Social terror players, forced to become king

Qin Jiu's eyes fell on the young man who was smiling sweetly at him. Even in the dark, he could clearly see the faintly fluorescent eyes of the other party, because he was smiling, and the shape of the eyes was slightly curved up. .

The man didn't say much, but lifted the quilt and got out of bed, took out something from the pocket of the black coat hanging next to him, and threw it directly to the person who was still lying on the bed and looking at him helplessly.

It doesn't look like a leader at all, and I don't know how the boss asked Bourbon to train each other.

Although he knew that the young man had made great achievements in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang under his name, Gin still had such an idea.

Qi Gongcheng took the things thrown by the other party with quick eyes and hands. There was a board of capsules on it, and it looked like two or three capsules had been used. You can know the fate of these used people without thinking.

He happily took out a pill or so to check.

"Stop playing, go to bed early." Qin Jiu lay down.

Even though the single bed was wide enough, it was a bit cramped for two adults.Makoto Qigong leaned on Gin's shoulder, apparently stuffed the atx-4869 into the pocket of his pajamas, but actually passed the unpacked one directly to the system.

[Currently "Main task 3: Please obtain the drug atx-4869. 100", the progress is complete. 】The system's voice reported,【Congratulations to the player for getting the reward: survival points x1000. 】

Qi Gongcheng burst into tears immediately.

From entering the game to now, this is the first time he has won so many survival points at once.Gin has always been the most generous of men.

The excited player ignored the opponent's stiff body, gave the organization's killer a bear hug, and fell asleep happily.

On the second day, after Gin Jiu left, Qi Gongcheng sobered up early.

He opened the system panel and glanced at the products inside with a serious expression. All kinds of weird abilities were dazzling.Among them, the ability called "Ghost Art Clay Man" attracted his attention.

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Product Name: Ghost Clay Figure

Commodity category: one-time skills

Product description: The clay figurine made by the priestess Litao through ghost magic can even "resurrect" the dead.Clay people have no breathing and no heartbeat, and are driven by the souls of dead bodies collected by dead souls.

Price: 500 points

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Thinking of the conspiracy that the curse spirits will carry out in Shibuya in the future, maybe such a thing is useful, Qi Gongcheng bought it for a rainy day.

Afterwards, he spent another 600 survival points to upgrade his gun skills to proficiency, and then used the survival points in his inventory to upgrade his own level, and his own interface was updated accordingly.

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Role attributes:

Nickname: Makoto Seven Palaces

Age: 18

Level: 32 (Athletic Human)

Ability: Stare at prey (proficiency: 1010), God's Prosthetic Eye (proficiency: 1010)

Skills: Eight knives and one flash, gun proficiency, breath of the sun (proficiency: 210)

Survival points: 45232512

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After finishing everything, Qi Gongcheng went out to catch the bus.

After upgrading, the routine training for conjurers really isn't as strenuous as before.Because there are few conjurers, even students will go out to perform tasks.

Freshmen are usually led by teachers, and after they have gradually gained experience, they begin to perform tasks alone.It's just that the class that Yu Zhang Youren was in was obviously different because of the existence of the two-faced Su Nuo, including encountering super-level magic spirits without the presence of other adult magicians.

"So there is such a saying." Makoto Qigong ran beside the boy with the black hedgehog head, and said thoughtfully, "Then, Hui Jun also studied in ordinary middle schools before, were you very popular before?" type?"

Fu Heihui glanced at him in surprise, and said, "Not at all." People like the other party must be the type to be chased and intercepted on campus.

The male high school student who has always been less talkative did not express his thoughts.

"Eh? That's not the case." Makoto Qigong was also surprised, "Because Hui's appearance is very good, I thought..."

"What are you talking about?" Knotabagi Yujin approached from behind enthusiastically.

"Youren, weren't you in front just now?" Qi Gongcheng asked.

"Yes." The pink-haired boy said heartily, "Then he accelerated for a while and caught up with you again."

This is a trap, Qi Gongcheng and Fu Hei Hui flashed such a thought in their hearts.

Regardless of mana power, the physical fitness of Knotweed Yujin is definitely the limit that human beings in the whole world can achieve.

"Youren, let's have a fight later!" Chanyuan Maki also ran over and said with a raised voice.

"No problem, Maki-san." The young man readily agreed.

Noticing the interaction between the two, Xia Youjie who was standing in the training ground frowned slightly.

When the female high school student with the ponytail ran away, the panda came up sneakily: "Have you noticed that Mr. Xia You never seems to praise Maki?"

"Salmon." Curly Thorn, the spellcaster dog, nodded.

"Maybe it's because the teacher is better at using magic spells than physical skills?" Fu Heihui guessed, "That's why I never made an evaluation."

"But Maki is obviously the strongest in physical skills among all of you, even ordinary people can tell at a glance." Nagasaki Yarose retorted.

"Then why is this?" Qi Gongcheng asked.

Everyone looked at each other, obviously not knowing the reason.

After the day's training was completed, Xia Youjie called Qi Gongcheng to stop him.

"Theoretically, Wulai should take you to do the first mission." Xia Youjie said, "But he happened to be on a business trip today, so he left the matter to me."

"Then, where will Jie take me?" Qi Gongcheng asked.

In the reality he lives in, that is, the interstellar era, the etiquette in interpersonal communication is simplified as much as possible. Even with the existence of the system voice package, it is inevitable that there will be differences from others in terms of addressing.For example, he skipped the stage of addressing his surnames when dealing with Knotweed Yuren, Fu Heihui, and Chanyuan Maki at the same level, thinking that this was the norm.

The same is true for Xia Youjie at this time. After the other party became his substitute teacher, Qi Gongcheng's address became more intimate.

Xia Youjie looked at his appearance: "The location of this mission is not far away, it's just in a red light district."

"Aren't the others going?" Qi Gongcheng asked curiously as he walked beside the man with half-ball hair.

"Well, they have other tasks."

The other party's fox-like eyes swept over the young man in high clothes, "You can't do it in such a costume."

The man took out something from the wide sleeve of the cassock, and Qi Gongcheng took a closer look and found that it was a pair of large-framed sunglasses.

He stretched out his hand to take it, but the other party raised his hand slightly to avoid it, put it on for him and adjusted the position of the sunglasses himself.

"When you get there, remember to follow me closely."

The two arrived at Kabukicho in Shinjuku District in a spell controlled by Xia Youjie himself.Landed on the top floor of an unobtrusive building.

Below is the street filled with colorful lights. Even though it was already night, the crowd below did not decrease but increased.There is an endless stream of people coming and going.

Standing on a high place, the night wind blew the hem of their clothes.Compared with the hustle and bustle coming from tens of meters below, this place is extremely quiet.

Makoto Qigong stood beside the black-haired man and noticed that he was looking down at the area expressionlessly.

Usually, this young man who is used to wearing loose cassocks always has a smile on his face, showing a much stronger affinity than Gojo Satoru.It's just that he restrained his expression at this time, and it seemed a little gloomy.

"What is our task specifically?" The boy raised his eyes and asked, "Also, don't you need auxiliary supervision this time?"

"The assistant supervisor is only responsible for letting go of the account. It was very late, so I didn't contact them." Xia Youjie put away his original expression and said gently.

"The task this time is to exorcise a second-level curse spirit and several third-level curse spirits that were born in Kabukicho." Xia Youjie said, "I remember not long ago, after attending the exchange meeting, you have been It is recommended to become a first-level conjurer, so this task is suitable for you to practice."

"I understand." Makoto Qigong said, the complex and mathematically beautiful geometric patterns in the blue eyes began to rotate, forming a gear-like pattern at a very close distance in front of his eyes.

"So it's there." The boy's eyes fell on the middle of the building behind the neon signboard below.

"In the past?" Qi Gongcheng raised his hand very naturally to grab Xia Youjie's sleeve, just like ten years ago, a young child once held the hand of a black-haired boy and walked across the field ridges.

Xia Youjie didn't say anything, but led the other party to land in an inconspicuous corner of the street below through the spell.

In such a crowded area, the man in cassock and the young man following him were extremely eye-catching with their attire and undisguised appearance.

"This guest, why haven't you two been entertained yet?" The coquettishly dressed woman approached enthusiastically, showing a business-like smile, and smelled the perfume on her body.

Xia Youjie shook his head, revealing a veiled refusal, and he pulled a smile belonging to the leader of Pan Xing, "No need."

"Wait," the woman glanced at the two people's clothes, which were of excellent fabric at first glance, "Since the guest is here, let's order a glass of wine before leaving."

Qi Gongcheng smiled at the woman apologetically, and was quickly pulled away by Xia Youjie.

The man put his hand through his sleeve, and pulled the boy's hand that was pulling the hem of his clothes as if possessive.

His hand easily wrapped around the clenched boy's hand, protecting him from the men and women soliciting customers, passing through all kinds of people, and walking all the way to the direction of the counter manager.