Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 39 Uncle, I hate money the most
The next day, at noon, at Tokyo Racecourse.

A tall man with shaggy black hair was about to buy a ticket to the racecourse.

Single win, consecutive wins, horse racing has multiple ways of buying and multiple odds.

If you want to win the most, you may have to choose the riskiest one.

The man with a wound on the corner of his mouth looked at the horse's name displayed on the electronic screen, thinking about his own answer in his heart.

For people who buy horses, there are many reasons to buy a horse.

Birthday.

Lucky number.

Even small programs can be run randomly.

All in all, pick a number and you can always put a title on it.

The man thought about it and decided to just make some big bucks.

Seeing the popular horse of the 16th level, he bought it.

And at this moment——

"Ritsuka, are you sure you can do this? That's the eleventh most popular person! Let me make it clear first, gamblers should die."

"Satoru, do you really want to say this in this situation?"

"Don't let the blood splash on me!"

"That kind of thing doesn't matter! Ritsuka! Tell me! How sure are you!"

The man was attracted by the noisy discussion coming from the side. At a glance, it seemed to be a group of high school students, probably helping their elders to get tickets. It was their first time to buy horse racing tickets and they were extremely excited.

(Hmph, chick.)
Among the four people, there seemed to be a backbone, who happened to be still queuing. The man was wearing slippers and listening with interest.

And he heard—

"Ten percent."

"Enlightenment, I am 100% sure."

puff!
The man almost laughed out loud. No, he barely held back. Unfortunately, he was a little far away from the four little devils, so they probably couldn't hear him.

it's a pity.

The man shook his head, his cotton slippers making a soft sound as he prepared to enter.

but
Stopped again.

After a while.

"Ah, Miss~ Buy another single win with eleventh popularity, the amount will be the lowest."
-
"Hey, every time I come to see you I have to come to a place like this. When have you ever won?"

The splashing sand and gravel spread a dark yellow dust mist. Riders in brightly colored clothes galloped on their horses on the track. With the roar that shook the mountains and the sea, the track entered the final straight sprint.

A man in a black suit slowly walked down the aisle of the auditorium. He glanced left and right, found his target and quickly approached.

From the back, the black-haired man, who was so muscular that he could be called a burly man, raised one foot, tapped the calf on the other side while wearing a sponge slipper, and climbed on the outermost iron railing, staring straight at the accelerating route.

“You’ll win this time if you keep making so much noise.” The man didn’t even turn his head. His voice was magnetic and hoarse, as if he was a vampire prince who was sleeping in the depths of the ancient desert and had just awakened from a heavy coffin carved from gold and wood.

"You can tell me - but I have a big order coming in."

The man in the suit sneered twice, moved closer to the other person, and looked at the horse racing track in the distance.

"This is a task only you can do."

"Fushiguro is very good."

——The man’s name is Fushiguro Shiori.

Of course, this real name, which has never been concealed, has a much higher reputation in the underground world than in the surface world.

Or
【legend】

As a veteran with a high reputation in the assassination world, there are three missions he will not accept.

I won’t accept calls from those who don’t have money.

Don’t answer any boring calls.

I won’t answer calls from people without credibility.

Apart from that, he doesn't care whether it's murder, kidnapping, or bombing a building. If someone offers a bounty, even if it's a high-ranking official in the Japanese government, he can chop them down and then come out to collect the bounty and play horse racing.

【Zero failure rate】

[The killer who will succeed as long as he takes over]

That is Fushiguro Shigejiro.

So even after hearing the serious threats from the man in the suit, he did not waver. Instead, he stared at the track in front of him, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the horse corresponding to the number he was holding tightly in his hand run out of the gate perfectly with great concentration.

"it is good!"

The man swung his arms, leaned back suddenly, and sat on the stone steps.

After watching the horses run in silence for a long time, he spoke with little interest.

"Mission content." "Are you still willing to listen to the content? That's really a big help." The man in the suit chuckled, "This time there's no need to kill people, it's a theft mission - of course, it's up to you how many people you want to kill along the way."

"Task object."

"Spell Art Academy - Spell Item Library, I will send you a separate list of mission targets."

"Conjuration college?"

This time, Fushiguro Shigeuchi showed some reaction.

He turned around, revealing a masculine and handsome face. He inserted his thick little finger into his ear to pick out the dirt, crossed his legs and spoke in a nonchalant manner.

"How daring! Isn't the client afraid of death this time?"

"You are the one who will carry out the mission." The man in the suit reminded.

"Once the mission is over, I will no longer have the obligation to keep it secret." Shen'er whistled, looking up and stretching his back.

"I mean, aren't you worried that the High School will bite you back? Even though the news has been blocked, it's one of the only two curse bases in Japan."

"hehe."

Fushiguro Shinobu blew away the dirt on his little finger.

He didn't reply, but anyone who knew a little about his past would know that the suit man's words were more of a humorous joke than a warning.

Not to mention the High School of Curse.

In today's world of magic, almost no one can restrict this man.

Even [Tengen], which is still above the entire spell system, is no match for it.

In the industry, Fushiguro Jōrō basically represents the god of death. Anyone who knows a little bit about the industry will choose to avoid him - of course, the industry here refers to the 'killer world'. As for the curse world, information about this man is apparently quite scarce due to the blockade by one of the three major families.

"Bounty."

"Ten million."

"This is really troublesome~ I don't like troublesome things. And if I win this time, it seems that there is no reason to accept the mission, right? Well, you just wait for a while."

Shen Er snapped his fingers, then suddenly stood up, no longer paying attention to the chattering man in a suit next to him.

Because we are almost at the end.

In a horse racing arena, the most exciting part is undoubtedly the final straight.

No matter what race track, in the end it is basically a competition of the last foot on the straight. The talent of the last foot is the talent of the competition. Basically, legendary racehorses are famous for their unstoppable posture when accelerating.

Emperor of the East Sea, Little Chestnut Hat, Good Opera
If Fushiguro Shigeki gets serious, he can pick up these racehorses and run ten times faster than them, but that doesn't stop him from being nervous about the outcome of these cute little horses.

In fact, it wasn't just him, the entire stadium was boiling with excitement.

People shouted out the numbers they had bought or the names of their racehorses, even Fushiguro Shige was no exception. It would be better to say that he was one of the more fanatical people, but unfortunately his love for "horses" was almost nonexistent. He seemed to just be hoping that he could win by relying on an underdog player.

And the result is——

[Here they come, here they come!!! Dongshang Reform is catching up with the Great Outer Road!!]

[Amazing final kick!! The one coming fast from the outside is Tosho Revolution! Tosho Revolution!! The sincere call is coming too! The one in front is still Tosho Revolution, Tosho Revolution!!]

【Cross the finish line! Dongshang changes! 】

"grass!!"

“Wuhu takes off!!”

Shen'er cursed angrily and tore the scroll in his hand to pieces. At the same time, there was an overwhelming wave of voices mixed with joy and anger. But the most piercing sound was the cheers of the four boys and girls sitting in the three rows of seats in front of Shen'er.

"Hit! Ah! Ritsuka got it!!"

"You beast! What happened to you?!"

"Who are you calling a beast?!"

"Horse! I said horse!"

"Eleventh place in popularity! Eleventh place in popularity wins! It's not in vain to come all this way! How much money does this have to be?!"

"Ritsuka, there is actually something I have been hiding from you for a long time. I like you. Let's get married. I will make you happy."

"It's not that exaggerated. It's just a strength that's not worth mentioning. Oh, by the way, now that I've made some money, can I go back to find my teacher? Well, I'll just tell you about Senior Sister Mingming's fighting style!"

Uwaa ...

People do not share the same joys and sorrows, and Fushiguro simply felt that the little ghosts in front were a bit annoying.

With his fists clenched, the horse scroll with only the minimum amount of money to buy the [Eleventh Popularity Single Win] in his pocket seemed to be mocking the buyer's incompetence.

At most, I'd buy a can of coffee and a serving of curry omelet rice.

So, once again, without choosing to look closely at their faces, Fushiguro Shigeru rudely took over the task file sorted out by the man in the suit, turned around and left the racecourse.

Humph.

As an uncle, I hate money the most.

(End of this chapter)