[Actually, it's okay to use your surname.]

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't have the chance to say them. Yagi Ryoei sighed in her heart again and left her world.

The subway was very crowded, and the old ventilation vents were gasping for air, trying to dispel the heat caused by the crowd. However, it was obviously futile. Ryōei was standing near the window and vent, but he was still suffocated by the oppressive atmosphere in the subway.

Three days ago, after discussing everything with his mother, Uncle Paper Cutter sent him to this strange city with all the exams and equipment he would need in the near future.

Without the company of his family, even if he lived in a big house, it would be extremely boring. Therefore, Ryōei's daily life became [Searching for interesting places to help others].

For example, yesterday, Ryōei helped the uncles from the nearby police station to recycle all the garbage that blocked the city's sewers.

He didn't expect to receive a bag of candy _ (: з 」 ∠) _ …

Feeling a little dizzy, Ryōei massaged his temples and took out his phone. He looked at the map of the area, hoping that reading would clear his mind.

His fingertips slid on the screen rhythmically. The nearby buildings, people, traffic, street congestion, specialty snacks, locations, and crime rate were all displayed at a glance, and it was vividly displayed in the form of a 3D projection.

This was the new civilian technology developed by Lingshang Group — [Universal Map]. Currently, it only had the special effect of 3D projection. Of course, the follow-up functions were still under development …

"If I change the line, there will be a beach park … There aren't many people there, and I heard that Ormet appeared there before." Ryōei thought about it and felt that he didn't have anything important to do, so he should try swimming there. "Then it's decided!"

With a snap of his fingers, Ryōei, who had regained his good mood, put his phone back into his pocket. But at this moment, he caught a glimpse of the shadow reflected in the subway window in the distance, and the thief's movements were clearly visible.

His blue eyes quickly scanned around, and he wasn't the only one who noticed this. Most passengers were sensitive and vigilant about this situation. In this society, everyone basically had a basic [Critical mentality] towards strangers …

"They all pretended not to see it …" The blond boy's voice was weak and almost inaudible. He pursed his lips and put on a mask that blended into the [Ormet Merchandise] uniform. He adjusted the Ormet themed baseball cap on his head and steadily approached the target.

"Ah, sorry."

"Please excuse me, thank you."

"Sorry, excuse me."

As he apologized in a low voice, Ryōei slowly moved forward. He didn't want to alert the thief, but unfortunately, his "Ormet" uniform was too conspicuous in the crowd. The thief noticed his movement when they were two meters apart. Perhaps he was just a beginner. He didn't care that he was still in the crowd and immediately used his hand as a knife to cut off the old lady's handbag. Forgetting that the train was still unstable due to inertia, he panicked and smashed through the window with his hand. Amidst the screams of the passengers, he ran out of the exit.

"My handbag!

There's also my grandson's tuition fee in there — "The old lady who had her bag stolen screamed on the train. Her" helpless personality "was also displayed abnormally. Everyone around her had a sympathetic look on their faces, as if they were really regretful and ashamed that they" didn't notice "the action of the culprit …

"Sh * t —" The old lady's crying stimulated Ryōei's nerves. A novice thief could break the window without caring about the safety of the passengers, but he couldn't.

With his hand on the door, Ryōei anxiously stomped his feet back and forth at the door of the train. "Hurry, hurry, hurry …"

Click —

The soles of his feet rubbed against the door frame of the train, and his hands reacted at the moment the door opened. The air resistance became a stepping stone. With just a few steps on the ground, Ryōei took out his extreme speed.

All kinds of running and jumping techniques emerged one after another. Like a white rabbit, he nimbly weaved through the crowded crowd. Every time Liang Ying ran a certain distance, his eyes would interact with his brain to capture the next landing spot, and in an immeasurable amount of time, he would calculate the escape route of the criminal, the time it would take for him to catch up, and the way to deal with him.

In less than ten seconds, Ryōei saw the thief with the bag. He was pushing the passing passengers, rushing in the direction of the exit. However, before he could step out of the door, the young man wearing Ormet's uniform had already grabbed his shoulder.

"Uncle, did you take something too much?" Ryōei smiled and blinked the only pair of clear eyes on his face. "I think it's better for you to return it."

Unlike the casual words that leaped from his mouth, the muscles on his arm were tense. The young man with blue pupils was ready to face the thief's counterattack at any time. As if he had calculated it in his mind, all he needed to do was to hook his leg and subdue the thief …

"Be careful!"

Somewhat unexpectedly, the man in front of him who almost committed a robbery suddenly changed his expression. He shook his hand that had a metallic luster, pointing behind him in horror and shouting, "Be careful behind you!!!"

The scream accompanied by the scorching heat wave came to the back of his head. Instinctively feeling the threat of death, Ryōei's body reacted one step ahead of his brain.

Without hesitation, he quickly moved his feet and hooked the uncle who was still standing in front of him. The young man relaxed his limbs and appeared to be in a semi-inverted position. He rolled sideways and fell to the ground while rubbing against the hot flame.

The sound of the explosion came from the automatic ticket collection machine behind them. The passengers had run far away when the fireball flew over, so, fortunately, other than Liang Ying and the middle-aged man, no one else was hit by the shrapnel of the explosion.

A little pain.

Gritting his teeth, Ryōei stood up and carefully protected the uncle who was too scared to stand up behind him. His blue eyes were exposed as he looked around vigilantly.

The fireball was launched from the center of the subway hall. Because the security guards and police blocked his view, Ryōei could only vaguely see that it was a burning man …

Personality offender, or … out of control?

"Wait, no — it was that time?!"

Ryōei remembered that when he was chasing the thief, he once saw a hooded man curled up on the ground being scalded by an ignorant child. "At that time, I only thought it was the heat from the boiling water, I didn't expect it to be personality —"

"All passengers, please leave from the third exit immediately."

"All passengers, please leave from the third exit immediately."

"I repeat, all passengers, please leave from the third exit immediately."

The subway broadcast came the evacuation message in time. After people heard it, they all rushed to the third exit furthest from the scene of the accident. They completely ignored the elderly and children around them as they pushed their way forward.

This was very common sense.

In this world where [Heroes] were everywhere, ordinary people would not have the leisure to [Play the Hero]. There were already corresponding people who would bear the responsibility, so why should they meddle in other people's business? Those who felt that they were powerless only needed to quietly stay by the side as a spectator, applaud those heroes when they succeeded, and look coldly at those heroes when they failed …

Haha, we can think about it from a more practical perspective.

Ignorant and numb people pay taxes to the rigid government, and the government allocates funds to heroes who are like clowns. Then shouldn't the heroes who receive their money risk their lives to protect them?

So … in this world, heroes are never [Heroes].

That is just a [Profession].

A profession that gambles with one's life.

A profession that fools use their lives to awaken a sense of justice.

A society that had lost the most basic spirit of helping others was selfish and self-interested. Needless to say, it wouldn't take long for Liang Ying and the thief to be left with single passengers dragging expensive luggage.

"I say … Aren't you two leaving?

You'll be finished if you get hit by the fireball! "

Surprisingly, a slightly obese auntie carrying a suitcase actually turned around at this critical moment and started … preaching to Ryōei and the thief?

"It's fine if young people don't respect life, but you're a big man, yet you're still foolishly lying on the ground!

Don't you know how to cherish your life!

Your parents will be worried too … "

"Do you think I don't want to leave!

If it wasn't for stealing — "The uncle who was rebuked and regained his sanity covered his mouth in time before he almost said the truth. He looked up at Ryōei with a serious expression, blushed, coughed, and said," Ahem … Anyway, if this little brother doesn't leave, I won't leave either. "

After being caught, you're quite obedient, uncle … _ (: з 」 ∠) _

Because of the uncle's answer, the auntie was stunned for a second. After looking around at the messy hall, she gritted her teeth and said, "If you want to die, you can die by yourself. I'm leaving first … Don't blame me for not reminding you — But if there's a few more fireballs, the entire subway hall will collapse sooner or later!

Hmph! "

The rumbling sound of the suitcase gradually faded away with the owner's hesitant footsteps. Just ten seconds later, only Ryōei and the uncle were left at Exit 1.

"… Uncle …" The temperature of the air continued to rise. After knowing the seriousness of the situation and estimating the corresponding solution, Ryōei wiped the sweat on his forehead, took off his mask, and smiled at the person behind him, "It's a special situation. Return the things, and you can leave first. I'll return them to the original owner later."

"You …"

"I saw it." Taking off his hat, Ryōei's messy blond hair was illuminated by the flames, shining like a candle in the dark, shining brightly. "Uncle wrote an apology letter to the old granny. There's also your address on it, right?"

"…"

"Uncle doesn't want to steal things, right?"

"…"

"Ha … It's all because of me … My personality is too weak." With a self-deprecating smile, the Personality Offender carefully untied the stolen package that was tied to his body with his almost transparent metallic hands. "There's no factory … no company that would want my personality that's specialized for [Petty Thief]."

"That's not a reason … Everyone has their own difficulties. The old granny is also very pitiful, that's for her grandson's tuition." Turning around, the young man picked up the package from the uncle's hands and carefully tied it to his body. "Also!

Personality isn't everything about a person! "

"The fire is about to spread here … Oh right!

Uncle, do you want to consider working at Lingshang Group?

Although it's just an ordinary workshop worker, the benefits are still very good … "

Looking at the uncle's incredulous expression, Ryōei grinned. With his back to the crazily burning fire, he imitated the "Ormet" smile.

"If you go to the detention center for theft, uncle's family will also be worried!"

"So, no matter what, please don't give up on your own life!"

"Little brat, don't say it like it's your last words."

After seeing Ryōei's face clearly under the illumination of the fire, the uncle finally understood that the young man in front of him was at most the same age as his son. He overcame the fear in his heart and stood up. He grabbed the young man's hand and ran desperately towards the third exit. "Bastard! Even if you want to help, you'll only cause more trouble!

Let's go out first and wait for the professional heroes to deal with this … "

"They'll need at least ten minutes to get here. The time in between is enough for the heat to reach its peak and for Mr. Flaming Man to cause another huge explosion …" Ryōei's free fingers nimbly slid on the Universal Map as he carefully analyzed the road congestion and nearby buildings shown above the explosion. "In an instant, not only the subway station, but even the school in the west will be involved —"

"The school in the west?!"

Upon hearing this, the uncle's footsteps subconsciously stopped in the middle of the passage. He widened his bloodshot eyes and slightly opened his trembling lips like a victim who was hastily sentenced to death by the murderer. He looked at Ryōei in disbelief and asked with a trembling voice, "… Are you sure?"

"Uncle's son is a junior high student there, right …" Calm and collected, Ryōei did not know how much he resembled his mother, Lingshang Zero, instead of his father, Ormet. He lowered his head and carefully checked his belt while speaking in a somewhat comforting tone, "There's a chemical factory 200 meters to the west and 400 meters to the southeast of the school. Uncle, there's a strong acetylene smell on your clothes. You pass by there every day. Don't tell me you don't know about it?"

"Oh … God … Damn it …" A personality offender who was willing to steal for the sake of his son's life naturally fell on his son.

Angrily kneeling on the ground, he angrily and helplessly hammered the floor with his metal-like hands. The poor [Personality Offender], who was deemed useless by society, cursed the people who still had hope in him. "Damn it!

Ahhhhh — why can't those heroes who eat the country's food hurry up — "

[— Why can they openly take our money, but not come to save us —]

"They … They … Aren't they … heroes?"

After understanding everything, the man who thought that there was no turning back crawled on the hot floor in despair and regret … When his hope was snatched away, he became a ball of self-loathing, causing sweat and tears to continuously drip on his ice-cold metal arm …

The design of the air vent here was very interesting. It was like a white flower quietly blooming on top of Ryōei's head. The golden-haired boy took off his coat, revealing a black combat suit that clung tightly to his body and a matte black belt that was slung diagonally around his waist.

The defensive power of the Kevlar and metallic titanium combat suit was quite good. Since he had already put on the foldable helmet that he took out from his tool belt, the smoke and dust from the explosion did not affect him too much. The only thing the teenager was worried about was timing.

The police began to gradually withdraw. This angle not only protected Ryōei and the others from the flames, but also blocked the line of sight of others searching …

As if abandoned by the world, not long after, only Ryōei, the middle-aged man, and Mr. Flame Man were left in this scorching space made of overlapping gold and red.

"Uncle, I didn't say that there was no turning back …" Taking out a spare helmet and putting it beside the middle-aged man who had given up on himself, Ryōei smiled and squeezed the silver-white iron ball that he took out from his belt. He hopped a few steps on one foot, bent down, and made a sprinting posture.

"Haha … As a [Hero], I am a person who can gradually break through a desperate situation at any time …"

1

The silent count of the syllables turned back time. The burning air danced wildly in the powerful sprint, as if a spark had fallen into a pot of boiling oil. In an instant, there was an explosive sound, and the raging flames also burst out.

2

Debris flew everywhere, breaking the silence. Every time the black figure moved, red spots of light fell like a crisscrossing drizzle. The glass on both sides of the guardrail had all shattered. The rubber running shoes made of ordinary materials caused sparks that were even more dazzling than the flames on the ground due to the short backflow of air and the high-speed running.

3

Due to the newly installed thermostatic system in the combat suit and helmet, Ryōei still had the strength to continue running in the world surrounded by flames. His heavy breathing echoed in the helmet, and he could no longer care about avoiding the debris. Before the last syllable left his mouth, Ryōei clenched the ball in his hand tightly. His knees bent slightly as he sprinted, and he leaped over the nearly two-meter-tall golden-red wall of fire. Then, with a beautiful side turn, he landed near the human figure that was emitting heat.

He pressed the iron ball hard on the spot where the man was scalded by the boiling water, but he did not expect the man to be so excited that he swept his foot. Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain from his arm and foot, Ryōei saw that the pink mucus inside began to spread as expected. Only then did he withdraw his arm, turned around, and fell backward.

Bang!

The deafening explosion was like the thunder before the apocalypse. The melted iron ball roared arrogantly. The boy who was hit by the shockwave was like a feather in a turbulent storm. He was flung violently against the metal railing.

"Cough cough … Unfortunately, I don't have any presence left …" As he held his burned arm and struggled to stand up, Ryōei looked at the pink mucus that scattered in all directions and extinguished the fire. A relieved smile appeared on his face under the helmet. "This is a perfect copy of Uncle Hirata's personality …"

[Rescue Mucus], developed by the Lingshang Group's technical department and the Lingshang Group's Hero Society, was based on Hirata's personality, [Devouring Mucus].

The super sticky mucus could absorb energy and regenerate, so it could be removed with a large amount of water. Its only weakness was that it could easily be spread through energy.

"Ha … If I didn't use the force of the explosion to deflect the mucus away, it would cause Mr. Flaming Man to suffocate to death. What a risky decision … Tsk …"

A gust of wind brushed past his arm, and the burning pain from his wound made Ryōei suck in a cold breath.

Many of the hard pieces of his shirt were embedded in his red flesh. After being burned by the fire, the dried blood curled around his arm like a lizard's limbs.

Ryōei gritted his teeth and closed his eyes to pull out all the large pieces. He bandaged his wound and then stood up to confirm the safety of Mr. Pink, who still had some semblance of consciousness.

Liang Ying dragged the thief closer to the exit and staggered towards the thief uncle who had been cowering all this while.

"Eh … Uncle, it's over …"

The man in his forties curled up next to the black helmet and slowly turned his head. He still looked like he had not recovered from the shock. His gray eyes were still filled with hot tears, mixed with fear and panic …

[Yoshihide Yagi] took a deep breath and squatted in front of the middle-aged thief. He patted his shoulder firmly with his uninjured hand, and at the same time, mimicked [Ormet]'s serious smile.

"It's okay now."

"Why are you asking?"

"Because I'm here!"

*

"So … Ryōei, you really gave us a big surprise …"

V Inside Rectilinear was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker. He sat beside Ryōei, whose right arm had just been bandaged, and said, "Although I should criticize you for trying to be a hero, if it wasn't for you, who knows how much damage we would have suffered …"

“?

Uncle V Inside Rectilinear is praising me, I'm a little embarrassed. Haha … "The blonde youth rubbed his head with his left hand.

He smiled and replied, "But, it's not all my credit. Everyone in the police station contributed a lot too."

"You kid …"

V Inside Rectilinear looked at the youth in front of him who was both bandaged and holding a walking stick. One of the injuries was from placing the mucus, and the other was from running out of the explosion range, and the other was from getting pierced by a piece of metal. He smiled and patted his shoulder, "You still have to work hard for the entrance exam of Xiongying. There's not much time left, do you have time to recover?"

"I should be able to make it in time … My recovery ability has always been pretty fast since I was young … Ouch …" She subconsciously twitched her right hand again. The intense pain from the wound made Liang Ying's face scrunch up like she had eaten a lemon.

"Haha … You better go back and rest, kid." Seeing Ryōei's expression?

Ti??

V Inside Rectilinear could not help but laugh out loud.

"… Okay."

Liang Ying replied weakly and nodded. She put on the dusty hat again and put the damaged equipment into the backpack she just bought. Then, she stood at the door with her walking stick. Just like how her mother taught her, Liang Ying looked at Liang Ying with a smile.

V Inside Rectilinear bowed and said, "I'm also very sorry!

I've disturbed your work! "

"Haha, it's okay. Be careful on the road!"

“?

Goodbye, Uncle V Inside Rectilinear! "

Following the sound of the door closing,?

V Inside Rectilinear's gaze turned back to the notes in his hand. The notes clearly recorded everything that happened.

Even when everyone ignored him, he chased after a thief by himself … no, Ueno's incident was clearly written in the book.

"Although there are some differences in personality, they are really similar in some aspects …" He put on the sand-colored hat that was placed on the side.

V Inside Rectilinear stood up and looked at the closed door as he muttered to himself, "… That kind of unending sense of justice …"

*

When he limped back home, the crimson sunset had dyed half of the sky.

Using the key to open the door of the mansion, Ryōei, who was feeling a little sleepy, climbed to the second floor of the side room and laid on the bed like a corpse.

"I don't even want to repair my equipment … Speaking of which, I was planning to go swimming in [Water] today … Ugh … Unlucky …"

Muttering to himself, he turned his head and saw the poster of Ormet on the wall. Covered in wounds, the extremely tired blond boy suddenly smiled.

"But, if it was Ormet, he would also make the same choice … Disregarding injuries, to help others …"

"Even if it's just [Emotionless]."

"Pfft —" The boy buried his face in the soft pillow as he muttered to himself.