Chapter 1466
You've been officially hired, but you'll have to face Cui Ming's special
Kirino Makio, that unlucky fellow, has now turned misfortune into blessing.
You've been given a permanent position!
Having a permanent position is a good thing!
At least it's a secure job!
His monthly salary arrives on time, he gets three free meals a day in the cafeteria, his dormitory has a private bathroom, and there's even a dedicated medical team to take care of his eyes, which have been tormented by his prophetic abilities to the point of near blindness.
While Kirino Makio may not be able to provide real-time updates on the prophecies, he can at least offer some assistance.
After all, nothing involving monsters is ever simple.
It's good to know in advance.
At the very least, they should have evacuated or deployed firepower in advance.
Three days before Gazort appeared last time, Kirino Makio was rolling around in his dorm room, clutching his head and shouting, "Here it comes! Here it comes! It can fly! It can generate electricity! It likes to eat its friends!"
The Victory Team deployed in the ionosphere three days in advance. When Gazort finally showed up, he was met with saturation fire from twenty fighter jets, as well as high-explosive mines that Cui Ming had laid in advance.
That battle was fought brilliantly, with zero casualties.
Cui Ming particularly liked Kirino Makio.
After all, it allowed Cui Ming to place the explosives ahead of time.
“Xiao Tong,” Cui Ming would always approach him with a smile, carrying two lumps of iron in his hand, “Come on, let’s see if there’s any big commotion in this place in a few days?”
Kirino Makio, however, did not like Choi Myeong.
Damn it.
You're the one I fear most!
My prediction isn't targeted, you're about to be surrounded by onlookers! Dude, don't come near me!
Every time Cui Ming gets close, Kirino Makio's precognitive abilities go off like a runaway alarm.
Getter Emperor's red eye blinked once in the void.
The heat plate of Mazinger Zero lit up for a moment.
The tail of the giant sandstorm swept through his mind.
Dark Lugiel's dark sparks flickered.
Then that damn image popped up above his head with a "whoosh," and Tom, Jerry, and Spike lined up to slap him across the face.
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
A triple strike, as steady as a rock.
Cui Ming watched with great interest, even clapping his hands: "Great job! One more!"
Kirino Makio covered his face, swallowing his tears.
Of course, all of this was his own thought.
Faced with Cui's order, Kirino Makio could only smile wryly and cooperate.
"Brother Cui... Brother Cui... Where do you mean? Let me see..."
He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and shakily activated his ability.
We can't refuse to cooperate.
This guy really does train with himself!
Last time, when Kirino Makio said he couldn't cooperate, Cui Ming simply picked him up and ran him around the base twenty times.
Twenty laps!
He said as he ran, "My physical fitness is too poor. I get dizzy easily when I'm making predictions. I'll be fine after some exercise."
Kirino Makio vomited three times by the tenth lap, and by the fifteenth lap, he could see his great-grandmother waving from the other side of the river.
From then on, Kirino Makio learned his lesson.
If Cui orders him to go east, he will never go west.
When Cui Ming spoke the prophecy, he immediately closed his eyes.
Even with his eyes closed, he could see Emperor Getter making a heart shape with his hands.
It's better than being forced into training.
Woo woo woo.
Having a government-affiliated position is really great.
But could you... transfer Cui Ming to another department?
Kirino Makio watched Cui Ming's departing figure and silently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
That figure looked exceptionally dashing in the sunlight.
Meanwhile, Kirino Makio's knee was still throbbing.
Injuries from the training camp.
It's beyond repair.
Of course, all of these are fake.
Cui Ming's healing gun sprayed out nano-healing liquid that could heal him instantly.
That thing sprays out like a water gun; if you spray it on your legs, it can fix any injuries from training, even if your leg is broken, and it can also clean the dirt out of your fingernails.
Kirino Makio simply didn't want anyone to treat him.
At least I can be lazy for a while.
Every time the medical team came with their treatment guns, Kirino Makio would hug his knees and shrink into a corner, shaking his head with tears in his eyes.
"Don't come any closer, let me feel the pain a little longer."
Her tone was just like that of a wronged young wife, who was bullied by life but dared not speak out loud.
The medical team looked helpless.
“Mr. Kirino, your knee is just a muscle strain. One spray and it’ll be fine in three seconds. You’ve been in pain for three days.” “You don’t understand.”
Kirino Makio buried his face in his arms, his voice muffled.
"You get used to the pain eventually, but once it's healed, you have to go back to training, and I don't want to run."
He looked so aggrieved; anyone who didn't know better would think someone owed him eight hundred yuan.
Kirino Makio was also at a loss.
He knew that Cui Ming, the Storm One, was simply afraid that his prophetic unit would be unable to escape if it were ambushed by the enemy.
After all, regarding the Gazort incident last time, Kirino Makio fainted immediately after making his prediction, and it was Cui Ming who pulled him out of the ruins.
But knowing is one thing, being afraid is another.
Every time Cui Ming walked over with a smile, Kirino Makio felt a chill run down his spine.
It's not that Cui Ming is scary.
It was the group of beings watching Cui Ming from behind that were terrifying.
Getter Emperor, Mazinger Zero, Grand Theft Auto, Dark Lugiel...
If any one of those four blinked, Kirino Makio would have a mental breakdown.
And that damn frame.
Tom, Jerry, Spike...
Woo woo woo.
Kirino Makio felt increasingly aggrieved as he thought about it, burying his face in the pillow and trembling in his shoulders.
She looked like a wronged little wife.
The medical team stood by, holding up their treatment guns, unsure whether to spray or not.
“Um… Mr. Kirino, the director said that if you continue to delay treatment, he will come to see you in person.”
Kirino Makio suddenly looked up, his face still streaked with tears, his eyes wide open.
"No! I'll treat him! I'll treat him, okay?!"
He snatched the healing gun and sprayed it haphazardly onto his knees twice.
The moment the nano-liquid comes into contact with the skin, the strained muscles instantly recover completely, and even the bruises disappear.
Looking at his perfectly intact knee, Kirino Makio's tears flowed even more fiercely.
"Oh no... I have to run again..."
He lay paralyzed on the bed, limbs outstretched, like a rag doll whose soul had been ripped out.
Outside the window, shouts echoed from the training grounds of the base.
That was the Victory Team doing their morning practice.
Kirino Makio pulled the blanket over his head, his voice muffled.
"Let me die."
"At least let me pretend to be sick until tomorrow."
Woo woo woo.
He curled up in the blankets, looking like a wronged wife who had been bullied by the whole world.
Wronged.
I feel so wronged.
But feeling wronged is useless.
Because three minutes later, there was a knock on the dormitory door.
"Kirino, get up, it's ten kilometers today."
Kirino Makio shuddered under the covers.
Then he let out a desperate wail.
"I'm not here—!!!"
The person outside the door was silent for two seconds.
“I heard your voice.”
"..."
Kirino Makio buried his face in the pillow, his tears soaking a large area of the pillowcase.
Having a government-affiliated position is really great.
A secure job is really appealing.
But could we... cancel the field training?
Woo woo woo.
He slowly got up, wiping away tears as he put on his shoes, his movements as slow as if he were going to the execution ground.
Every step he took exuded a sense of desolation, as if he were being oppressed by life.
She looked like a wronged wife.
They still dared not resist. (End of Chapter)