Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 3

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"If you keep being so stubborn about it."

"One day, I'll end it myself...."

...Suguru.

"Ah... is that so." Geto let out a soft sigh. "Then it would truly be my honor."

Anyway, the two of them couldn't reach an agreement, so yeah, time to fight.

This was the Shinkansen. To protect the weak little monkeys, Gojo definitely wouldn't be going all out. All Geto needed was a ten-second delay, and he could immediately slip away.

So Geto got ready to release his special-grade imaginary cursed spirit—Tamamo-no-Mae—to stir up some chaos.

But unexpectedly, right in the middle of the intense standoff between the two of them—

A female monkey showed up.

She raised her tiny hand.

Tamamo-no-Mae was gone...

Gone!

It was gone!!!

Just hopped on the train and lost half his battle power!

And to think just moments ago, he was shouting so confidently to his old friend: monkeys are weak and dumb, they spawn cursed spirits and are noisy, why bother protecting them?

Only to get instantly smacked in the face by reality.

Geto felt his face burn.

Right then, the female monkey across from him raised her hand again.

Years of battle experience had him instantly on high alert, muscles tensing, cursed energy wrapping around his whole body. His eyes scanned in all directions, ears tuned to every sound, every cell in a Level 1 emergency state.

And still, he got hit.

The girl, with her soft and delicate palm, her slender little wrist, brought down a crushing force like a tidal wave, and before he could even react, she blew through his cursed energy, shattered his defenses, and smacked him aside in one clean move.

"What year do you think it is? The Qing Dynasty's long gone, and you're still out here doing race discrimination!"

"If you've got time, try reading more books."

"You're a grown-ass man, why are you still acting like such an edgy teen?"

"Do it again next time, and I'll break your legs!"

With that, she left.

Leaving him behind, slumped like a discarded ragdoll by the side of the road, his back hitting the armrest, the back of his head to the floor, eyes blank, soul halfway gone, face dazed, questioning his entire existence.

Click click click. Off to the side, a flash went off.

And there was Gojo Satoru, phone in hand, snapping away from all angles, thumb slamming on the screen, the flash flickering nonstop like strobe lights, taking dozens of shots at light speed, grinning like a total idiot.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA oh my god you look like a mess, Suguru—HAHAHA look over here look over here~"

"I'm sending these to Shoko and the others."

"HAHAHAH hehehehehehehe snort wheeze~"

Gojo Satoru laughed like a literal pig.

Geto Suguru: I'm tired. Let the world burn...

Meanwhile, on the other side, after getting out of sight from the two of them, Ikki immediately picked up her suitcase and yeeted herself out the window overnight.

Her cover was blown—if she didn't run now, was she supposed to just wait around and get caught?

She'd seen enough movies and knew all the tropes.

This wasn't Disney. Wishful thinking had no place here.

Humans had always been a cruel and gentle species.

A scene flashed through Ikki's mind.

Up in the sky, a bunch of helicopters circled overhead.

"Target spotted."

"Quick! Get ready to fire!!"

After a round of wild bombing—

She was completely unharmed.

The government freaked out.

This person's actually that dangerous?

No way, we have to eliminate her!

And then...

"Missiles ready..."

"Lock on—"

"Fire!"

BOOM BOOM——

Smoke filled the sky.

She was still alive.

After that, she and the government put on a whole show of chase-and-counter-chase, fleeing-and-fighting-back, a full-on action blockbuster.

Then later, one of her ultimate moves got out of control—mountains crumbled, the land split apart, Japan was in danger!

In an instant, she shot to SSS-level terrorist status, drawing attention from countries all over the world.

To eliminate this threat, one country decided to use nuclear weapons.

That day, a massive mushroom cloud lit up the sky.

And she—stepped out through the thick smoke, through piles of bloody, mangled limbs, through shattered ruins, only lightly injured.

Why?

She howled up at the sky.

She'd helped old ladies cross the street, picked up wads of cash and turned them in to the police.

At school, she respected her teachers and was warm and loving toward classmates.

She followed the rules and didn't cause trouble.

So lowkey!

So well-behaved!

Why couldn't the world accept her?

Torrential rain poured down—worse than the day Yiping went to find her dad*.

(*a meme comes from a very famous and melodramatic scene in the 1998 Chinese-Taiwanese television period drama "Romance in the Rain", adapted from a Chiung Yao's novel "Fire and Rain".)

She knelt on the ground, eyes bloodshot, completely broken inside, howling up into the sky, one foot stomping the earth, sword pointed at the heavens, roaring:

"My fate is mine alone, not Heaven's!"

"I'll betray the world before I let the world betray me!!"

From that moment on, she fell into a dark cult, set on destroying the heavenly order—cough, wrong script.

Ikki shook off the overly edgy thoughts in her head. She was a decent, morally upright young woman. Was she ugly? No. Was money not amazing?

Why would she go looking for suffering?

Besides, as that one famous rat saying goes: there's always a bigger fish. You act too cocky, and sooner or later some boss-level character's gonna come teach you a lesson.

And she—was just an ordinary person.

Good thing she'd always had foresight. Years of living in disguise: bangs covering her face, a hat on her head—her own mom wouldn't recognize her.

So, as long as she tied up those bangs, changed her hairstyle and outfit, she'd just go back to being the most unremarkable little nobody in the crowd.

Classic her!

Thumbs up.

July weather was hot and muggy, with drizzle falling nonstop.

In Tokyo's 33rd district, something not too big but not too small happened at the Unicorn Apartment: unit 303, which had been vacant forever, finally got rented out.

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