Miyazaki Yota threw the pen aside and rolled on the bed while shouting loudly. The signed part-time application form was placed on the surface of the table.
"Damn it! Damn it! I obviously want to invite you together, but why can't I say it?!"
Placed together with the part-time job application form were two movie tickets. He originally planned to invite Sayou Ayaka to watch a movie together in the name of signing, but when he arrived in front of Sayou Ayaka, he said nothing.
"Forget it, let this world be destroyed."
He finally stopped rolling and lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling above his head with his dead fish eyes. He didn't know when he fell asleep.
It wasn't until the sky outside was completely dark that Miyazaki Yota slowly woke up. His stomach made a continuous protest sound. He could only get up from the bed and take out a bento he had bought in the supermarket in advance from the refrigerator.
Simply heat it in the induction cooker.
Just deal with it casually, that is today's dinner. After hastily solving his body's needs, he turned on the computer and started today's "work".
As an ordinary high school student, Miyazaki Yota likes games like everyone else, but he is different from others because he prefers to make games by himself.
Even if it is just a small game, it is extremely difficult for high school students, not to mention that what he created is not a small game, but a large-scale action game.
Although he has learned a lot by himself, he still has some shortcomings when it comes to a large-scale game, so he can only make and debug while learning, making up for his shortcomings.
Yota Miyazaki's greatest wish is to create a truly good game that will make everyone in the world smile and find the meaning of life in the game.
Although looking for the meaning of life from games sounds a bit nonsense, he has always been so convinced that games are not just leisurely entertainment, but should be the ninth art, and people can get something from them.
Opening the game he created with the file codename [001], he connected the controller and began to look for deficiencies in the game.
Time passed quickly like this, and it was late at night before he knew it. Miyazaki Yota stood up, stretched his body, rubbed his slightly sore eyes, and listened to the "kaka" sound coming from the joints all over his body.
"The movements of the characters are still a bit stiff, and the modeling is relatively rough. As for the impact... it's really hard to describe, and the rendering is also difficult to process. After all, I don't have the Unreal Engine used by game companies."
He muttered in a low voice that the current game as a whole was still rough, but it was already the best under current conditions, but he was still not satisfied. It was still far from the best game in his mind.
——It can be said that the difference is almost as far as the distance between the sky and the earth.
"Can I really make the best game in the world?"
Yota Miyazaki slumped down on his chair and continued to stare at the computer screen in front of him with dead eyes, unable to help but doubt himself.
Obviously at first I felt that I was quite talented and had a deep love for games, but the road to game production was so difficult. Maybe I was a little too early. Maybe if I went to college, I could be exposed to more things.
Unknowingly, sleep came up like a tide, drowning his will. In this half-dream and half-awake state, a sudden burning pain woke him up.
"hiss--!"
Miyazaki Yota looked at his right hand in horror, as if there was a flame burning on it, and dark lines gradually emerged, spreading from the end of the back of the palm to the first half of the forearm.
The pain disappeared in just a few dozen seconds. He looked curiously at the delicate lines that appeared on his arms. They looked like tattoos and would not disappear even if he rubbed them hard with his fingers.
"What is this?"
But no one answered his question. Not long after, he suddenly heard the sound of wind in the house.
As if something was being pulled away from his body, Miyazaki Youta felt himself gradually becoming weak, and finally he could only collapse on the chair, watching the computer screen become brighter and brighter, like the blazing sun.
【Should it blow up——?】
He thought to himself, and was forced to close his eyes because of the too bright light. Then he heard a "bang" in his ears, as if something exploded.
【really……】
Suddenly, a strange voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Well...serventassassin, that should be this rank. That's right. So young man, are you my master?"
【Master, what is that?】
Miyazaki Yota opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Because the bright light had been shining for a long time, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, making him look like a rabbit.
But that didn't matter. He stared at the strange man (?) who suddenly appeared in front of him, and subconsciously reached for his cell phone in his pocket, trying to make a call to the police station.
——Hey, uncle policeman, there is a pervert here who breaks into a house.
What he saw in front of him was a human figure wearing a thick metal armor and stomach. There were two curved metal horns on the chest and abdomen, reaching from the shoulders to the back. Compared with this strange armor and stomach, the shape on a normal person's neck was
Where the head should be, there is an alien face.
——Of course, if there really are aliens.
The slightly gray-silver skin has a pair of large, widely spaced black eyes, which occupy almost half of the entire face. It also has a striking upturned nose and a mouth as big as a frog.
All in all, he looks nothing like normal people.
"You misunderstood, Master. In fact, this is just a special headgear."
"Alien" said angrily, then stretched out his hand and took off the weird hood.
Under the hood is a handsome face, with white rags that look slightly messy. He looks about twenty-five years old, with emerald eyes like spring water and a warm smile on his face. He looks very handsome.
Affinity.
At least he looked like a normal person after taking off his hood, and he didn't do anything out of the ordinary...?!
Only then did Miyazaki Yota realize that the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him was standing on the computer desk. Before he could ask the man to come down, a bad feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.
Katsa——
The wooden computer desk was broken at the waist, but considering that if the alien armor and stomach on the young man's body were made of real metal, it would be reasonable for it to be unable to bear the weight. After all, it looked very heavy.
"Hey young——"
The young man fell to the ground. Under Miyazaki Yota's desperate gaze, along with everything on the computer desk,