Secret's! [War Of K-M-DGsp-M4221] Locked OSO.0
[B1-42] Terrorists & Assassins Are Actually Only True Slackers!

There's no time for me to drift around like this, huh, shit. How much is my credit left now, yes, Ret thought. He activated his smartphone and accessed his account balance in the World Bank Mobile Terminal portal, which showed the number: 0 Credits.

“Uh,” sigh Ret, shaking her head and sighing in frustration. “I know where that Orange Stamp Informant is right now. But ...”

Credit with a balance of 0 is tantamount to not living for any cluster resident. Ret can only survive 1 month before becoming a slave back or getting a random criminal record.

I only have 1 month to get the minimum Credit, huh―I don't want to go to the Slave Shelter again, damn―letagain sold in the Slave Market. Yesterday was a terrible event, Ret thought. He shook his head as he slightly recalled the incident in the Slave Shelter.

“.... I should avoid Gacha Crime in any court that happens, huh,” muttered Ret, sighing in frustration once again. I don't think the criminal record has had much effect. But if what N-who-o-o said is true?! What will happen to me later, uh, thought Ret, then continued muttering, “Being a slave and having 1 criminal record alone, is the same as being a slave for life, huh.”

Ret shudders at the thought of being someone's slave for the rest of his life.

“Don't until I get a criminal record,” Ret's resolve while tightly grasping her smarphone firmly, “Huh .... Whatever happens, lest I immerse myself into the World of Crime, again!”

Ret walked down the path in the lush forest wearing only a blue blanket on her waist. He was anxious to hurry back to the Inn because the night in the forest was very cold.

However, there was no time for her to complain, as she could only continue to walk the path, and Ret knew that Me and her uncle were like showing a special path leading to a certain District―Area, which she had no problem with, without any asphalt roads or highways visible.

With Credit 0 like this, do I have to go to Social Station alone, yes, thought Ret, but she immediately shook her head. “For now, I have to beg the Selui only.”

Ret came out of the woods.

The green meadow was surrounded by trees, lying before him. And he slightly raised his head, looking at the moon above him. Then, Ret saw a row of lush forest trees quite far away under the bright light of the moon.

Ret is back in the thick forest.

Anyway, thought Ret, walking towards the light of the moon, from the beginning my goal was only to heal his wounds.

However, it was different from the previous lush forest which was very green. The lush forest around him was now very

it looks like a dead forest. And the more he entered the lush forest, the darker it became and the smell was familiar to him.

“Huh ...” Ret exhales heavily, then closes his nose. Damnit. It stinks so much! But, thought Ret, then muttered, “I know I will ...”

Out of the lush forest that surrounds District.2―Area.0, Ret sees a row of Slum Buildings and highways that surround it.

“.... Already expected,” said Ret, looking at the back of the Big Building that was familiar to him. The residence of the beggar S-what-that?!

He entered the back alley of the Building where the Informant Beggar Pranko Blue lived. Then as he exits the other side of the alley, Ret sees the central Slum Park Area.0.

Yep. I can calm down now, knowing this is the Territory I know, Ret thought, nodding in relief. He returned to the Lodging Area.0 where he was staying.

Halfway he walked from the Slum Garden, the sun had already started to appear. Ret looked at the sun while muttering, “I haven't eaten at all, huh."

Ret back to the front of the suburban Lodging Building Area.0, right and right still the breakfast time is ready.

Entering the Dining Room first, the surrounding people were stunned when they saw Ret wearing only a blanket on her waist.

“What are you doing, Rat?”

“He seems to be going crazy?”

“Does he know common sense?!”

“Ah! Maybe Rat can no longer sell illegal information anymore―and now he is ******!!”

“Yes! Maybe like that, huh.”

Whispers of ridicule, clearly heard by Ret who was heading to the dining table he used to sit at.

Uh. I knew it would be like this―and also, what is it****, so Ret thought, sitting on the dining table chair.

Pramusaji restrained his laughter but kept coming at him.

“No. I'm not buying anything now. Just eat my breakfast, please.”

“O-oke~”

The maid still held back a laugh and turned towards the kitchen to pick up Ret's order.

“Happy to enjoy the meal, Rat.”

Without hearing the words of the waitress who was holding back laughter but still filled with sarcasm, Ret stood up and brought the breakfast dish to his room.

The sound of Ret's footsteps climbed the stairs, accompanying the laughter of the people in the Dining Room.

But Ret ignored him, and saw a pile of newspapers in the slit of his bedroom door. And he took all the papers, and opened the door.

“I'm back―”

Ret said, she broke up on her own when she saw Sei.

He was astonished to see Sei in an amazing position, lazily on his bed. Then as the two of them looked at each other, a pink-and-white business card fell from between Ret's waist blankets.

Well. Thank goodness, Ret thought, smiling with relief. “You look healthy, Sei.”

The woman ignored Ret, and with a serious expression behind her black mask, she corrected her sleeping position.

“Ng.” Sei leaned against the wall while saying to Ret, “You've been working hard―”

Sei's observant eyes could see the business card that Ret dropped. The woman suddenly frowned deeply, and was accompanied by a very dark and gloomy face.

“What is it, Rat?” asked Sei, in a very cold tone.

That?! K-Card name from Me? Huh. That, Ret thought, lowered his head and looked at the very bright business card on the floor. “I-it ..”

Ret started to get nervous and could not move in the slightest. He pegged on the spot while carrying a newspaper and a tray.

“Ng?” urged Sei, staring intently at Ret who was still staring in place. “What, the?”

Sei then looked at Ret's body wearing only a blue blanket on her waist.

“I-in-this ...” Ret can only be silent, nervous and moody. “I-it.”

Sei's eyes continued to look at Ret's body, then stopped at the blue blanket on her waist.

Why should I be nervous?! Damnit. What is this ... Did I get caught cheating or what, Ret thought. Although he grumbled continuously in his heart, but his back still dripped with cold sweat.

Sei's sharp gaze, grew sharper as he stared at Ret's two black eyes.

Sei said angrily, “Have I expected, huh, you even played to the Brothel House? Ng ...? And that's District.5?! Which is the territory of the upper class population ...? Damnit. Don't say things like your stupid disability. If you don't really want to help me, just say from the beginning―let me here.”

“No. No, i-ini―i-it ..” Ret wanted to argue with him but was too nervous. And he could only approach Sei, holding a tray. “I mean, I―”

“And you sold all your clothes?!” Sei pinched his own eyebrows while shaking his head. “What are you doing, anyway, Rat.”

Ret is speechless. He was silent for a moment to string the right words together so that Sei could understand.

“I ...”

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N/A: {As shown in this [B] title, , ‘they’ who heralded things not understood Conscience and obviously an activity ‘kabur’ which is very damaging Empathy and Moral―when the original ‘they’ only lazy to work, right ...? “Cooperate with Sistem”?! The beginning of******* and Crime created it, one of which is the sentence. “Because it is unpleasant and feels very sickening when doing it continuously, it is called: ‘Work’. If something is obviously fun and happy, it's his name: ‘Main’”.}

{Yapc. Although the string of these words is equally hikki-NEET as well, anyway. Source: Bersin-man}