About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

As he thought, Miller, who was not actually strong in his heart, had already collapsed because of the good memories.

He obviously wanted to comfort the big Miller, but he couldn't think of any way. He couldn't help at all and even pestered the big Miller to train him.

Fortunately, the big Miller didn't refuse this, and agreed to his request with an expression of 'I can't do anything with you' on his face. Of course, he knew that even after training, he definitely couldn't do anything with the monsters outside.

But the look on the big Miller's face was less heart-wrenching when he was working on him.

Yes, the survivors in that residential area, apart from obeying the arrangement and doing basic work every day, most of the time they hugged their knees, buried their heads in them and sat on the side of the street.

The food provided in the shelter is very delicious and nutritious, and the portion is very sufficient, and the shelter itself has reached the standard of self-sufficiency.

There is also a guardian ability that tends to increase the yield per mu, which is more effective than using Jinkela.

At this point, Gore Black Cullen obviously considered the use of food and entertainment for psychotherapy.

Next door to the residential area is the entertainment area, which has karaoke with a lot of music and fitness equipment for sweating.

You can even invite your friends to play basketball. The basketball court here is well-equipped and various types of sneakers are also available.

If you have fewer friends, you can conduct one-on-one offense and defense at the basket.Of course, if you don't have friends, there are shooting machines indoors, so you can have fun alone.

But... For four years, the entertainment area hadn't been used, either by members of the Black Hand Order, or by survivors in the residential area.

Gore Heculen anticipated this problem, but underestimated the severity of the disaster. Even though Gore Heculen has established shelters all over the world, the number of humans that can actually be protected is really very small.

The human beings in the refuge are like shells that have lost their souls, and even such emotions have affected the members of the Black Hand Cult who are assigned work.

Even psychiatrists who practice psychotherapy are suffering from depression.

2 doesn't want to make fun of the group of survivors, and those survivors kill themselves once or twice a year, and the sentiment continues to spread to others.

Food and entertainment were obviously provided, but the survivors were getting more and more emaciated day by day. It would be better to say that regular inspections were basically giving the survivors nutrient solution.

"Have a good rest, come again."

"Mr. Al..." The big Miller shaved helplessly.

"I am coming!!"

Saying this, he rushed towards the big Miller, and was mercilessly thrown to the ground. The floor of this training room uses shock-absorbing materials, and Miller will show mercy.

In fact, he has only done the training of rushing towards the big Miller, being thrown to the ground, getting up and continuing to rush towards the big Miller, and being thrown to the ground again.

Put simply...he was just running.

"Ah, big Miller, you are really amazing."

This was originally a testing ground for testing the strength of the guardian, and now it is where he and the big Miller are training.

He didn't use Blackie, and Big Miller didn't use Guardian's power, and the result was that he was thrown to the ground about two hundred times.

Being thrown on the ground all the time, even if the ground can absorb the impact, and the big Miller is merciful, he will still feel tired.

But...Compared with his exhaustion, the big Miller, who was panting heavily with his hands on his knees, was obviously more tired.

"Ha, thank you for the compliment... Ha."

"I feel like I'm getting stronger."

"Huh? Really, that's great, then..."

"Then I will continue to count on you tomorrow! Big Miller, ah, the minced meat and egg custard at noon is very good for dinner."

"...Ahhh." At this moment, the big Miller covered his regretful face.

For the time being, his stalking made the big Miller not in the mood for strange thoughts. If one day she suddenly couldn't think about it and simply died outside, No. 2 felt that she would have a bad conscience.

After all, he is one of the few people I know in this future, or an acquaintance in the original world...

Seeing the big Miller leave, he fell directly to the ground, ran for the whole afternoon, and was thrown around. It's strange that he, an ordinary person, can hold on.

It has been two weeks since he came to this future, and there is no progress at all. He did a little research on the number of saintesses in the refuge, that is, the number of guardians.

Regarding the whereabouts of a certain little detective, he didn't find a little figure among those holy girls.

"Mr. Al, it's really hard work for you."

"Miss Huang Miao, it's you again, you are really elusive."

As he spoke, he stretched before getting up from the ground, looking at the smiling woman who was still dressed in OL attire today, showing a complicated expression.

In fact, letting him pester the big Miller was suggested by the woman in front of him.

"Thanks to you, Sister Miller regained her spirits."

"Looks like it's my fault for making Big Miller so lethargic."

Although he thought that he didn't confess to the big Miller that he came from another past, but if he wanted to find a helper, he had to use the same setting as the "time traveler".

Otherwise, if you are just an ordinary person, what can you do in such a future?

Even if he was immune to "rain", he was still being chased all over the street by monsters, and the big Miller killed dozens of those monsters without taking a breath.

"Ah, but Miss Miller will be like that sooner or later, it's better to say that she was descending at a constant speed..."

Huang Miao raised his hand and swiped it diagonally downward in front of him, as if expressing that the mental value of the big Miller was declining at a constant speed.

"But after meeting Mr. Al, Miss Miller's mental state has become like this."