Hello again. So, my plan is kinda half-working.
But who would make a million-dollar deal with a ten-year-old? They'd just laugh it off and push me out.
But like they say—if you've got a problem, there's definitely a solution. And my solution for this one? He lives just around the corner at the end of the street. His name is Mitako Hasashi, a 30-year-old otaku jerk who believes in anime. This guy thinks we all live in a simulation, and his ultimate goal in life? To find a real-life anime waifu. Told ya—he's weird. I don't know what happened to him in my past lives—probably died in one of the apocalypses. But for now, I need him for my mission.
I went straight to his house, knocked on the door—which he didn't answer. After thirty whole minutes, the dude finally came out wearing pajamas. I mean, seriously? It was already afternoon, bear. I don't know what took him so long. Probably doing otaku stuff. He looked at me, curious and a bit surprised, wondering why a kid came knocking on his door.
With a sleepy voice, he asked, "What may I help—"
And I pushed him inside, whispering, "Don't talk right now."
I looked side to side down the street before closing the door, making him think this was a top-secret matter.
As I expected, the idiot was already panicking, breathing heavily and asking, "What is it? Did something happen?"
Ahh, this dude is hopeless. I'm not even sure what he was expecting.
I whispered, "Lower your voice, Mitako."
He replied, looking confused, "Huh, wait—how do you know my name?"
I looked straight into his eyes.
"Not just your name. You're 30, 5 feet 3 inches, 140 pounds. Your father, Kyoto Hasashi, works at a local drug company. Your mother, Yui Hasashi, was the eldest daughter of H.B.C Group, now a housewife. They recently had a fight, which is why you started smoking. You went to STARS Kindergarten, IRC Middle School, and Midtown High School. You were accepted into Tokyo University but refused, saying campus life wasn't your path. Since then, you've been jobless, playing MMORPGs—what was it... ah, Glory—and drowning yourself in manga and anime."
He was completely stunned—frozen, amazed, unable to process what he was hearing. I didn't need telepathy to read his mind. He was probably thinking, "OMG, how does this kid know everything about me? Is he a stalker? Wait, no—why would a kid stalk me? That's ridiculous. Then how? Is this a prank?"
Well, how did I know? He literally told me... in one of my past lives.
His mouth started to move. Finally, he asked, "Are you a stalker?"
Ugh. I overestimated him.
"I'm not a stalker, dear, but I've watched your whole life—all your failures and shame."
Technically, yeah... that's what a stalker would say. But I continued:
"But I also see a spark of potential in you. What you could be. What you could accomplish. Surpassing everyone's limits—your own limits. And what you truly need are a pair of hands and a trusted friend."
I extended my hand. "So, what do you say?"
Mitako just stood there, helpless, tears in his eyes.
"Nobody has ever said that to me," he said.
Well, me neither. I don't even remember which movie I stole that line from.
He wiped his tears on his thin pajamas and asked, "So... you're like my space dad?"
"Ah... YES?" I answered. I had no idea what "space dad" meant, but I had to roll with it.
You could make a ballet from the light glowing in his eyes, man. I doubted even winning the lottery would make him this happy.
"So, am I gonna be a superhero?"
"No, you're not."
"Ahh... then, anti-hero?"
"Nope."
"A vigilante?"
"Still no."
"Am I going to be sent to another world?"
"Not this time."
"So I'll be dragged into a game?"
"Gaming's bad for your eyes, you know."
"Then what? Am I going to become some kind of big green giant and lead other giants to crush the world?"
"Not even close. Jeez, why does everyone want to crush the Earth these days?"
Mitako ran out of patience.
"THEN WHAT AM I?!"
I replied, "Well, see, you are going to be a—"
He looked at me, eyes shining. "A—?"
I continued: "A spy."
His face lit up like a full moon. "A spy?" he echoed.
I don't even know why this idiot kept repeating everything. Maybe he was afraid that if he stopped, I'd disappear and life would go back to normal. Kinda sad, actually.
"Spy's driver."
"Yay! I'm gonna be a spy's driver! Wait—WHAT?!"
"Yes, you heard me. You're going to be the spy's driver."
"NOOOOO!" He kneeled and cried.
Oops. That's gonna leave a scar.
Then, standing back up and panting, he asked,
"Then... who is the spy I'm driving for?"
I proudly declared:
"Kono watashi."(That's me.)
"NOOOOO!" He kneeled and cried again.
Ayo, I know I'm a million-year-old genius, but I still have feelings, you know.
It only took thirty minutes to convince him to come to Velkaria and help me sneak into the laboratory. The guy really wanted excitement.
So, that's how I recruited a member for the mission. Since we were leaving next week, we didn't have much time to prepare. But it wasn't that dangerous. We just did small things like stealing a car, crawling over walls, hopping fences—basic spy movie stuff.
Since I was a kid, I couldn't drive. So, he had to.
The good news was: in these days, the lab was still in its early stages. Everyone believed it was just a small research center. Later, it would grow into a massive facility with high security, leading research in new-age weapons and energy... and, as I mentioned, the zombie virus and the end of humanity.
But if we played our cards right, we could dodge that disaster—at least before I died and started another life.
Mitako and I trained every day, from morning to night, all week.
He practiced starting every car on the street—without the key, of course. And I trained to control a drone while walking, running, and doing other things. I used the second half of my VR glasses, connected to the drone's camera. One eye saw the world around me, the other saw through the drone's lens.
Together, we learned to sneak into every house in town—unnoticed. And if they did notice? Escape without revealing our identities.
We trained so well that even the town's police special commando squad started guarding the area at night. But we still managed to sneak into the highest-security mansion in town.
So... should I call that a success?
Not surprised yet.
These days, tech is nothing compared to the life-hack videos I remember from the future.
Believe me—for someone who's survived hundreds of zombie apocalypses, this is child's play. I could do it even as a literal kid.
Although this time, it was a bit different—since I also had to fly a drone while sneaking.
After we'd nearly finished sneaking into every house in town, the day of the journey finally came.
Yes, of course. Together with that idiot at the corner of the street.
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