Multi-Anime, Kira Yoshikage Craves a Peaceful Life

"How can you be a harem fan?"

"You clearly gave it a 'toilet paper' rating—wasn't that because you loathed the second volume?"

"Why are you a harem fan?!"

Kira Yoshikage read the meaning in the girl's eyes and replied calmly:

"That's why I said I'm not your reader."

How could a harem fan possibly be a reader of a single-heroine story?

Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't take it, her face flushed with indignation:

"Then why did you read my book? Don't tell me you just flipped through it randomly—there are so many books in the store, why did you have to flip through mine?"

Kira Yoshikage answered seriously:

"Because Sayuka's illustrations are really great!"

Because Sayuka's hands were just too amazing, just like the hands of the author of Love Beat!

Kira Yoshikage's gaze lingered reluctantly on Kasumigaoka Utaha's hands, a strong urge to possess her surging within him.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was so angry she couldn't speak—so wasn't he still saying her book was toilet paper?

The illustrations are really great, but the book is just toilet paper—was he mocking her by saying her book was just buying illustrations and getting toilet paper for free?!

"That's it!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's pride took a massive blow, and she ground her teeth:

"I'll make you my reader!"

You only read her book for the illustrations, right? You like harems, don't you?

Then I'll write a harem, and make you unable to put Love Beat down! Then watch me slap your face!

"Oh."

Kira Yoshikage nodded. Just then, as if remembering something, he pulled out his phone, glanced at it, and turned to walk out from behind the counter.

Kasumigaoka Utaha shouted in dissatisfaction:

"I haven't finished my drink yet! Where are you going?"

Kira Yoshikage left without looking back, tossing out a light remark:

"Sorry, my shift's over. Find someone else to serve you."

A black-haired waiter took Kira Yoshikage's place, eyeing the girl's stunning face and asking with a hint of eagerness:

"Miss, what would you like to drink?"

"I'm not drinking!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha clenched her silver teeth, fuming as she stepped down from the high stool, and stormed off toward the elevator without a word.

She was already full of anger—how could she drink anything!?

"Shi-chan, wait for me!"

Machida Wako sighed helplessly, paid the bill, and hurried after her.

At Shuchiin Academy, the female students had two different uniform styles for winter and summer, but the male students wore the same outfit year-round.

The lower half was black dress pants, the upper half a black stand-collar uniform and a white shirt.

The only difference was that in summer, they could take off the black stand-collar uniform and just wear the short-sleeved white shirt.

So, as long as Kira Yoshikage took off his black uniform and wore only the white shirt and black pants, outsiders would mistake him for an ordinary office worker.

And in fact, that's exactly what he did.

As for why he didn't wear the white suit—it was because he only had one suit, and white got dirty easily, requiring frequent washing, so he couldn't wear it every day. He only put it on when he needed it for an interview.

So when Kira Yoshikage appeared before strangers in a white shirt and black pants, they'd just see him as an ordinary salaryman working late, and no one would pay him any attention.

Just like now.

A middle-aged man in a white down jacket, a black mask on his face, and messy, dirty yellow hair, brandished a fruit knife as a warning and sneered threateningly:

"Hey, kid, what are you looking at? None of your business—get lost!"

Kira Yoshikage glanced at the middle-aged man, who hadn't bathed in who knows how many days and reeked of sour sweat, then looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha, trapped under the streetlight, her small face pale—whether from the stench or the fear, he couldn't tell.

"So this is Japan's public safety? Love it, love it."

Kira Yoshikage watched the scene, his expression utterly calm, as if nothing surprised him.

Internationally, Japan was known for its low crime rate.

Some said it was because Japanese people 'don't want to cause trouble for others, so the crime rate is low.'

That was both true and false.

False, because Japan's criminals weren't any fewer than in other countries.

The so-called "low crime rate because people don't want to cause trouble for others" is purely wishful thinking on some people's part.

The reality is that because people don't want to cause trouble, victims often choose not to report incidents afterward.

Especially for "minor" crimes like robbery—if the amount stolen isn't huge, victims basically won't call the police.

Even if a single woman is raped, she likely won't report it either, because she fears losing face, fears it will make it impossible for her to stand in society or at her company.

Reporting to the police won't give her a sense of safety; instead, it will get her labeled as "troublesome" or "indecent."

Under the influence of various factors, fewer people report crimes, and the "crime rate" on paper naturally drops.

Beyond that, the Japanese authorities also engage in a "mutual effort"—

To maintain a "low crime rate," local governments typically choose to conceal criminal facts.

For example, an Osaka government that shall remain unnamed once covered up eighty thousand cases over five years.

Going further, Japanese law itself is designed to serve the "low crime rate." For instance, gangs and adult films, which are illegal in other countries, are legal in Japan.

In short:

As long as I legalize illegal acts, they aren't crimes. As long as criminal facts are concealed, there are no crimes!

With a two-pronged approach, how could the crime rate not be low?

Yet the truth is, in less than a month, Kira Yoshikage has already encountered two robberies and one suicide.

Japan's public security situation—those who know, know.

"Yare yare."

Kira Yoshikage expressionlessly tugged at his collar and walked straight toward Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Chapter 33: As Long As You Don't Report It, There's No Crime

Seeing Kira Yoshikage approaching step by step, the middle-aged man nervously aimed the knife at him, thick black mist surging from his body as he warned harshly:

"Don't come closer! I'm warning you, don't come any closer!"

Slap!

Kira Yoshikage's steps paused slightly, but only for a moment; he continued advancing toward the middle-aged man at a leisurely pace.

Seeing that he couldn't intimidate Kira Yoshikage, the middle-aged man turned the knife back toward Kasumigaoka Utaha, gritting his teeth in threat:

"Come any closer and I'll kill her!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man quickly moved toward Kasumigaoka Utaha, reaching out to grab the pale-faced girl.

At the same time, the thick black mist behind the middle-aged man rapidly coalesced into form, becoming a three-meter-tall evil spirit radiating an ominous aura, its face twisted and ferocious!

Following the middle-aged man's movements, that evil spirit also reached out, grabbing toward the nearby girl.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's face grew even paler, because she could see it—see that terrifying evil spirit formed from dense deathly energy!

From the start, she hadn't just been afraid of the man; she had pepper spray and a stun gun in her bag.

But how could those things deal with an evil spirit!

"Close your eyes."

A calm voice came to the girl's ear. Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps because of an inexplicable trust, Kasumigaoka Utaha shut her eyes amid violent trembling.

At the same moment, the distance between Kira Yoshikage and them had shrunk to within three meters!

Killer Queen!

A glint flashed in Kira Yoshikage's eyes, and the Pink Panther instantly appeared behind him, charging straight at the knife-wielding middle-aged man and the evil spirit behind him!

Ora!

Bam!

The upper half of the three-meter-tall evil spirit was instantly blasted away, but midway, it suddenly "snapped" back. Because the lower half of the evil spirit was inexplicably stuck fast to the middle-aged man's back.

This was a back spirit!

"You can see me!"

"Human, delicious, want to eat!"

Unprovokedly punched by someone, the evil spirit—its already twisted face now sporting a huge hole—felt no pain, instead letting out a sharp, excited shriek. It abandoned Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was right in front of it, and its body stretched abruptly, rapidly closing the distance with Kira Yoshikage.

At the same time, Kira Yoshikage calmly pressed down his thumb.

Bam!

The back spirit exploded in an instant of silence, making no sound and leaving no trace.

Thud!

The middle-aged man collapsed to the ground, screaming in terror:

"Ghost! There's a ghost!"

"No! Impossible! Ghosts don't exist!"

"Thinking is pie! Cheese is poison! Fake! It's all fake! Fake!"

Like a mentally unhinged madman, the middle-aged man kept muttering, "Thinking is a trap, cheese is poison," as he stumbled to his feet and ran screaming into a nearby alley.

"You can't fool me! You can't fool me! It's all fake!"

Kira Yoshikage glanced at him but chose not to give chase, as he was well aware of the law—killing someone was a crime if discovered.

Moreover.

The combination of the Anti-Intellectual Cult and an Evil Spirit was far too bizarre.

The reason the Anti-Intellectual Cult had always preached that "thinking is a trap, knowledge is poison" was because they believed all supernatural forces originated from human "cognition," including Evil Spirits.

The Anti-Intellectual Cult aimed to eliminate human "cognition" of the supernatural, thereby achieving the goal of eradicating supernatural forces.

In short, members of the Anti-Intellectual Cult firmly believed in the principle, "As long as I don't believe in ghosts, there are no ghosts in the world."

Although the Anti-Intellectual Cult's actions were somewhat extreme, their philosophy was indeed effective against anomalies to a certain extent.

Kira Yoshikage withdrew his thoughts, and the middle-aged man had already vanished completely into the darkness.

Kira Yoshikage casually pressed his thumb.

The dark alley fell utterly silent—no terrified screams from the middle-aged man, no sound of an explosion.

Nothing happened.

His peripheral vision swept over Kasumigaoka Utaha beside him. Even though the girl was trembling with fear, she obediently kept her eyes tightly shut.

Kasumigaoka Utaha had no idea what had happened.

Her memory stopped at the hideous Evil Spirit that had been almost pressed against her face, but then she heard the middle-aged man's terrified shout as he fled in panic.

Yet within seconds, everything seemed to return to calm.

Kasumigaoka Utaha asked nervously: