8:00 a.m
[Shaka]:
"For now, I need to prioritize cooperating with the hospital to treat some special patients."
After replying, Shaka temporarily postponed the applications from Blank and the others. He also tried to persuade a few familiar contacts who might be willing to travel to the other world and help.
When it came to terminally ill patients, most people were surprisingly understanding and willingly gave up their slots to those who needed them more.
Shaka couldn't help but feel that he was doing something meaningful.
As for recruiting new members…
"When the time comes, I'll have Dr. Agasa help add a brainwave monitoring system to the helmet."
"That way, if the summoned body experiences severe pain or mental shock, I'll receive feedback immediately and can cut off the magic."
A moment later, the scheduled time arrived.
"The First Servant of the Evil King's Eye, Thunder Hammer Wielder, Sanae Dekomori, reporting for duty!"
The moment Dekomori was summoned, she dashed off to look for her Noble Phantasm, making Cecil smile helplessly.
The black cat, by contrast, was much calmer. She casually asked,
"So, how's work today?"
She hadn't forgotten that she was still a working adult.
Shaka paid a generous hourly wage, and the work was done at night, it didn't interfere with classes or taking care of her sister at all.
Perfect.
She could finally help support her family.
"There's no fixed task today," Shaka replied with a chuckle.
"But I do have some suggestions, future professions and weapon directions."
Dekomori jumped up immediately and raised her hand.
"I want to become a Thunder Hammer user!"
Shaka ignored her completely and looked at the black cat instead.
"I…" she hesitated, then said, "I want to try magic. And about yesterday's fabric cough, I want to use it to construct Dark Magic Armor."
As she spoke, her signature dramatic background music seemed to play in the air. She sat elegantly in her chair, crossed her legs, and spoke like a noble lady.
"Power may be sealed, but elegance must never be lost.
My Night Familia, offer up the veil of darkness."
Shaka understood immediately and handed over the clothing materials he had bought the day before.
It was obvious the black cat really liked that outfit.
"There are plenty of magic books in the back room," Shaka added.
"They also contain information about the world's setting and monsters. Read them when you have time."
The black cat nodded happily, hugging the fabric to her chest while humming softly.
She was in a great mood easy work, no pressure, and a free day.
She even wondered if she could bring her school assignments next time.
Work hard in secret… then shock everyone later.
Cool, cool, cool!
At night, she was a Nightborne warrior roaming the Abyss Sea.
By day, she was an honest honor student
Shaka then turned toward Dekomori.
At that moment, Cecil took out the warhammer she had worked on all night.
"Take a look. See if it suits you."
"Waaah! My Noble Phantasm, Mad Moon Thunder Hammer!!"
Dekomori lunged forward.
With lightning speed, Shaka snatched the weapon away and grabbed Dekomori by the back of the collar.
"Hey. I can't just give you this."
"Why?!" Dekomori flailed in protest.
"For a Familia to grow, fairness is essential. No effort, no reward."
Shaka turned and glared at Cecil.
"If we end up with hundreds of members, can you give equipment to everyone? If not, won't the ones who miss out feel resentful?"
Cecil immediately backed down.
She was rich but not that rich.
Even making a single piece of Level 1 equipment would nearly drain her resources.
Holding the warhammer, Shaka raised a finger.
"If you want a Noble Phantasm, you'll need to make a corresponding contribution to the Familia."
Dekomori wasn't angry at all. She nodded seriously.
"Yes, Master! Servant Dekomori is ready to accept any mission!"
She sniffed, then added solemnly,
"Death!"
Shaka paused thoughtfully.
Even within a Familia, rules were necessary.
"Alright. We'll establish a contribution system to fairly distribute resources."
"Contribution points can be earned by:
- Completing Familia requests
- Submitting resources
- Increasing ability values
- Completing daily training"
The goal was simple: motivate these lazy troublemakers to exercise and grow stronger.
Dekomori raised her hand again.
"I want contribution points right now!"
Today's Thunder Hammer was even cooler than yesterday's prototype!
Seeing her enthusiasm, Shaka wrote down a list and pinned it to a wooden board.
Daily Tasks
- City Patrol
- Blacksmith Assistance
- Monster Training
- Donations
- Residents' Requests
Then he wrote another note and pinned it beside it.
[Thunder Hammer]
- Temporary Use: 2,000 Contribution Points
- Permanent Exchange: 200,000 Contribution Points
"What does 'permanent exchange' mean?" Dekomori asked, leaning in.
"Oh. Think of it as turning it into a physical item, bringing it into the outside world."
Shaka casually dropped the bomb.
"A genuine Mad Moon Thunder Hammer."
Dekomori's eyes sparkled like stars.
I must earn points immediately!!
"I'm going to explore the singularity, death!" she declared proudly.
She already knew the city well, she had explored it thoroughly yesterday.
Shaka nodded in satisfaction.
To prevent scams or exploitation through commissions, he decided to control rewards at the core.
A task without contribution points was like a dungeon without loot, useless.
Humans were profit-driven. If others couldn't offer meaningful rewards, Shaka would.
What was the point of earning money you couldn't take with you?
Once the communication system was complete, he could screen requests before members accepted them.
"Let's go!" Dekomori grabbed Shaka and dragged him toward the door.
Shaka didn't resist.
"Alright. Wear this."
He tied a red armband around her arm, embroidered with the Sword of Justice and Wings.
A brand-new disciplinary committee member was born.
"You'll stand out wherever you go."
As they headed out, Shaka said,
"Our mission today is to investigate that group of mercenaries from yesterday. They're suspicious."
"That's not fun at all!" Dekomori complained.
The city was large, it was more efficient to split up.
Dekomori rubbed her nose, basking in the warm sunlight as she followed Shaka.
Shopkeepers along the street greeted her warmly.
Shaka thought to himself:
The places those mercenaries frequent aren't suitable for taking her… I should assign her to patrol districts instead.
Just then, he sensed something wrong.
The little tail behind him was gone.
Shaka turned around
Only to see Dekomori being grabbed by a potato-ball vendor, who kept stuffing items into her arms.
"…Is this a clue?"
Shaka walked closer.
Dekomori's arms were full, not just potato balls, but vegetables, fish, bread, and even iron blocks.
"What happened?"
Dekomori had a potato ball hanging from her mouth, her expression utterly miserable.
"Master~… this old man is trying to poison me with rotten hell food…"
"…Huh?"
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