Jumping back into the yard again, only then did Emiya discover that the furniture and appliances that originally came with the house had all disappeared. At the door stood a truck, and three delivery men were endlessly moving things inside.
Besides common household appliances like a refrigerator, air conditioner, water heater, gas stove, and microwave, there was also a computer, television, and a sewing machine.
Various fabrics of different materials were piled up like a small mountain in the corner.
"Vera, how did we suddenly become so wealthy?" Although Emiya didn't really understand prices, he was certain that the money given by the system absolutely wasn't enough to buy all these things.
"The morning before yesterday, when Lady Acheron went to pick you up, she said she got lucky and picked up a large sum of cash. So we asked Mr. Kobayashi to help purchase some necessities."
That night after chatting with Emiya, Kobayashi resigned from his job as an agent, returning to his hometown to farm and look after his children.
Since they still had a bit of money left, Vera returned all of Kobayashi's furniture, and with the money Acheron had picked up, replaced it all with new goods.
Kobayashi felt uneasy about it, so he exempted Emiya's family from paying rent for a year. In fact, Kobayashi originally wanted to directly give the house to Emiya's family, but Vera sternly refused.
She was very worried that if the two adults in the household lived too comfortably, they would become lazy and unmotivated.
"Acheron, what's going on here?" Emiya, full of black lines, looked at Acheron. At this moment she was happily fiddling with the TV.
"Why are you looking at me? I went out before dawn to do good deeds and build up karma. Picking up some money, what's the big deal?" Acheron pouted indifferently.
She pulled two sets of keys from her pocket and cheerfully dragged Emiya over to Grandpa Sato's warehouse.
"Go ahead and see if it opens. This is a gift from Kobayashi."
When Kobayashi heard that Emiya's family still lacked transportation, he originally planned to buy them an off-road car. But Vera strongly insisted on exchanging it for two Kawasaki Z650s.
Motorcycles were not only cheaper but also more practical for Emiya's family.
"I'm really good with motorcycles." Emiya calmly accepted Kobayashi's gift.
Kobayashi was an extremely conscientious man. If he only accepted Emiya's efforts one-sidedly, he would probably feel guilty for a lifetime.
"Ah, it's Mr. Emiya. Are you feeling better?" While speaking, Kobayashi walked into the warehouse holding his daughter, Lily.
"Mm, just a little tired, nothing serious." Emiya bowed to Kobayashi, speaking solemnly, "Thank you!"
"Mr. Emiya, it's us who should thank you!" Kobayashi's eyes brimmed with tears as he pulled his daughter down to kneel on the ground and kowtow to Emiya.
"Thank you, really, I don't even know what to say to express my feelings. I had originally planned to leave with Rimi once Lily grew up!"
"Thank you, Uncle Emiya!" The girl didn't understand what had happened, but still, in her childish accent, expressed her thanks.
"No need to thank me. We're friends. Looking after each other is how it should be."
Emiya picked up the girl in his arms. She was far too light, he felt as though even a gust of wind could blow her away. "Lily, from now on you need to eat more meat. When I teach Vera martial arts, you come learn with us too!"
Maybe it really was like Acheron said, that good deeds bring good fortune, because this time Emiya's job search was unusually smooth.
At the entrance of a supermarket he spotted a recruitment ad, went in, exchanged just a few words, and was immediately told to start work the next day.
The supermarket part-time hours were from 8 to 10 p.m., unloading goods from the trucks in the fresh food section and moving them into the cold storage. Since the pay was calculated by weight, the wages were unusually generous.
"Emiya, your build is way too good. Don't tell me you're a fitness trainer?"
Since it was physical labor, before going out Vera specifically found him shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.
The strong, well-shaped muscles beneath faintly showed through the clothes, and paired with his handsome features, the supermarket's assistant manager nearly started drooling.
"Fitness is just a personal hobby. My family won't let me work as a trainer." Emiya shook his head.
Before leaving, Kobayashi had also recommended being a fitness trainer, saying the work was super easy while the pay was absurdly high, one month's salary could equal three or four months of Kobayashi's hard labor.
But when Emiya excitedly ran to tell Acheron and Vera, he only got a round of eye-rolls. The two of them looked at him like garbage.
"Haha, in this age, a man as self-disciplined as you is really rare. I've got high hopes for you!" Assistant manager Kiyomi casually tapped Emiya's well-defined abs, the smile on her pretty face growing even brighter.
Leaving the supermarket, it was still early. Emiya wandered around the streets and alleys, familiarizing himself with how to use a smartphone while also seeing if he could find another one or two similar part-time jobs.
His plan was to work as much as possible Monday through Friday, leaving weekends free for Vera and Acheron, so he could take them traveling to relax.
[Limited-time welfare mission, within 2 hours, complete a robbery, with a stolen amount reaching at least 60,000 yen.]
"What the hell is this, are you sure this is a serious mission?" Hearing the system's voice echoing in his mind, Emiya nearly swore.
"Even if I'm no longer a 'hero of justice,' I'm still a law-abiding citizen. I refuse this mission!"
[Reward, 40 mission points.] Almost as if deliberately waiting for Emiya's refusal, the system finally spoke the reward.
A true man can bend or stretch. Forty mission points was equal to doing twenty days' worth of missions. There was no way he could let that slip away.
Once he decided, Emiya noticed that most women on the street were covered in gold and silver jewelry, with exquisite handbags hanging from their shoulders.
Sixty thousand yen wasn't that much purchasing power in Japan. Robbing just one genuine leather bag would probably be enough. If not, adding the phone inside would definitely cover it.
Modern society was full of cameras. Emiya spent an hour scouting out a spot, finally finding a secluded alley where surveillance was sparse.
Next, he went to buy a set of cheap work clothes to wear. Pulling a thick pair of stockings over his head, he hid himself in the roadside greenery, waiting for prey to pass.
"Mm, perfect." Committing a bad deed for the first time in his life, Emiya's heart pounded, even carrying a bit of excitement.
"Emiya, what are you... mmmphhh!"
Quick-eyed and fast-handed, Emiya yanked Acheron into the greenery and covered her mouth.
The shame of being caught doing something bad by his own family turned his face completely red, and even his trembling voice when explaining gave him away.
"Y-you have to listen to me. I'm just completing a system welfare mission..."
"Mmmph!" Acheron blinked her big eyes twice to show she understood. But as soon as Emiya released her, she burst into unrestrained laughter, snapping two photos with her phone on the spot.
"Hahahaha, hahahaha..."
"Stop laughing! I'm suffering this humiliation for Vera's sake!"
"Hahaha, I'm not laughing at you. I just thought of something funny, hahahaha!" Acheron wiped the tears from her laughter, then heavily patted Emiya's shoulder with both hands, giving him a big thumbs-up.
"Very fashionable look. I've got high hopes for you!"
"Acheron!" Emiya finally couldn't hold it back. But just as he was about to blow up, the long-awaited prey finally appeared.
Through the faintly open gap of the handbag, Emiya spotted a large stack of cash, and on the outside was a phone that looked very expensive.
There were less than twenty minutes left on the system's timer. Success or failure all depended on this.
At that very moment, a gust of wind swept by, lifting the skirt of the beautiful woman.
She instinctively raised her hand to press it down, only to suddenly realize the weight in her hand felt wrong, her handbag, along with her gold bracelet, had disappeared.
"Ah!!!"
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