Over the course of that year, Ragnar Kagenou’s relationship with Yuta Okkotsu and Rika Orimoto grew closer at an astonishing pace.
Their affinity with him rose so quickly that both of them had even appeared on his system’s friend list.
That said, the real problem was something else entirely.
The moment school ended, those two would come straight to his house.
At this point, they practically treated Ragnar’s home like their own.
Knock.
Knock.
The instant he heard that familiar rhythm at the door, Ragnar already knew who it was.
Yuta Okkotsu and Rika Orimoto had arrived.
“Yeah, yeah.
I’m coming.” Ragnar opened the door, and the two little troublemakers immediately slipped under his arm and dashed inside.
As usual, they tossed their school bags onto the sofa without hesitation, completely at ease.
Then they turned on the television just in time for the six o’clock cartoon.
Not long after that, they opened the refrigerator, pulled out iced watermelon and milk, and made themselves comfortable.
Yuta looked over with a grin.
“Ragnar-nii, what are we having for dinner today?” Beside him, Rika, who was working on her homework, looked up as well.
“Yes, what are we eating today?” Ragnar answered while glancing toward the kitchen.
“Ginger pork, miso soup, and tempura.” “Great!” The two of them lit up at once.
Ragnar looked at them and sighed.
“You two come here every day without fail.
Aren’t you worried your families are going to come looking for you?” To his surprise, the two of them answered in perfect unison.
“No.” Ragnar fell silent for a second, then shook his head.
“…At this point, I guess I really am stuck with you two.” After the three of them finished dinner, Ragnar finally spoke.
“I’m going abroad tomorrow, so don’t come over for a while.” Yuta froze.
“Eh?” Rika looked up immediately.
“Ragnar-nii… are we causing trouble for you?
We… we…” Ragnar cut her off before she could spiral any further.
“No.
It has nothing to do with that.” “I just have something to handle overseas.” Rika lowered her voice.
“How long will you be gone?” Yuta asked right after her.
“Yeah… how long?” Ragnar leaned back slightly.
“Probably for a while.
I won’t be back that soon.” Rika’s expression dimmed.
“…I see.” Yuta hesitated, then said seriously, “Then when you come back, you have to come see us right away.” Ragnar looked at the two children and gave a small nod.
“Of course.” “The moment I’m back, I’ll come find you.” The two of them immediately responded together.
“Promise.” Ragnar let out a faint laugh.
“Fine.
I promise.” He hooked pinkies with both of them in turn.
Only after settling the two children down and taking them home himself did Ragnar finally return to his own place.
You could say he was unexpectedly conscientious in weird places.
Once he got back, he opened the Curse User website.
That was right.
The Curse User website.
Ragnar had an account there too.
And not only that, his account level was not low at all.
Mission: Kill Tokyo Jujutsu High Special Grade Sorcerer Gojo Satoru Reward: 1,450,000,000 yen Mission: Kill Tokyo Jujutsu High Special Grade Sorcerer Tsukumo Yuki Reward: 1,300,000,000 yen Mission: Kill Tokyo Jujutsu High Special Grade Sorcerer Ragnar Kagenou Reward: 1,200,000,000 yen Ragnar stared at the screen.
“Oh?” “So my bounty went up again.” “If I’d known, I should’ve gone around showing off like Gojo and wiped out even more Curse Users.” “Then maybe my price would’ve gone higher than his.” Thanks to this site, all kinds of overconfident Curse Users kept coming after impossible rewards.
After all, if someone really managed to kill a Special Grade sorcerer, the payout would be enough for them to live in luxury for the rest of their life.
And Ragnar had made very effective use of that fact.
Every fool who came after him only ended up turning into more Cursed Energy for him.
As he browsed through the listings, he soon found a mission that looked relatively simple.
Protect a certain financial backer tied to a Curse User group during an overseas trip.
Of course, once they arrived, he could always dispose of the man afterward and keep those Curse User groups from continuing to collude with Cursed Spirits.
People like that only made life more troublesome for everyone living in peaceful times.
And worse, they interrupted Ragnar’s own peaceful life too.
Mission: Ensure the safety of the financier backing Curse User Group X Destination: Ukraine Protection period: Seven days Mission time: Flight departs three days later at noon Reward conditions: Requires six Grade 2 curse users — 40,000 yen Requires three Grade 1 curse users — 80,000 yen Ragnar narrowed his eyes slightly.
“This one’s not bad.” Five Grade 2 curse users still meant a useful chunk of Cursed Energy.
Even scraps were still scraps worth picking up.
And as for the three Grade 1 curse users… Ragnar’s lips curled.
That was the real prize.
He had no intention of wasting one of the Grade 1 slots.
A Grade 2 slot was enough to get him in.
Beep.
A notification appeared on the screen.
Curse User: Streetlight King has successfully accepted the mission Registered slot: Grade 2 curse user Ragnar leaned back with satisfaction.
“Nice.” “A mission like this doesn’t come around often.” Just as he was about to get some sleep before heading out to collect what he mentally classified as fresh EXP, another message popped up on the page.
Location: Tokyo International Airport Time: Depart immediately 03:10 Late arrival will be treated as mission failure Ragnar looked at the pendulum clock beside him.
3:00 a.m.
Which meant he had to get to Tokyo International Airport in ten minutes.
He stared at the message for a moment, then gave a dry laugh.
“Of course.” “As expected, time is something only other people are supposed to worry about.” Ragnar casually ran a hand through his hair and slicked it back, though two strands still fell loose over his forehead.
Still, the moment he did, his entire presence shifted.
Then, golden ripples spread out behind him.
A golden motorcycle emerged from the Gate of Babylon.
Ragnar stepped forward and mounted it in one smooth motion.
“Five minutes is enough.” A streak of golden light tore through the road.
Screech.
Ragnar arrived at Tokyo International Airport almost instantly.
He glanced at the watch on his wrist.
Four minutes and twenty seconds.
“Not bad.” “Forty seconds to spare.” He looked around the nearly empty airport terminal and called out without the slightest hesitation, “Alright, where are the people heading to Ukraine?” There were barely any people around to begin with, so he could not be bothered searching carefully.
Still, the answer was obvious.
After all, what normal person wandered through an airport in the middle of the night in a white suit, surrounded by a group of bodyguards who very clearly looked armed?
And the moment Ragnar mentioned Ukraine, the man had reacted.
Ragnar walked over with complete confidence.
“Let’s go.
With me here, nobody’s touching you.” The man sized him up.
“You’re a Curse User?” Ragnar answered without pause.
“Of course.” “Grade 2 curse user.
Streetlight King.” The employer’s expression stiffened for a moment.
He had clearly assumed Ragnar was a Grade 1 curse user.
It was honestly hard to understand how someone this arrogant had survived for so long while only presenting himself as Grade 2.
Still, the man did not dare offend him carelessly.
Anyone involved with Curse Users knew better than to provoke unstable people for no reason.
If Ragnar happened to be in a bad mood and killed him on the spot, there would not even be anyone to complain about it afterward.
The employer quickly put on a professional smile.
“Mr.
Streetlight King, we’ll need to verify your identity information first.
Is that alright?” Ragnar waved a hand.
“Go ahead.
Do whatever you need.” The man gave a signal to one of his bodyguards.
A bodyguard stepped forward carrying specialized identification equipment used within the Curse User world and performed a quick scan on Ragnar.
A moment later, he nodded.
“No problem.” The employer immediately laughed.
“Hahaha.
Then as an apology for the inconvenience, Mr.
Streetlight King, please accept this small gift.” Ragnar took the item offered to him and glanced down.
Three gold bars.
He weighed them lightly in his hand.
The heft was right.
Looks like they were real.
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