Can I Please Kill You?

[[Save Function] Assembly in progress, remaining assembly time: 0 hours, 0 minutes, 01 seconds.]

[Assembly complete.]

[Dear Player 001, welcome to the game.]

Ichijō Mirai opens his eyes, and while loading the game, he feels a slight heat on the back of his neck, not much, just a little, converging on the small wound.

He successfully loaded the game.

An alert pops up, [CG [Motherland is Calling] detected, loading now.]

[Loading successful.]

As the darkness clears, Ichijō Mirai once again gains a perspective similar to that of the source material, one that mimics human vision, except that the scene is no longer a living room or kitchen, but a dimly lit alleyway.

The alley looks familiar, with puddles of water unevenly distributed on the ground, and the corners of the walls and floors covered in a thick layer of dirt that has accumulated over time, making it a frowning sight, the same alley where Ichijō Mirai killed the fat police officer.

The height of the viewpoint was equally familiar, not the height of an adult standing up straight, the height of a child, or, perhaps, the height of...

The height of an adult kneeling on the ground.

The view shifted, and Ichijō Mirai saw the fat arm at the bottom of the field of vision, and the young police officer so close that, with a quick glance, the height of the field of vision lifted.

He saw himself.

Or rather, he saw himself in the fat officer's eyes.

Black hair, red eyes, slender body, looking under twenty at the most, wearing a black baseball cap, wearing a black baseball jersey, except for the white trim of the shirt, almost the only thing white on his body was the hand holding the gun and his face, almost pale as a white paper in the rich black color.

'Ichijō Mirai' was holding the gun with a careless expression on his face, and indeed he was careless, standing a few meters away, his pale hand gripping the black gun tightly, and without blinking, he simply pulled the trigger and fired.

As the bullets flew, the vision shook violently, rolled over, and rose again.

Ichijō Mirai saw himself again.

Unkilled by the shot, the dark-haired, red-eyed young man looked a little more upright, no longer as if he were strolling down the street, casually stepping into the shadows to avoid the sunlight, but as if he were boarding a bus.

The shot rang out again.

The field of vision shuddered, but this time it didn't roll.

Two shots failed to kill him, and 'Ichijō Mirai' took on a more dignified appearance as he came forward at a brisk pace, at last no longer careless, as if he hadn't been the one who had fired the shot, but showing a bit of a murderous aura.

The murderous aura was somewhat confusing, saying: Why is this guy not dead yet? He is so ignorant that he asked me to fire a third time.

And: Kill NPCs to silence them.

When the gun was pressed against the fat officer's forehead, the entire CG was filled with the dark muzzle of the gun and a bit of 'Ichijō Mirai'.

Ichijō Mirai didn't care much about killing the fat officer, nor did he pay attention to his own expression: killing an NPC is just something that players don't need to care about, just like drinking water, right?

Who's thirsty enough to take a sip of water and pay proper attention to their expression?

Until now.

From the fat officer's point of view, he saw himself lowering his eyebrows for a few minutes, satisfied with the feeling of the muzzle of the gun against the forehead of a human being, his red eyes curved for a moment, and there was a light in his eyes, as if he were a somewhat insatiable fox from a full meal.

The muzzle of the gun shifted slightly, and the trigger was pulled.

At the moment of firing, 'Ichijō Mirai's' murderous aura that had just risen for a few seconds quickly faded, and he calmly killed the fat police officer as if he had stepped on a dozen ants without looking at the ground.

This time, it was a single shot.

With this shot, the fat officer died, and the CG ended, fading away in 'Ichijō Mirai's' calm demeanor, and Ichijō Mirai stood in the alley again.

Everything in the alley remained in the same state as when he left the line, the fat police officer fell to the ground with three eyes, blood snaking out of the third eye, the young police officer on the ground didn't move at all, and the water droplets on the roof fell a little.

The gun in Ichijō Mirai's hand was still hot.

He slowed down, moving his wrist, remembering what he had just seen of himself in the CG, and couldn't help but whistle, "Wow, cool." 

"It's like a cool killer from a movie."

Like, "James Bond."

"It's been a long time since I've taken a good look at my face, and I'm so handsome," Ichijō Mirai thought briefly, and cheerfully decided, "Decided, not to destroy my appearance until I'm wanted."

He looked over at the three-eyed fat officer, raised his gun, blew meaningfully on the nonexistent white smoke, and exclaimed, "I'm a good shooter."

One shot.

The system's prompts were still popping up, a series of warm reminders of the complete end of the novice level, some suggesting that the archive function had been turned on, and some suggesting that the special state of searching for clues once again only required concentration.

Ichijō Mirai scanned through them and decided to save.

The virtue of caution for every gamer is to save the game immediately, regardless of the circumstances.

He held his breath again.

The alley darkened, and in the grayness, blue analysis icons popped up.

A couple of them were on the fat officer, three bullets, a face that matched the car's ID.

On the ground, at the slightest sign of a struggle, there is an analytical icon of a struggle scene reconstruction, and once cracked, two fluorescent male human bodies are struggling in slow motion.

Even the body of the young police officer on the ground had two analysis icons, one message on the side of the waist, suggesting an undrawn gun.

The other is on the neck, and when broken, the icon points to a red mark on his neck, suggesting that he had been strangled to unconsciousness a short time earlier.

...Unconscious?

Ichijō Mirai looked at him a bit more, a bit surprised by the fat officer's level of waste.

But the young officer had nothing to do with him.

Another analysis icon appeared, but it wasn't fixed, it was wobbling, shifting erratically from a bright blue to a warning red.

At the same time, Ichijō Mirai heard panicked footsteps.

The footsteps were formed by the hurried advance of five or six people, accompanied by heavy breathing and: "Spread out and look."

"Gunshots are nearby!"

Fluorescent icon breaks up: [Police officers arriving at the sound of gunfire.]

[Police are approaching, we need to retreat as soon as possible.]

Ichijō Mirai scanned the alert and immediately turned around and walked out of the alley.

The police officers were coming from an unexplored area, so he went back the way he came to find the newbie guide NPC that had issued the quest.

The novice instructor NPC was conspicuous.

After a few minutes of walking through the alley, Ichijō Mirai saw a flash of silver in the darkness.

The silver-haired NPC with the [???] name was still in place, standing deep in the alley, smoking a cigarette and staring coldly at the car a few meters away, the light from the cigarette flickering on and off.

He looked up at the sound of his voice, and his icy expression eased for a few moments, "Finished the mission?"

"I heard gunshots."

Not only the look, but also the tone of his voice was much softer than the icy tone he had at the beginning.

Ichijō Mirai walked over to him quickly.

He was much more polite than he had been in the beginning, and no longer assessed by sight.

He said politely, "Hello, can I please kill you?"

Gin: ?