What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

Hiramu opened the doors of a building called Red Moon, its Altana Border Army Yoshiyoshi Corps.

"Come on, let's go."

A crazy Keita, then Musashi, a girl with red hair all over her leaning against Musashi, walks into the building. Hisaya, two Hinoto glasses men continue. Then there's also a skinny girl with a face hidden in her forehead to a woman with a flat lower body and hot pants that look like her bum is sticking. The charming hairy boy and the girl with the tattoo on her cheek also ran past me into the building.

All that's left is the boy's head glasses, the fat man with more hair, and then me.

We made him look at us somehow.

The boy glasses were odd when he did it, even though he was plain and in good shape, and he turned away quickly.

He's staring at me. [M] My mouth is open, and I wonder who's a little drooling, who said "I'm hungry" a few times, and I'm a lot hungry. You think of me as food, and you don't even look at me like I want to eat it, like I'm lost.

"Um..."

I fainted. [M]

"Yes, I'm telling you, because I, I can't eat. Yes, needless to say. I'm not edible. It's obvious. Well, I know...? You know that, right? There's no way you don't know...?

He nodded slowly.

I was relieved and sighed.

"Hey, hey."

And I was called by Hiramu.

"And the little one there, and the boy of Bose, and then the mushroom. How long have you been there? I'm in. I'm in. If you don't leave me alone, I'll be angry. Pussy pussy, yes."

"Ah."

He walked off a little while wiping his mouth off.

The boy's glasses want to see how I am.

"... mushroom calling..."

I hid my mouth with my hands and whined, chasing after the snuff. [M]

"But I'm a mushroom..."

That's right.

My name, apparently, is Mushroom. And I'm cutting my hair into mushrooms. So mushrooms to the name.

Mushrooms.

It is no wonder that I am named Mushroom. It feels convincing. Yeah, it's a mushroom, right? Nothing but mushrooms, like. I don't know why I made it into a mushroom cut, but I guess I had some kind of mushroom cut, and I think it would be fine with a mushroom cut.

But what is it?

It's annoying to be called a mushroom.

My name is a mushroom, so I can say it's the only way to be called a mushroom, but I can't help it because it still upsets me. It could be a matter of respect. Whether there is respect there. Calling me a "mushroom" is a lot different than calling me a "mushroom" with respect, for example, with ridiculous emotions. It's a big difference. Hiramu called me "mushroom cum cum" in such a tone that he was making fun of me. Yes, "mushrooms" is not the problem. I don't want to be fooled. Isn't that true of everyone? If you make fun of me, it comes to my head. If you were hella hella even though you were scorned, that would be stupid. If you're a fool, you might be able to make fun of me, but I'm not a fool. The conclusion is, die, Hiramu.

Die. Die. Die, Hiramu. Die.

I walked into the building through the side of Hiramu as I chanted in my chest. Me, the last time the kid's glasses went inside, Hiromu...

"Say hello to Jabri, and then say hello! Binary Rapid!"

And how I left my dumb-looking dialogue and closed the door.

Inside the building was a room like a hall in a liquor store, with a counter in the back and a man over there. Hiramu, but Bri, it must be this guy you called. Probably.

And then there's the twelve of us.

That is, there are thirteen human beings here.

It's too much space for the thirteen. In a room that seems to accommodate fifty or maybe a hundred or so people, Bri, the man across the counter, emits a different colour.

Whatever, my hair is green. She also has makeup and black lips. I guess that's the kind of lipstick you're applying. Then, my jaw is cracked.

Pretty disgusting.

"Phew."

Bri wrapped her arms around us, twisting her hips and looking around at us with a twisted eye. Even though the water colored eyes are beautiful, the eyesight and the kind are disgusting anyway.

"I don't feel very grainy."

That is ironic. Bri doesn't think of it as "grainy" at all. Rather, the opposite is true. Bri looks at us and thinks it's the other way around the grain, or "twelve that don't seem to work".

The twelve of them have me swept up too, so naturally, it's on my mind. I just want to protest, but I have something to worry about.

I wonder what exactly Bri sees us as "no" based on.

Apparently, Bri gave us a low "rating" for looking good. I wonder what Bri "rated".

"Right..."

Keita put her right hand in front of her face and pointed at Bri with her left index finger.

"You are the identity of Alvendraksh the Demon King...!

Bligh, for a moment, seemed surprised, but sighed quickly.

"... that, I must deliberately deny?

"If you are not Amboldrooga the Demon King, who are you...!?"

"That was a different name."

"Huh... this is what falls to talk about..."

"Yes?"

"If you are not Alvendraksh, the Demon King, or Amboldoruga, you are... Guashalabolakus, the Demon Angel...!

"You... your face looks good and your body looks good, but the contents are terrible."

"Shut up! You demon...!

"I'll offend you, won't I?

"Yikes!"

Keita jumped back and hid behind Musashi.

"... Not good. He's real, Musashi. Watch out... you'll be drawn to the darkness of eternity..."

"Sure, it sounds real..."

and hisaya the glasses with the shorter hair groaned.

"Uh-huh."

Bri laughed like a monster.

"Yes. Is Atashi real? You're so cute, too. What do you say, why don't you play with Atashi? Absolutely. I mean, I'm talking about framing or being framed."

"... eh, I won't hesitate"

Hisaiah took a half-step back.

"Hmm..."

A woman whose lower body seems to be squeezing and buttocks off, looking around the room,

"So what? They brought me something, but what are we doing here? I don't know, I have to do something. Are we talking about systems?

"Well."

Bri shrugged her shoulders,

"It's up to you guys to fuck or not. Atashi will scout you from now on. If only you would get a thankful offer from Atashi."

I arranged something on the counter.

Coins with a red colour......? And then, it's a little leather bag.

"Come on...... wait. Because the number is a little higher. Uh, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve... more. You have twelve sets. I'll give this one at a time to anyone who receives Atashi's offer."

"... the key to the enchantment, or..."

Keita said that while hiding on Musashi's back, Bri ignored it,

"You saw the sign on the table, didn't you? This is the office of Red Moon, an Altana Border Army proselytizing regiment. So, Atashi is the director. This."

And I pinched one coin-like thing. Seeing it, the three moons are made to emerge.

"Apprenticeship Prostitute ID Chapter, commonly known as the Apprenticeship Chapter. As its name suggests, it proves its identity as an apprentice prostitute. And the contents of the leather bag are, ten silver coins. Ten silver. You can choose. Take Atashi's offer to become an apprentice prostitute, or kick him out of here right now with your bare hands."

"Guilleuhay......?

The child twisted his neck. But really, my buttocks are going to stick out now.

Erotic.

"Damn. Prostitute."

When Bri laughed nicely, I was freaked out.

Scary.

"Yall's? Aren't you gonna fuck me? What are you gonna do? You don't mind either, do you?