both Admiral Luise and I could speak fluent Chinese,
but I decided to hire him as our guide anyway. A man like him was too much of a
hassle to keep as our enemy.
I nodded. “Deal.”
“Er, alright. Then you people are my customers now.” He
picked up the little flag and stood up. “Here, follow me. I’ll show you how to
get around the place without being ripped off.”
Soon, the bus arrived at the Chinatown night market, about
two kilometers away from the casino hotel area. Around the entrance were young
ladies in cheongsam, throwing colourful confetti around, and dancers with large
masks that resembled lions. They did the traditional lion dance as they walked
up and down ladders with dazzling fireworks and noisy crowds as their backdrop.
...How can they do that without any daylight and their blinding masks?
… Must be tough having to work for all these tourists.
Though, it was probably weird that I felt sorry for them at
all, considering how my job as a frontline soldier is the bluest of all the
blue-collar jobs. I suppose they would feel even sorrier for me if they knew
that I was a soldier, let alone a lowly apprentice.
We stepped out of the bus and passed through a doorway of
decorative lights. The streets were brightly lit, and the market sold a huge
variety of things.
William Mayer held his flag up and began doing his duties as
our tour guide. “And this is Critik Chinatown, the Bazaar. Anyone can take up a
spot and start selling things at the front of the plaza. Down the road, you got
the registered shops. All the antiques and old art are down the southeastern
road, and the food stalls are at the northeastern part.”
As expected, the area around the plaza was full of people
selling various trinkets from square mats. There were plastic dolls made out of
scrunched up cola bottles, and some others sold secondhand shoes that clearly
had faked brands. Right beside them was a vendor selling a mountain of very old
magazines.
“Oh.” Sergeant Aroha suddenly stopped in place as if she ran
into something.
“Hmm? What?”
“Uh… excuse me, this magazine… how much is it?” Sergeant
Aroha asked the magazine merchant, pointing at one of the magazines.
“Ten thousand! Ten thousand credit!” The merchant replied in
the Federation common language with a slight accent.
“Hmm…” Sergeant Aroha pondered, picking up the magazine.
Developed areas like Federation planets and independent
planets had fully networked exchange of information, but developing planets
usually lacked the energy sources to maintain a large enough network. So,
printed materials like these remained in use up to this date.
William Mayer walked up to her arrogantly. “Huh, you’re a
strange woman. Not surprising for an Asa, I guess. Want me to haggle with him?”
Sergeant Aroha frowned. “Do you always talk like that to
customers?”
“Heh, what’s the problem? I’ll try to get the price lower.
That fine with you?”
He and the merchant became engaged in a loud discussion in
Hindi. Wait, I thought he was Chinese! Soon, he was able to cut the price down
to fifteen hundred credits.
“That’s good enough.” said Aroha, paying the merchant.
Mayer appeared irritated at her decision. “Hmph. If you gave
me more time, I could have cut the price down even more for sure. I swear, all
of you Federation tourists throw money around like it’s nothing. And somehow
give less tip at the same time.”
“...”
He really doesn’t care about his quality of service! I could
understand why, though. He didn’t seem to get the respect that he deserves as a
scholar. He’s holding demonstrations by day, and he works a tour guide by night
for the exact same people that he was denouncing in his demonstrations.
...Anyone would feel terrible in his shoes.
I feared that Sergeant Aroha would end up insulting him
again… but she was staring blankly at the magazine in her hands.
She held a sports magazine that had an unfamiliar mixed
martial arts fighter striking a pose in the cover.
“...Really, I didn’t think I’d find a treasure here. Heh
heh, it was a good idea to come here.” Her eyes welled up in tears as she spoke
to herself. A second later, she had her bright smile back on her face like
nothing had happened. “Right! Let’s go and see if we can find more good stuff!”
“O-okay.”
We walked around the night market and came across all sorts
of strange items. Mayer explained most of them for us, explaining which one’s
fake, which one’s real but gutted out the insides, and how to avoid being
ripped off like a dumb tourist. He wasn’t a bad guide.
Admiral Luise and Ensign Meihowa seemed to have understood
my sentiment towards the guy, despite his obnoxious choice of words. And
Sergeant Aroha was no longer a problem since her vocabulary was reduced to
“Huh, what?” and “Uh… okay!” since she got the magazine.
We spent our time in the market like that, until Admiral
Luise froze her footsteps in front of a showroom surrounded with old neon
signs.
“H-how?!”
“What is it?”
“Lezirth! Come here, quickly!”
I ran to where Admiral Luise shouted. And then, I stopped in
place just as she did.
“What?!”
“Rabbitte the Rabbit?!”
“Colorado?!”
Admiral Luise and I screamed at the same time. In the
showroom of one of the antique shops stood a humanoid rabbit with human arms
and legs, leaning on a coffee machine. Beside it was an old M8-inspired ground
combat knife with a red blade. That blade, extending about sixty centimeters
long, was definitely Colorado!
Wait! Why was that there? No way, that must be a fake!
Hahaha!
I glanced at Admiral Luise for confirmation. She was nodding
with a very solemn look on her face, biting her lips.
… Eh? Then that’s… the real deal? No way! Why are our
greatest tools being shown in some random antique shop in a tour destination?
“Ah, I see your got the eyes for valuable things. But that
looks like a well-made fake.” William Mayer followed us and grumbled loudly.
“That rabbit robot is ‘Rabbitte the Rabbit’, a robotic computer made by Admiral
Luise Maynard, the pilot of Tetragrammaton and the creator of the Federation’s
tactical systems. And that old looking sword is actually the one in a billion,
they call-- the perfect sword made from a billion attempts, a sword named ‘Colorado’
that was the favourite of an old war hero named Lezirth Dawnbringer. Or, so the
owner says, which is why the price tag is just as crazy.”
Like he had said, the prices were horrendous. Colorado
itself was five hundred million credits, and Rabbitte was a billion.
Admiral Luise was strangely content about it. “Heh heh,
Rabbitte is worth a billion credits? Maybe a little too low for what it’s
worth.”
“Uh, no, this isn’t the time to be happy about it. ...Mmh,
but why is Colorado so much cheaper than Rabbitte?”
“Colorado’s just a military weapon.”
“B-but it’s the one in a billion, the priceless treasure of
eternity… you can always remake Rabbitte, right? Colorado, though, you’d have
to ask around legendary artificers to make another.”
“Erk… did you really go there, Lezirth?” Admiral Luise
pouted, hurt from my remark that Colorado should worth more than Rabbitte.
Ensign Meihowa sighed from beside. “Combine them both and
they’re a billion and a half. Shouldn’t that be the bigger issue here? And how
can there possibly be the original Rabbitte or Colorado in a place like this?”
Mayer began laughing half-heartedly when he noticed our
interest in those two items. “You think they’re real? Hey, seriously, you’re
going to buy them? Unfortunately for you two, this shop doesn’t open at night.
Want me to call the owner over? He’s a very persistent guy, though. Everyone
already tells him that they’re clearly fake, but he still claims that they’re
the real Rabbitte and Colorado. Even if I manage to drop the price to ten
percent, it’s still a hundred fifty million, so to even think about making a
purchase for a possible fake…”
Mayer paused his long chatter after taking a look at our
faces.
“Eh? You serious? This is real?”
Ensign Meihowa looked just as shocked at our expressions.
“If this shop won’t open at night, I suppose we’ll have to
come back here later.”
Mayer came back to his senses from Admiral Luise’s comment.
“H-hey, lady, are you seriously buying this thing? How are you planning to pay
for this?”
“Why do you ask?”
“I’ll try to haggle with the owner and try to fit the price
to your plan. In return, pay me ten percent of it as commission.” Mayer pulled
out a bottle of water and emptied it in an instant. He seemed to be agitated by
the scale of money involved in the deal.
Admiral Luise understood his intentions and told her plan.
“My current budget is… about twenty-five million.”
“You’re trying to pay for a billion and five hundred million
with only a twenty-five million budget? Aren’t you asking for too much?”
“Isn’t your wit supposed to pull us through? If you manage
to lower the price that much, I’ll be paying you two point five million
credits. And if you can lower the price even further, I will give you half of
the extra cut you make.”
“What?”
“So, if you lower the price to five million, I add ten
million on top of the promised two and a half million. Here, I’ll give you the
room number of our hotel. No… wait…”
“You can have my mail address.”
I gave him my personal mail address. Mayer gulped as he
looked at it. “I’ll haggle and tell you how it goes tomorrow. B-but I can’t
promise that I’ll get it lower than two and a half!”
We left the night market after Mayer’s last words and
returned to our hotel with the city tour bus.
* * *
We returned to our room after a quick detour to buy some
drinks and snacks.
Admiral Luise momentarily left to do some research on
Rabbitte and Colorado, leaving me with Ensign Meihowa and Sergeant Aroha in the
room. Sergeant Aroha was absentmindedly reading the same pages in the magazine
over and over again. And those pages were… an interview with the MMA fighter on
the cover?
“Who is that? That guy on the cover?”
“Oh, it’s my dad.”
“...Huh?”
“Why, are you surprised? You thought we grow from each other
like mushrooms?”
“N-no, it’s not that.”
I looked at the cover of her magazine again. In the picture
was a muscular, young man, giving a thumbs-up with a belt on his shoulders that
recognized him as the champion fighter of universe-wide, low-gravity mixed martial
arts fighting.
That man is Sergeant Aroha’s father?
“So, he used to be a really popular low-gravity fighter. You
do know what low-gravity fighting is, right?”
“Of course.”
As the war with the Letix waged on, standard forms of combat
that originated on terran planets had become meaningless. To prepare for close
quarters combat in space and space-like environments, new forms of martial arts
were developed. Even my personal Dawnbringer Technique was developed during
that space-wide trend.
But the official Federation-use method of close quarters
combat was the ‘low-gravity mixed martial arts’, based on new studies that
focused on environments with little to no gravity.
Regardless, I made it mandatory for members of the Dawn
Corps to learn the Dawnbringer Technique. But it doesn’t look like that
technique survived to this day…
“But, at the time… we were in the middle of a war, so my dad
had no choice but to join the military under the conscription law. Then he was
captured as a prisoner of war by the Asa, and you know what happened next.”
Amazoness legend. As the story goes, there exists a kingdom
of women where men only live to continue the bloodlines. I knew little of the
Asa, but as long as people call them the ‘Amazoness’ I had a good idea what
might have happened to Sergeant Aroha’s father.
“I-I only know the gist of it from hearing rumours. But I
don’t exactly know anything. The first alien race I contacted with was the
Elcro, and the Asa contact happened after I slept, remember?”
Ensign Meihowa began explaining for me. “Mm-hmm. The Asa is
split into five castes: Harakal, Sedanu, Omere, Umea, Lokir-- and the men are
outside of these castes, and they must prove their worth on their own. They
must accomplish something great in order to prove that they have superior genes
than others, so that they are allowed to leave an offspring with the higher
castes.”
“Is that how it works?” I asked Sergeant Aroha for her
confirmation.
She nodded. “Yep. But my dad, before getting pulled away for
military, he was already lawfully married with a woman from the Pereiras. They
already had my sister, Flora, by that time.”
“...”
That was why Flora was a normal human. Their father was the
same, but their mothers weren’t.
“And when my dad became a prisoner, he had relations with
the Asa and had many children, including me. I’m pretty sure there are more of
my sisters somewhere out there.”
I… I didn’t know what to say to that. It was a complex,
uncomfortable story.
“Fortunately, the Federation rescued my dad and brought me
along, but his mental state was already broken. You see, he came to really love
my biological mother, that is, an Asa woman. And when a bunch of Federation
soldiers, as my dad watched on, went rat-tat-tat-tat--...” She held up two
fingers and pretended to make cartoonish gun noises. And yet in her happy,
toying eyes, I could sense a hint of pain. “Right in front of me, even…”
Death by plasma rifle was a horrifying, gruesome sight.
Superheated plasma acts like a sticky substance, so it sticks to the human
skin, burning it and digging deep into the bones underneath. If she had to
witness her mother’s death as a little girl, with a plasma rifle no less, that
must have left an indescribable trauma on her.
“And what about your father now?”
“Got divorced with my current mother and holed up in a mental
hospital. On top of that, during the raid on Asa city and the rescue mission,
he had taken a bullet to protect me, an Asa. He isn’t…” She held up the
magazine. “He isn’t proud and strong like this, and he doesn’t smile anymore.
So… so I bought the magazine, because this was amazing to me. Hmm, there should
be a lot of pictures of him before this time, right? Plenty of interviews, and
even more information on him over the network, probably. Why did I buy this old
magazine? I’m an idiot, sometimes.”
Sergeant Aroha’s shoulders quivered as she talked. Ensign
Meihowa gently hugged her.
...I had been expecting that there would be a complicated
story behind her family history, but I never thought it would be like this.
I felt my mind get tangled up, so I cracked open a can of
beer and gulped it down. Then I passed the other cans to her and Ensign
Meihowa. They silently accepted the cans. Just this morning, Sergeant Aroha had
been gambling drunk all day, but she drank that beer like she had been rescued
from a middle of a desert. I thought I’d stop her, but… nah, it would do well
for her to be drunk instead.
“You lived a pretty tough life.”
“Well, it can’t be worse than Vice Admiral Lezirth Dawnbrin…
*Burp* …aw.” Sergeant Aroha cast her eyes away, embarrassed that she burped
mid-sentence.
I chortled and shook my head. “No need to be embarrassed.
And, um… even if my life’s been going wrong, none of it really feels real to
me. So then, about Flora Pereira’s mother, so your sister’s mother is…”
“She’s legally my stepmother. When my dad brought me out,
they weren’t immediately divorced so she inducted me into the Pereira family. I
mean, she had plenty of reasons to dislike me, but she has a good enough
personality to not hate me for them. But she’s very overbearing.” explained
Sergeant Aroha, finishing her can of beer in exactly two gulps. And then she
opened a new can.
“Aren’t you drinking too much?” worried Ensign Meihowa.
Sergeant Aroha grinned. “Beer’s just a drink. I’m strong
with alcohol, Ensign.”
“No one ever says that and doesn’t get drunk after.” But
Ensign Meihowa was drinking beer herself. I suppose she couldn’t avoid
drinking, considering the mood.
“I meant to say-- you two are very friendly to each other.”
“W-well, our situations are pretty similar.” Ensign Meihowa
blushed.
Sergeant Aroha reached at her for a hug, and began rubbing
her face into her chest. “Aanh, Ensign Meihowa… I love you, please marry me!”
“S-stop it! Aroha!”
“Hmm? Did your breasts get bigger?”
“N-no! What are you saying?!”
“How can you say no for sure? Alright, let’s measure it!”
“D-don’t you dare!”
Oh no. Aroha became drunk after all.
Ensign Meihowa quickly hid behind me, away from Sergeant
Aroha. I laughed at the two.
“Ugh, beer is way too filling. Lezirth, go buy some
tequila.”
“Sergeant Aroha, you can’t send me on an errand like that.”
“‘Sergeant Aroha’? What is that~? We’re on a vacation! Call
me ‘Aroha~’, or even ‘Darling~’ or ‘Honey~’ is fine by me!”
Everyone! We have a hopeless drunkard here!
And before I could respond, soft arms wrapped around my neck
from behind.
“...Hey, Lezirth?”
Ensign Meihowa smelled of alcohol herself, looking at me
with unfocused eyes.
...W-wait, what is this lady doing?! She wouldn’t do this
normally! Ah, then again, she did drink a lot during the day! Did she finally
break past the point of drunkenness by adding a couple more cans of beer to
them?
“Colorado’s that good? To pay five hundred million for it?
Even twenty five million for Rabbitte and Colorado combined sounds like a waste
to me.”
“Yeah! Twenty five million means Luise is pouring all of the
money that she won today! I-I mean, sure, she won all of that in the first
place, so I can’t tell her what to do with it, b-but it’s not like I’m sad
about it!”
Aroha seemed to have been wondering about Colorado and
Rabbitte too.
“That’s because…”
“Yes, yes? What about it?”
I stopped talking to face away from Meihowa for a moment.
Whoa! H-her face is too close! Those rosy cheeks are so
cute, I’d lose myself if I faced her directly!
When I eyed her again, Ensign Meihowa was continuing to
stare at me shamelessly. Her drooping ears made her look like a doe.
A-alright, let’s calm down.
“A-anyway, it’s definitely worth that price.”
“Why? Aren’t bayonets all the same?”
“Mm… but you’ve seen Dawnbringer’s Sacred Sword, right?”
“That last Kishin technique you used in the fight with
Diablo?”
“Yes. It’s where the blade is quantised. Then what happened
to the Alter Armour blade?”
“It melted and disappeared.”
“Right. But when Colorado is quantised and reversed, it
doesn’t disappear, but it forms the whole blade again.”
“Eh? Really?”
“It’s the only weapon to withstand the ‘Sacred Sword of
Justice’ and revert back to its original form, so of course it’s valuable. I
don’t know what kind of methods were used to create it, and I definitely don’t
know how that works, but all I know is that entire blade forms a single
molecular pattern instead of it being shaped.”
“Okay, so it is an amazing sword. Then, what about
Rabbitte?”
“That thing is a computer made with Letix tissue, and it has
an AI mounted on it. Admiral Luise also holds it dear.”
“Hm, is that so? Enough to spend twenty five million on it?
But the problem is going to be that one-point-five billion price tag. It’s
going to come down to whether or not that strange guide succeeds in haggling
for it.”
Ensign Meihowa sipped her can of beer, then held the can
upside down on top of her mouth. Somehow, she went from short sips to finishing
an entire can. She crushed the empty can. “Ugh, I’m full. Beer is just
needlessly filling.”
“Right? Tequila and lemon and lime would be great.” Sergeant
Aroha smiled.
Ensign Meihowa added, “Rum and whiskey would be perfect for
me. Mix it with mint liqueur for a cocktail.”
I know where this is headed… I have to go get them, right?!
“Hey, aren’t you all drinking a bit too much? You should
control yourselves…”
But Sergeant Aroha suddenly made a very saddened expression.
“Oh, my poor little daddy. He used to be able to smile like that, and now he’s
stuck in a mental hospital… sob, sob.”
“Hey, you’re not even crying right now.”
Using her troubled past as a weapon? Aroha, you scary woman!
“Sob, sob… my mom, too…” And Ensign Meihowa joined in.
“...Don’t plagiarize her, Meihowa.”
“Hmph. Adviser Lezirth. That’s not cool at all.”
Why is that adviser thing being mentioned again?!
“Okay, fine. I’ll be right back.”
I stood and walked towards the hotel windows. I opened them,
but as I expected, they wouldn’t open further to prevent people from jumping
out. Aroha and Meihowa looked surprised at what I was doing.
The windows would not open and the glass was reinforced. A
normal person would need to go through significant effort to break them and
drop through it, but for me, I had a way to get past it without breaking
anything.
I looked intently towards the bottom of the window, and I
could see the shocked expressions on Ensign Meihowa and Sergeant Aroha.
“Wh-what are you doing, Lezirth?!”
“H-hey, stop! Wake up! You’re not thinking of jumping out,
are you?”
They realized that I was thinking up jumping down, and they
quickly tried to talk me out of it.
“It’s faster than taking an elevator, so, I’ll be back.”
“No, wait! This is a casino city, so there’s a psychic
canceler everywh…”
But I ignored their warnings and phase-shifted through the
window, dropping straight down. As they had said, the area was filled with
inhibitors-- a lot more than Ibis-2 starport.
That wasn’t a big problem for me.
I gently landed on the pool area at the base of the hotel.
From there, I went to the convenience store nearby for tequila, whiskey, rum,
various liqueur, and some fruits. Then I climbed back up the outer walls of the
hotel and shifted back through the windows
Meihowa and Aroha were still stunned, staring in my
direction.
“Didn’t you want me to go buy these? I suppose it was a good
idea to send me. It’s totally faster than waiting for the elevator--”
“Oouuhh… I… I was so scared! I thought you were drunk and
not thinking straight…”
“Phase shifting is a lot more difficult than jumping from
the seventeenth floor, you know? Do you really think I’d drop to my death after
getting through the windows?”
Surviving a drop from the seventeenth floor was guaranteed
at the moment that I phase-shifted through the windows. Well, using psionic
powers causes a little radiation, but it mostly consisted of alpha particles
and so the human skin protected against that.
“How could we know? We’re not psionics. Anyway, did the
convenience store sell fruits, too?”
“Yep. We’re not the only ones thinking of making cocktail,
apparently. Okay, time to show off what I can do!”
I began making very thin slices out of a lemon.
Then, after I passed the cocktail glasses around…
Then…
I lost consciousness.
DAMN CLIFFHANGER!! WHYYYyyyy.... did he drink to much? dosnt seem so, did using his powers affect him? unlikely... then WHY did he lose consciouness??
ReplyDeleteTy for the chapter!!!
Thank you for your excellent work, as always. I'm really looking forward to how this series will progress! :)
ReplyDeleteI choose harem route.
ReplyDeleteDifficulties and all other trouble be damned.
I would also chose Harem route all the way... cant wait for whats next!!!
DeleteHarem ftw. And thanks again for translation, can't wait to see how they get their stuff back xD
ReplyDeleteYep.. harem FTW.. and this guy deserves it..
ReplyDeleteit has been a half year since the last sekaimo. Can i ask how is it going? Good work tho
ReplyDeleteIf i MUST choose ONE, then LUISE!!, if not then HAREM!!.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for your hard work!
ReplyDelete...Cursed cliffhangers. I suppose it'll be another few months until we find out what on earth that was all about. My theory is that either somebody saw him or that the psi-limiters are more advanced than they remember...
Oh, and I am going to be the one to blaspheme and say "Just Luise. Definitely not harem option, I like my spleen where it is."
I think that Lezirth one of the few people who will be able really to contain a harem and from it not to test excessive tension)
ReplyDeleteHarem, definitely harem)
Thanks for the next part of the chapter.
ReplyDeleteThis is just what I need after an unpleasant day.
I will choose Meihowa.
ReplyDeleteI like her personality and her looks and I wouldn't want to split up Luise and Lezirth.
It feels like those 2 deserve to be together.
Thanks for the update
ReplyDeleteMan, Lizerth is a beast. Phasing, teleportation, force fields, invisibility, telekinesis, telepathy, energy projection through radiation manipulation, super strength, super durability, super speed, plus being a genius level tactician and unarmed/armed combat specialist. Is there anything this guy can't do lol
Procreate.
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DeleteLol I stand corrected
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