Tokyo Psychic

（补·周六加更：7/9、8/9、9/9）

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In the dead of night, the lights were on in LeBron's attic.

The laptop was plugged in, and the blank pages of the Word document were rapidly filled with hiragana and katakana at an exaggerated speed.

Kurusu Akatsuki's hands were moving rapidly on the keyboard.

The personality mask "Dioscuri" floated beside him, and in his hand was open a light novel with "No Game No Life" written on the cover.

After typing on the keyboard for about an hour, the thief looked up at the personality mask floating on the pile of cardboard boxes on the side.

"Can you come and help me write some?"

He couldn't find any interest in the boring work of copying books.

"Dioscuri" patted the guitar case floating next to him, meaning that he was a guitarist, not a slave writer.

The Phantom Thief glared at Him for a moment, then continued his work without a word.

He plans to copy out the first volume of "No Game No Life" tonight and submit it tomorrow.

It's time to reverse debt.

With such anticipation, Kurusu Akatsuki's already exaggerated hand speed increased even more.

Dioscuri was flipping through the light novel faster and faster.

I saw ten fingers dancing on the keyboard, leaving countless afterimages in the light.

The alarm clock on the pillow turned the hands little by little.

In the attic, the monotonous sound of the keyboard tapping crushed time as smoothly as a mortar, crushing Kurusu Akatsuki's perception.

It was clearly just a job of typing on the keyboard, but he inexplicably had the illusion of moving bricks and pushing a cart on a construction site.

Just like a house is built up with bricks, as a cultural carrier of a parallel world, Kurusu Akatsuki, who is working in the cyber world, has to write the entire book word by word... The light novel in "Dioscuri"'s hand was quickly turned to the bottom.

Kurusu Xiao stretched his sore fingers and looked at the 200-page WORD document in front of him. He let out a long sigh, and the irritability and depression accumulated in his heart dissipated.

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[The Phantom Thief's energy has been reduced.]

The Phantom Thief obtains the first volume of No Game No Life.

[The Phantom Thief's fatigue value has increased significantly.]

【At this time, the remaining assets are 11450 yen. 】

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A dark shadow suddenly appeared on the lighted curtains.

Kurusu Akatsuki instructed Dioscuri to open the curtains.

The Siamese cat that had just jumped onto the windowsill saw Kurusu Akatsuki and patted the window with its paws.

It wants to come into the house.

What's going on? Why doesn't this cat go home? But I don't have the money to take in a pet.

Kurusu Akatsuki stared at the nameplate hanging around the Siamese cat's neck for a while, then ordered "Dioscuri" to close the window again.

He turned off the lights, lay down on the bed, took out his phone and prepared to start a passionate game of "MasterDuel" before going to sleep.

I didn’t expect that the opponent’s deck actually had the legendary skateboard sticker monument.

The sticker's blockade was too powerful, even the power of Pearly Tears' Lament was restricted everywhere.

But it doesn't matter, as long as I can draw that card——

My turn, draw a card!

Come into my hand, feather duster! ...

As expected, I didn’t get it.

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at the fusion he had just obtained, then looked at the "Fusion Prohibited Area" on the opposite field, and couldn't help but smile with relief.

But it doesn't matter. I still have fifteen cards left in my deck. Next turn, as long as I draw that Feather Broom...

Then, the opponent activated the effect of "Spear Tip of the Divine Monument" and sent his Feather Broom to the banishment zone while searching the deck for magic cards.

Kurusu Akatsuki, with a helpless and panicked look on his face, clicked on the small gear on the screen, clicked surrender, then quickly exited to the desktop and uninstalled the game.

MasterDuel, get out of my phone!

This is what makes this card game so mysterious, because often, only one person can play "Yu-Gi-Oh" in a game.

Kurusu Akatsuki plugged her phone into the charging cable and tossed it to the bedside. She looked up at the curtains and saw the cat, already asleep on the windowsill. The moonlight cast its shadow on the curtains, its pathetic loneliness revealing a certain limpidity, coupled with a certain stubbornness and resoluteness that refused to give in.

Such a strong sense of déjà vu...

Whose celery dish is this? Can you claim it quickly?

He finally went over, opened the window, and grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck under the gaze of the lake-blue cat's eyes.

Then he carried it down from the attic and threw it out of the small ventilation window in LeBron's kitchen.

"Meow?!"

Amid the Siamese cat's confused and surprised cries, the small kitchen window closed.

Kurusu Akatsuki carefully washed her hands in the kitchen sink and went upstairs to get ready for bed.

In the dark space of the attic, the light from the mobile phone screen guided him like a beacon.

A bright future for the light novel master seems to be just ahead.

Kurusu Akatsuki touched the simple little bed.

It seemed like someone sent him a message on Line.

But Kurusu Aki was too tired to pay attention to it anymore. He simply turned off his phone and stuffed it under his pillow.

I'm very tired today, let's take a rest first.

The cold night wind blew in through the open window, and the tired thief was sleeping soundly.

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Waking up early is always a painful experience.

Especially for people who go to work and school.

I have not yet forgotten the tranquility and relaxation of sleep. I yawned as I walked onto the platform. It was another busy life. It was like a technician reinserting gears coated with oil into a constantly running machine, which creaked and turned in the steam. No one is indispensable, but just as the machine cannot do without the gears, the gears cannot abandon each other, and the gears cannot do without the oil applied by the technicians to maintain their life.

The huge city of Tokyo often makes people feel suffocated by the crowds. Only by being smooth and greasy can one survive longer amidst countless hammering and hitting.

No one likes the feeling of being squeezed in the cracks by all kinds of pressure and wriggling for survival like the Shimokitazawa Notsuchi snake.

At 6:30 in the morning, the second alarm clock woke Kurusu Akatsuki from her sweet dream of being a "light novel master."

He felt a pressure in his chest, so he opened his eyes sleepily and looked into the eyes of the Siamese cat that was huddled together with him.

This is......

Kurusu Akatsuki turned his head to look at the open window of the attic, his expression somewhat distorted.

He quickly picked up the scruff of the neck of "Jing Qinrencai" in his arms and carried it downstairs again.

"Amemiya, you got up a little late today. Are you sick?" Hearing footsteps from the attic, Sakura Sojiro, who was busy in the kitchen, asked him loudly.

Kurusu Akatsuki, who felt she was in good health, heard another meaning in Sakura Sojiro's words, "Is Jingqin sick?"

"Yes, she has a high fever. I've already asked the school for leave for her."

Probably because of the decreased immunity caused by insomnia and lack of sleep, Jing Qinrencai was hit by a cold breeze last night and simply ended up in bed.

Kurusu Akatsuki walked to the door of the store with the cat in her arms. "Has she taken the medicine?"

"You've had your drink...huh? Why is Nina from the Hanazawa family here with you?" Sakura Sojiro walked out of the kitchen with a plate of chicken curry sprinkled with cheese. When he saw the Siamese cat in Kurusu Akatsuki's hand, he looked a little surprised.

"Huh? What's its name?"

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at the Siamese cat in his hand with a bit of disbelief.

After all, the name "井茜仁菜" is pronounced "Iseri Nina".

"Nina, that's it." Sakura Sojiro guessed what Kurusu Akatsuki was thinking. "Nina is not a rare name."

Kurusu Akatsuki, dressed in casual clothes, walked out of the store, then stared at Nina in his hand with a strange expression.

"Mr. Jingqin?"

He shook the Siamese cat in his hands.

Nina stared at him in confusion, then meowed tentatively.

After trying a few more times, Kurusu Akatsuki made sure that it would not suddenly transform into the cat girl form of Io Serina, so she let it go.

In the nearby bakery, a gray-haired old man was kneading dough at the counter. A milkman pedaled his bicycle furiously on the asphalt road. Nina jumped over a low wall and walked away, looking back every few steps...

The early morning sunlight shines through the sparse camphor treetops onto the Showa-style streets, and golden spots of light dance on the cobblestone road.

When Kurusu Akatsuki returned to LeBron, Sakura Sojiro had already placed a plate of hot curry and a cup of miso soup on the dining table.

"The season is about to change, so be sure to cover yourself with a blanket when you sleep at night."

"I'll pay attention."

After breakfast, Kurusu Akatsuki helped clean the store and then continued to entertain customers until 7:50. Then he returned to the attic, put his laptop into a cotton bag, and prepared to take the tram to try his luck at those famous publishing houses.

On the way to the tram station, Kurusu Akatsuki felt a little uncomfortable because his chattering little follower was suddenly missing.

I didn’t have a chance to play with the kids today, it was so boring.

Then I'll take a leave too.

He took out his cell phone and informed Ito Sanshui that he had something to do today and would not go to school.

The principal, who was in the staff office yelling at a group of teachers who had been called to school in advance, heard the "special reminder tone" set in advance on his cell phone. He immediately made a hushing gesture to the people around him and picked up his cell phone from the table.

Lord Fengxian actually contacted me at this time? Is there something urgent?

Please, please don't write a transfer application...

Ito Sanshui opened his cell phone with a nervous look on his face.

Oh, it turns out you just want to take a leave.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then revealed a friendly smile amidst the strange gazes of the crowd, and then began to reply to Kurusu Akatsuki using one finger on the numeric keypad.

[Shujin Second Grade Dean Ito: No problem. Do you need me to grant you a few more days off?]

This message quickly became "read" after it was sent.

Ito Sanshui swallowed and stared at Kurusu Akatsuki's lit profile picture nervously.

But the other person's profile picture soon dimmed.

Ito Sanshui also put his cell phone on the table.

The anxiety, kindness, and nervousness on his face were all wiped away in an instant.

The strict dean of studies returned to his loyal faculty office.

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At this time, Kurusu Akatsuki, who had completed the leave application process, was preparing to take the bus to "Chiyoda Ward".

He followed the sign to find the word "Chiyoda" and waited in the waiting room.

Chiyoda is one of Tokyo's 23 special wards. Along with Minato and Chuo, it's known as the "Central Three Wards." Besides its numerous political, administrative, and judicial functions, Chiyoda is also home to one of Japan's largest concentrations of publishing houses.

Basically, the headquarters of the publishing companies of the light novels that Kurusu Akatsuki could think of were located in Chiyoda.

When the tram arrived at the station, he immediately squeezed into the crowd without saying a word and managed to get a seat before several middle school and elementary school students who were carrying large backpacks.

The advantage of not carrying a schoolbag and traveling light is fully demonstrated at this moment.

He expertly ignored the angry glares from the elementary and junior high school students.