Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 12

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They shrank back, panicked and helpless.

Ikki snapped back to her senses, her eyes widening in shock. Crap, this was going the wrong way!

Her sugar daddy looked like he was about to go dark!

If he really went that far, her little savings stash would be gone for good.

This was about her future high-paying side gigs!

Who ever thought they had too much money?

No way, no way, he couldn't turn evil!

She quickly knocked out a bunch of villagers.

Then smacked Geto hard on the back of his head.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"Did you forget all those dead influencers?"

"Do influencers not deserve names?"

"What do you mean persecuting sorcerers? They can't even tell sorcerers apart from non-sorcerers."

"So many people died—there were ordinary people and sorcerers. Are ordinary people's lives not lives too?"

"Maybe they're just plain dumbasses being ignorant, ever think of that?"

"And besides, it's not like there aren't sorcerers who persecute both sorcerers and ordinary people, right?"

"We're all human. Why divide people into ranks?"

"The world's huge, with billions of people, and you're gonna take the evil of a few and use it to define everyone? Then what about the kindness of the others? How come you don't see that?"

Ikki unleashed a verbal smackdown. Geto Suguru HP -10,000.

He choked.

Proud sorcerers had never once put themselves on the same scale as ordinary people.

Geto had split himself and ordinary people into two different species. He saw them as weak, as harmless ants.

Ants he had carefully protected.

So when those ants turned on his own kind, he suddenly realized—they weren't harmless. They had fangs. He had protected them, but in doing so, he had hurt his own.

That was why he got angry. That was why he couldn't accept it.

The ants were no longer something that needed his protection. They were pests that needed extermination.

The girl's words hit the nail on the head, stabbing right into the arrogance he had buried so deep he hadn't even noticed it himself.

A trace of confusion flickered through Geto's heart.

Was he wrong?

No, he wasn't wrong!

Geto reflexively told himself.

He let out a cold laugh. "Monkeys don't deserve to live in my world."

Ikki: "..."

This master was way too far gone, stubborn beyond saving.

Ikki decided on physical persuasion—she knocked him out.

That was when Gojo, who had been quiet this whole time, finally spoke, "Ikki, what do you want to do next?"

"First, deal with the cursed spirit. Then..." Ikki pulled out her phone, speaking with righteous conviction, "Call the cops."

Gojo: "...Call the cops?"

Seeing the doubt in his tone, Ikki stared at him, shocked. "No way, don't tell me you were planning to handle it yourself?"

Were all sorcerers this hardcore?

"Mr. Gojo," she said firmly, "there's this thing called the police—they keep society in order. And there's this place called prison! It's for locking up bad people."

"The crimes of ordinary people should be dealt with in ordinary people's ways."

"We don't need to dirty our own hands for scum like this!"

So yeah—absolutely no vigilante justice!

The Ohkura Village incident was perfectly solved, and as a buy-one-get-one, they even threw in a Geto Suguru.

Gojo was very satisfied and transferred ten million that very day.

The tip alone was five million!

A broke nobody turned into a rich lady overnight!

Ikki got so excited, she pinned Gojo's number to the top on the spot.

And she even seriously renamed it "Money King Daddy."

Then she set it to special attention.

A sudden windfall of ten million, how could she not celebrate?

Good booze, good food, all lined up—today she was gonna eat till she burst!

Lucky thing, she was in Kanagawa, and Kanagawa was her turf.

Every street, every alley—what stall hadn't she visited, what restaurant hadn't she eaten at?

But if you had to say which was the best, it was the one near her school.

Think it, do it, no hesitation.

Ikki threw on her backpack, and her legs carried her like lightning.

In just three seconds, she reached her destination.

The place was called Ohka Barbecue.

The owner was forty-one this year, had been running it for twenty years, and his skills were off the charts.

Most importantly, the guy was honest—never shorted the weight, always served up huge portions!

If you had to ask, who in the universe could really eat?

Saiyans and Yato were number one.

One meal equaled fifty of a normal person's.

Which meant most of them were broke as hell.

If they ever ate their fill, three months' salary wouldn't even cover it.

So to save money,

She had no choice but to gnaw on plain rice with tears in her eyes, then sneak into the deep mountains later for a wild feast.

Too bad her barbecue skills were trash, the taste was meh.

But! From now on, things were different!

She had a Money God dropping from the sky!

Just moving around a little and she netted millions!

What did that mean?

That meant she could finally eat till she was full!

Whatever she wanted!

The smell of barbecue wrapped around her nose, the little fairies on the grill sizzled and popped, twisting their tiny waists and calling out to her, "Come on~ boss~"

Ikki rubbed her hands together, grinning,

"Boss is coming right now!!!"

That night, Ikki devoured like a beast, swallowing mountains and rivers, singlehandedly wiping out ten bowls of curry rice, forty plates of barbecue, six giant bowls of ramen, and thirty-five trays of sushi.

From just blending into the crowd, to having all eyes on her.

From being the center of attention, to utterly shocking the world.

Finally, under everyone's stunned stares, she patted her belly—only sixty percent full—flicked her sleeve, and walked away in style.

From then on, she became the uncrowned queen of the foodie world, the everlasting legend of Ohka Barbecue.

Carrying takeout and strolling down the street, Ikki walked home at an easy pace.

After eating down an entire street, she was covered in the scent of fire and smoke.

One sniff of hotpot, barbecue, and stinky tofu, another sniff of cream cheese and bread.

Ikki let out a huge burp. The taste—pure bliss!

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