Returned from Another World, Earth Turned Out to Be Quite the Fantasy Too. Also, Losing Heroines, Stop Looking This Way. - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: “Isn’t Dissection Too Cruel?” ②

“What the hell happened here!”

“Hero punch!”

Natsuki had just punched a man in his thirties, who entered the room where the alien Nancy was captured, holding a stun gun.

“Gofeh!”

Perhaps he put too much strength into it, as the man hit the wall of the corridor and crumbled down.

“Um, please consider it self-defense. A frail middle schooler would definitely feel life-threatened by a grown man attacking with a stun gun.”

Natsuki then stepped out into the hallway and crushed the stun gun underfoot.

“For now, let’s escape on a bike with her… Oh, but it’s broken. Even if I find the car keys, I doubt I can drive. Can’t you summon your spaceship?”

“…I could, but it would cause a huge commotion.”

“Ah, it’s probably better not to call it unless it’s the worst-case scenario. Ideally, I’d like to take your scared girlfriend with us… Okay, got it. For now, I’ll take down everyone here, so just stay put.”

“Is it really okay to leave everything to you?”

While Jack’s emotions were unreadable, the tone of his voice made it clear he felt indebted to Natsuki.

He had already saved his fiancée, so they should just escape.

However, Natsuki couldn’t accept that.

His friend’s fiancée had almost been dissected. That was something he could not forgive.

It might be impossible to make them take responsibility, and beating up the conspirators might only clear Natsuki’s mind and not heal Nancy’s fear. Therefore, it was necessary to thoroughly deal with them so they would never think of doing anything malicious to aliens again.

“Yeah, please stay by her side. I will take down everyone here, covering for Jack too.”

Natsuki naturally extended his index finger.

Jack responded in kind.

The moment their index fingers touched, Natsuki and Jack transcended mere friendship.

“I’m counting on you—my best friend.”

“Leave it to me, best friend!”

Natsuki dashed out of the room, running.

He had no use for the weak. His target was the only psychic in this place.

While sprinting close to the ground, he knocked out a man with a baton and a woman with a sai. Only two ordinary people remained.

(These guys, they must have been trying to capture Jack when he came to save Nancy. Jack even held back, careful not to harm anyone around… disgusting.)

Sure, discovering and capturing an alien would be exciting, and wanting to make a name for oneself is understandable. But like Jack, Nancy should have been able to communicate. The idea of dissecting her despite that was repulsive.

To Natsuki, it was absurd to act hostile towards a friendly alien.

If they call themselves the “Kappa-Tsuchinoko Research Society,” they should embrace the romance of stepping into an unknown world through interaction with aliens.

Frankly, what could these locals from the outskirts of Mukaijima city, claiming to be a research society, hope to learn from dissecting an alien?

Selling the information to the government would be a far better option.

“Hi! Good evening!”

“―Who the heck are you!”

Tracing the presence and spiritual power, Natsuki arrived at a room and kicked open the thick door, greeting with a smile.

Inside, a young man in jeans and a jacket, and a middle-aged woman in a suit.

They looked alarmed at Natsuki’s arrival, their faces turning blue with caution. They seemed to be ordinary people, as Natsuki couldn’t sense any power from them. He released his magic power and knocked them out with a hit.

They wet themselves and collapsed, but that wasn’t Natsuki’s responsibility. After all, they had dealt with an alien, and they should be thankful that was all that happened.

Natsuki had no intention of wasting time with pointless chatter with ordinary people, so his treatment of them was rough.

“So, are you the psychic? Or maybe a member of another species hostile to the Grey aliens? That would be an exciting twist, wouldn’t it?”

In front of Natsuki stood a man in his mid-twenties, trying to appear nonchalant.

The man was overdressed in a suit and leather shoes that even a middle schooler could tell were unnecessarily expensive, wearing sunglasses at night.

Unfortunately for him, his spiritual power was weaker than Miyako or Mio Minazuki. Unless he had some special power, Natsuki’s current opinion of the man was — small fry.

“I thought I’d find someone formidable, but it’s just a brat… You seem to have spiritual power too, but you’re an unfamiliar face. Seems like a kid who hasn’t fully realized his power has come barging in here, relying on aliens. I’ll teach you what real psychic power is.”

“Ah, yes.”

“But if you’re willing to join our side, I might give you a little pocket money.”

“I’d rather not get involved in anything like sponsoring, thanks.”

“Damn brat. I’ll make you regret underestimating an adult.”

Annoyed, the man slowly lowered his sunglasses in front of Natsuki.