I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

Why would you believe the other person?

Why would you trust a [Contained Object] that you just met and has only been in the original world for less than a day?

Fu'er himself couldn't figure it out.

But it was unclear, as if someone was telling him.

The other party is a trustworthy existence, so try to believe it.

In other words, it is actually intuition.

I don't understand it, I don't understand it at all. With his safety awareness, if he were thrown into the Foreign Object Containment Club or the Border Investigation Team's entrance test, he might not even be able to pass the first round.

What? How dare you trust their information when faced with the situation about the contained objects?

Zero points!

go back!

But fortunately, he is a temporary employee of the Hero Management Bureau! He's not interviewing.

Just trust your intuition at this time!

"what?"

But it was his look like he just failed at the multiple-choice questions that made him startled, and he jumped into Ful's face.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuoriuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"I'm super! Come down! I want to sleep! Go to sleep! And don't just throw yourself in other people's faces! It will remind people of some bad things!"

After saying a few words to you, you still slapped your nose in your face, right?

Do you know how many people your action will cause PTSD?

Even if it’s a cute girl with two heads, it won’t work!

It can only be said that although the appearance and facial features are vague, fortunately the projection of the slate man is a human figure, not something weird.

Fu'er had heard of some images of conscious contained objects, either in the shape of insects or ancient gods, each one more awkward than the other.

If the Slate Man is like this...

I can't take this head anymore.

After finally catching the slate man and throwing it aside, Fu'er put his coat back on and prepared to rest. Of course, the slate man also wisely closed his mouth.

After a while, gentle snoring came and he fell asleep.

"Oh, you fell asleep so quickly, it seems you are really tired."

The slate man put his head to take a closer look at Ful's sleeping face, then climbed back from the passenger seat to the front of the car.

"Let me think about how that function is activated...oh, this is it."

"All-area monitoring system, start -"

Although he himself doesn't know what he is or what this "all-field monitoring system" is, some functions are like pre-set programs and can be called up at any time whenever he needs them.

In the Slate Man's mind, or in his consciousness, a map appeared.

A map with his location as the center and covering a radius of 5 kilometers.

[No special reaction detected——]

The light emerged from the slate man's body, which was less than the size of one hand, and shone on Fu'er's face, causing him to frown slightly in his sleep. The slate man thought for a moment and took the individual combat rations that Fu'er had just opened. The packaging bag was pulled over and covered with himself.

"Well, that should be fine!"

So Slate Man lowered his consciousness and continued to run the detection system at full power.

In this way, one person and one person spent the "first night" alone at the border, relying on each other.

When Fu Er woke up, it was already 6 hours later. When he woke up, he was confused for a long time as to what time it was now.

It can only be said that the sun in this world is really troublesome. It hangs motionless in the sky, just like a large light bulb. Are there such strange places on the border?

If there was a senior member of the border expedition team next to him, he would probably tell him.

This is quite strange. I'm afraid you have never seen the world of random day and night.

By the way, where's the Slate Man?

Fu'er looked around, but didn't find the slate man.

Ran? Not that much.

"Sha~sha~"

Before Fu'er could think about it, a strange sound came from the side. Fu'er looked over and found that the packaging bag of the food he had eaten before was squirming. It took him a long time to poke his little head out of it.

Not to mention, the look of this fuzzy two-headed body with light is quite cute.

"you're awake?"

"Well, I'm awake. Did anything unexpected happen?"

"There are one or two water-praying shadows wandering around within a radius of 5 kilometers, but they don't seem to have the intention to come here. And five hours and two hours ago, there seemed to be a group of praying figures 3 kilometers and 4 kilometers away from here. The Shadow of Water wanted to get closer, but I found a way to block it."

"Huh? In what way?"

Fu'er asked curiously.

"That's right, I seemed to be able to make it rain in a designated area, so I pulled a small cumulonimbus cloud to lure them away."

"Do you still have this ability? Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I don't know. At that time, I was still hesitating whether to wake you up, but seeing you sleeping so soundly, I tried to think of a solution on my own, and then the cumulonimbus appeared out of nowhere."

The slate man scratched his head, and he inadvertently discovered his new ability.

Uh, but is this really a new ability?

It feels a bit like I am regaining my former strength.

"You can control the weather, summon water dragons, and absorb water. Is this your ability as a containment object?"

Fu'er touched his chin and speculated.

"I don't know. I don't even know what I am. Do I have great abilities? Will I be able to get a good position in the [Foreign Object Containment Club] when the time comes?"

"I don't know if it's powerful or not, but it looks pretty cool so far. In terms of application, it probably depends on the experts' considerations. After all, in addition to the use of abilities, they also have to consider many other things. .”

"Other aspects?"

"Yes, for example, what is the input-output energy efficiency ratio between miracles and disasters, whether it is reproducible. And after applying distortion to the world, whether the cost is controllable, etc."

"It sounds so complicated...and I don't know why, but it feels a bit familiar. I don't know if I can pass it smoothly by then."

"What you said doesn't sound like a sheltered object at all. Instead, you sound like a social animal looking for a job."

Fuer complained.

This doesn't look like a frightening containment object. This cautious look is clearly more like a newly graduated college student trying to interview for a job.

What fresh-faced containment object!

"Social animal? What is that?"

"It is the existence of being forced to sell one's own labor force in order to obtain the materials necessary for survival and to have the surplus value extracted by the capitalists."

"It sounds so pitiful. I don't want to be a social animal..."

"Really, I don't want to either."

Fu'er took out a bottle of water, rinsed his mouth and washed his face, then poured the remaining half of the bottle into his stomach, then started the engine with an energy bar in his mouth.

Keep going, there is still a long way to go.