Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

"Chew, chew, chew... How's it going at the tax office?"

Li Xiao poured a bowl of beef brisket that he cooked himself for Baihe Sanhui, and picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and gave it to Xiangzi, who had a dull look in his eyes and held the chopsticks motionlessly.

"Chew, chew, chew... I didn't see it. The old guy had a heart attack, and the second-generation rich man accompanied him to the hospital..." Baihe Sanhui used a toothpick to pick out the beef shreds stuck in his teeth, and looked at the suspected beef in the bowl with disgust.

"Boss Li, please don't touch my clay pots anymore. They're a waste of food. They only become watery when you cook them, and the soup they make is harder than stone."

"...Tsk, eat it if you want, Xiangzi is obviously enjoying it, right?"

No one cared, and Xiangzi continued to be controlled by something unknown.

"Hey, Ke Sanhui, did you bully me?" Li Xiao looked at the guilty-looking Baihe Sanhui with a suspicious look. "It's like you have PTSD. Are you really a beast?"

Kids, I really didn’t do it, I swear to God!

But how to explain it to Li Xiao?

Xiangzi and I went to Rome, and some jerk second-generation rich kid dressed like a veteran nearly killed us both. Then I transformed, fought my way out (only firing one shot), and then I took Xiangzi on a boat to a port in Tokyo Bay. We took a taxi, but we didn't have any money and our phone was dead. We agreed to pay in RMB, and the taxi cost 60 or 70?

"...Girls always have those days, and understanding and respect are all that matters."

"Tsk, you better be."

After the two of them had eaten and drunk their fill, Xiangzi barely touched his chopsticks. Li Xiao told Baihe Sanhui to take Xiangzi out for something to eat later, and then he went to clean up and wash the dishes.

The current Rising consists of only Kashiwa Miki and Xiangzi.

“…Ah, doctor!”

Finally coming to his senses, Xiangzi quickly shrank under the table, holding his head in his hands and squatting down. One of his fair little hands was still pulling at the hem of Baihe Sanhui's clothes, and he was making some meaningless sounds from his mouth.

"... Xiangzi, this is Tokyo, not Rome."

Baihe Sanhui was speechless. The nerve signals warning of danger must have run through Xiangzi's brain at full speed before he reacted?

He gently pulled Xiangzi out from under the table, held Xiangzi's shoulders and placed him on the sofa.

"...Eh? But, the gun...Oh yes, Doctor, give me the gun and I'll hide it for you... Ugh!"

A knife hit Xiangzi on the head, and Xiangzi let out a lovely cry.

"How can a health teacher like me get a gun? Don't talk nonsense!"

"But...were all those just now illusions?"

Xiangzi was a little confused. The touch was so real. It hurt when I fell on the tree. The mint smell was strong when the doctor was combing my hair. My legs felt weak when I was surrounded by those weirdos...

"It's not an illusion, it's... Never mind, I'll explain it to you when I have time." Kashiwa Sanhui took out the wallet he had just brought back, counted out five thousand yen and handed it to Xiangzi.

"Are you hungry? Go eat something by yourself. I'm tired and won't accompany you."

Baihe Sanhui went upstairs holding the handrail, his eyes full of fatigue.

I'm going to rest here for one night and not go home. Using the [Intuition] specialization consumes too much brain energy. I'm too lazy to take a shower tonight, so I'll just go to bed.

"Also, Xiangzi." Baihe Sanhui opened a mint lollipop and put it in his mouth. The strong taste of menthol stimulated his nerves and he barely perked up a little.

"Don't tell anyone about what happened today."

"Now we have a real bond of going through thick and thin together."

After giving Xiangzi a meaningful wink, he ignored Xiangzi who was blushing and wanted to say something, and went back to the room that Li Xiao always reserved for him.

Lying on the somewhat cold and hard bed, covered with a thin quilt that had just been washed and still had a hint of sunshine, indescribable fatigue swept over Baihe Sanhui's brain.

But he hadn't finished eating the lollipop or brushing his teeth yet, so Baihe Sanhui could only continue to force himself not to fall asleep and check the system messages.

[Sanjiwo Monastery Series Quest 2 has been completed, and Sanjiwo Monastery Series Quest 3 has been automatically accepted.]

[Reward: Persona: Oliver Cromwell, the Thief of Nations.]

[Reward: Short Firearms Skill Level 2.]

Oh, so Amamiya Ren has a similar thing called a Persona, right? So he's actually pretty good at fighting, right? So I could have done this to that frivolous high school kid who's always bored and does nothing but flirt with girls, right?

The system really gives me trouble. It’s so annoying.

While reading the system information, he had almost finished the lollipop. Baihe Sanhui struggled to get up, spit out the lollipop stick, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth while reading the subsequent detailed information.

[Persona: Oliver Cromwell, the Thief of the Realm: An indescribable, mysterious power of unknown origin, a loser who failed to defend his Iron Throne. Under your manipulation, he is about to reawaken his ambition, dormant for four hundred years, and forge a new throne. However, this time, he is willing to be a subject.]

No, I just want to be an honest doctor, play with beautiful high school girls every day and watch them play and fight, and then play in a band with them when I have free time. I don't want to do anything that would go against history, such as restoration.

But if you can deal with that second-generation rich guy, just reverse it. It's not going to happen in real life anyway.

[Lionheart: A magnificent sawed-off flintlock rifle, wielded only in Persona form. Using your courage as its gunpowder, your courage will never end, nor will your Lionheart.]

OK, here's the Rat Plan: I, Ke Sanhui, will kill all the bad guys in the city of Rome, and then eat that priceless float!

I've been selling spinach for six years, and the money I earned probably isn't enough to buy that car.

Before he knew it, Kashiwa Sanhui was sitting in front of the TV at the end of the bed, holding his toothbrush in his mouth and staring blankly at it.

The muscle memory of the groove.

……

"Okay, is everyone here?"

In the small attic on the second floor of the Shiken Tea House, all of Amamiya Ren's friends were present, and there were countless immortals.

"Let me explain it to everyone."

If Kashiwa Sanhui were here, he would find that his seemingly human-like little black cat with white gloves could actually speak human language, and speak Japanese quite standardly.

"A new palace has been built, right near the Toyokawa Building."

Mona jumped onto the table covered with a map and pointed with her little white gloves to an area with densely populated buildings.

"Not only that, I also seemed to sense a familiar aura, very oppressive. I almost got diarrhea from the pressure of the aura!"

Amamiya Ren turned her eyes away awkwardly and secretly put the luncheon meat can that Mona had eaten up behind her back.

"But that aura was quickly covered up. It didn't seem like it was covered up by the palace's aura, but more like it was actively hiding itself."

"Anyway, let's all go out tomorrow and go to the Impression Space to see what's going on!"