In the hall, aside from Fred, there were a total of 57 people. Their positions were scattered, and there were also 3 snipers on the second floor.
Right now, Emiya could only use his basic magical power to fight for 60 seconds more. By his calculation, that should just barely be enough.
Fred noticed Emiya scanning the gunmen around him nonstop and thought he was worried about being ambushed.
He laughed loudly, "Sir, rest assured. Nearly half of these people around us were once assassins sent to kill me. You can ask them yourself about my sincerity."
"Fred, do you remember a woman named Satomi? Where is she now?"
"Satomi?" Fred looked at his lieutenant. "Is there a woman with that name in the basement?"
"Boss, in the first batch of women Tony brought, there was one named Satomi. You killed her that same day."
The lieutenant's face darkened. His boss could never control himself, and he especially preferred women who had families.
If not for the protection of his elders, this man would have already been hacked into pieces and fed to dogs.
"Sir, you heard it. I'm very sorry." Fred pursed his lips and spread his hands with an innocent look.
"What's done is done. It can't be undone. But you can go to my basement and freely pick three women as compensation."
"Compensate your MLGB, you XXX, you XXX!!" Emiya's veins bulged all over his body as he rushed forward, dagger in hand, like a blur of shadows.
Ratatat!
Smoke filled the hall, and the deafening gunfire roared. Everyone saw a ghostly shadow flicker before their eyes.
Yet no matter how hard they fired, until their guns nearly broke, they couldn't even graze the hem of Emiya's clothing.
It had been far too long since Emiya fought a close-quarters battle. His strikes weren't very precise, and many enemies didn't die with a single beheading strike. But for them, this was the true nightmare.
As the smoke cleared, horrifying "ghhh-ghhh" sounds rose throughout the hall. They were the final groans of people whose throats had been slit, the last sound they could ever make in this world.
"Huff! Huff! Finally, it's your turn."
Wiping sweat from his forehead, Emiya breathed heavily as he walked toward Fred. He wanted to carve pain into Fred's very soul, only then could his anger be even slightly soothed.
"Eek! Wh-what the hell are you?!" Fred snapped out of his daze, wiping snot and tears from his face.
With a scream, he turned and ran from the hall at a speed almost faster than a sprinting champion.
"Get… back here…" Emiya's body was far too exhausted. His eyelids drooped as he clenched his teeth to chase, but before he could, three tranquilizer darts had somehow already pierced into his neck.
"Too careless…" As Emiya's consciousness faded, out of the corner of his eye he saw another three tranquilizer darts flying from the direction of the basement. After being a Heroic Spirit for so long, maybe he had underestimated human combat power.
Click!
The sound of a gun bolt pulling back echoed in the silent hall. A bald man in camouflage stepped out of the basement, holding a UTS-15 shotgun.
"A bunch of fools. You didn't believe my words, so you got what you deserved!" He kicked and snapped the neck of a still-struggling gunman at his feet, then spat on the ground with contempt.
Once, he had been the most famous mercenary captain in the world. With unmatched strength and brains, he had roamed the world's battlefields undefeated. He once thought he was the strongest creature alive, no longer bound to humanity.
Until that woman appeared. Only then did he realize he was nothing but a bug.
That woman had stepped on air and descended from the sky. Whether it was machine gun fire or heavy artillery, nothing could harm her in the slightest.
And all she had to do was open her mouth and say, "Kneel", at once, a thousand hardened mercenary elites, veterans who licked blood off their blades, collapsed to the ground, bowing before her.
After that, the bald man completely fell apart. Lowering himself to work under the Black Hand D's regional manager, he only wanted to never show his face again, never again to encounter such an inhuman monster.
When he saw Emiya enter, he had originally planned to enjoy himself in the basement, then commit suicide.
But to his surprise, this "monster" turned out to be a weakling with poor stamina. He staggered when walking and was easily felled by tranquilizer darts.
"Well, then. After I blow your head off and sell it to the Pretty Nation, I should be able to trade it for a comfortable, worry-free life."
"You won't need to worry about that anymore." A cold woman's voice rang from behind him. At that moment, the bald man's vision twisted uncontrollably, then his head fell with a crash to the floor.
The last flicker of his consciousness froze on a face of indescribable beauty, like that of an immortal.
At six in the morning, Tony's grotesquely twisted head, together with years of evidence of transactions between the mayor and the Black Hand D, appeared silently in the Cabinet Office.
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[Two Days Later]
When Emiya woke again, the blazing sun was already high in the sky. In the yard, Vera was vigorously washing the bedding sent over by Grandpa Satou.
A pair of warm, soft hands gently pressed and massaged Emiya's head, so comfortable that he squinted his eyes.
Suddenly remembering that the matter with Black Hand D wasn't finished, Emiya instinctively raised his head to ask. But instead, his face ended up buried in Acheron's broad chest.
At that moment, Acheron had just bathed. She wore a loose cotton robe, with only a thin camisole underneath. The feel was soft, springy, and carried a faint, pleasant fragrance.
"Mmm… smells so good…"
"You bastard!" Acheron gave Emiya a fierce slap across the face, then shoved him off her lap. Still not satisfied, she kicked him into the yard.
Vera crouched beside Emiya, stretching out her pale, delicate little hand to poke the handprint and footprint on his face. She looked very pleased.
"I thought Lord Emiya was indifferent to women, but it looks like I worried for nothing."
"Vera! Even you're acting like this now?!" Acheron's cheeks burned red, steam practically rising from her head.
Her toes curled tightly against the ground, as if she might dig out a whole three-bedroom apartment on the spot.
[Mission condition confirmed. Daily mission system officially activated.]
The cold system notification rang out. Emiya leapt to his feet in relief. "The system just gave me a mission. I'll go outside and listen!"
The daily missions released by the system were very casual. Rewards were settled day by day.
Emiya needed to find a job. The type of work and working hours had no restrictions. Each day, for every completed job, he would gain 2 magic slots and 2 task points, stacking up to 2 times maximum.
To help the host more quickly exchange for the Guardian's companion weapon, the system would also issue limited-time bonus tasks. Completing them would grant generous points, and the same number of magic slots.
"If the work has no restrictions, then would planting vegetables at home count?" Emiya's brain spun quickly, fired up with schemes to cut corners.
[Farming also counts as work. But the crops must mature and be sold before it's considered a completed job.] The system's words poured cold water over Emiya's excitement.
"Didn't you say no restrictions?!" Emiya was speechless.
It was like someone saying, eat whatever you want, play wherever you want, but when you actually gave an idea, they shot it down. Truly disheartening.
"Then tell me what I should do. Stop playing riddles and wasting time."
[Based on the host and this world's situation, the system recommends the host quickly learn to use the internet and find part-time jobs online, for example, nightclub, host, convenience store, supermarket, construction site, model, rice harvesting…]
"Hey! What the hell is a 'host'? Do you have some weird fetish?!"
After listening to the system's detailed explanation, Emiya had a general understanding of the daily missions.
Once the system activated, daily missions would run long-term. Most of the work content was designed to make Emiya interact with all sorts of people.
The most recommended job was opening a small food stall in a busy area. As long as he reached the required number of daily customers, there would even be generous extra rewards.
Every planet's civilization was diverse, and starting from scratch every time was a pain. But "eating" was a universal topic in all civilizations.
The system especially emphasized that the food Emiya made would carry traces of his unique magical energy.
It suggested that while the Guardian was still young, Emiya should personally feed them as much as possible, this way, the bond between Emiya and the Guardian would grow even stronger.
"I'm fairly skilled with basic cooking. Once I get a stable job and earn money, I'll slowly refine my craft and master it."
Emiya understood that this first world was one the system had deliberately chosen for them to grow in. He couldn't rush things.
Especially with Acheron's health to take care of, and Vera's combat training, it all needed to be done with perfection.
At the same time, with this rare chance to live like an ordinary person, Emiya wanted to give Acheron and Vera some beautiful memories.
At least for now, they could forget the blood and war outside, the cold void beyond.
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