Multiverse: Starting With Killer Queen

What's going on?

The yellow-haired young man looked at the black cat, who was still responding to Roland in a baby voice after being picked up, with a confused look on his face.

When he was in school, he and other friends had gone to beat stray cats. Given the nature of these animals, once they were frightened, they should be very wary of people who came after them. However, the black cat, which had just been attacked by him, acted as if nothing had happened after bumping into that guy.

Is there something wrong with this guy? Huangmao turned sideways and looked at Roland, who was holding the black cat in a daze. His clothes were very neat, and the style seemed good and new. He was dressed neatly from head to toe, with a temperament between indifference and alienation.

The most impressive thing is probably the long nails, which are probably about three centimeters long. It has been a long time since he cut his nails. His hands are so clean.

At first glance, he is the kind of guy who has found a job, works in a high-rise company, and has a bright future. He is completely different from guys like me who are often fired.

Tsk, the yellow-haired man spat secretly, and a thought naturally arose in his mind.

——Let's make some money from this guy.

As a guy with a notorious reputation, Huangmao is already familiar with this kind of thing.

He took out his stock of two cans of beer from his bag and walked towards Roland.

"Hey, are you okay? Did the cat hurt you?"

Roland glanced at the scattered wine cans around the young man and a wet mark on the wall where beer was spilled. He understood roughly what had happened before. He slowly squatted down, put the black cat on the ground, stroked it gently, patted its tail, and signaled it to leave quickly.

Obviously, this effect does not occur when dealing with other animals, but for some reason, Roland is always loved by cats recently. No matter how fierce the cat is, it will turn over its belly obediently in front of him and he can hug and pet it at will.

Until the end, Roland was unable to find the reason and could only attribute it to the influence of Killer Queen's cat ears.

Therefore, he had no intention of talking to the yellow-haired young man. After watching the cat walk away, looking back every three steps, he stood up, picked up the bag in his hand again, and walked deeper into the alley.

The yellow-haired young man did not feel embarrassed when his attempt to talk to him was rejected. He turned sideways, stood in front of Roland, handed a can of unopened wine to Roland, and spoke in a disgusting and slick tone.

"Hey, didn't you hear me, bro? Forget it, meeting is fate. I'm so bored drinking alone here. Come and have a drink. You won't even give me this little courtesy, right?"

Roland frowned, and moved his hand away through the corner of the other person's clothes without touching the yellow-haired man's skin.

"No, I already have an appointment today."

The rejected yellow-haired guy was about to get angry, but suddenly his eyes turned and he consciously gave way.

Seeing that the other party was sensible, Roland had no intention of causing trouble for himself. He ignored the other party and walked forward along the street lights. Then, when Roland had already walked past the yellow-haired young man.

The yellow-haired man moved suddenly and grabbed the paper bag that Roland had hidden beside him, with greed flashing in his eyes.

"You're bringing something home secretly at this late hour. It can't be something good. This won't do, little brother!"

Huangmao's fingers tightly grasped the brown paper bag, like a crow holding its prey. The bag was quite tough and not easy to snatch away, so his original purpose was to tear it into pieces.

"puff..."

Inside the paper bag, something tightly wrapped in foam fell to the ground. It was a display cabinet made of hard plastic. With the light of the street lamp, Huangmao squinted his eyes and saw the whole picture of the thing.

——They were a pair of delicate, pale, lifeless, broken hands.

"Ahhhh——!"

In the pitch-black night and under the dim street lights, the impact of a pair of severed hands was too strong. The yellow-haired man subconsciously took a step back, fell to the ground in panic, raised his head, and looked at Roland who was standing there in a daze.

There was no expression on the other person's face until this moment, but his pupils became deeper, like eternal ice that could not be melted.

Roland threw away the torn brown paper bag and spoke indifferently as he looked at the cowering yellow-haired man.

"That's why I told you, right? I have a date tonight."

Then, he ignored the yellow-haired man and walked towards the place where the severed hand fell. Seeing that the other party had no intention of killing him to silence him, the yellow-haired man's pounding heart finally relieved a little.

After calming down, yellow-haired man subconsciously looked at the severed hand again. After being free from the influence of the atmosphere, he quickly discovered that something was wrong.

The cross-section of the severed hands was too clean, and the overall color was the same pale color, just like a model...

After discovering the clues that something was wrong, as if to redeem himself from his previous embarrassing performance, he quickly found the key clue.

In the corner of the box, the name of a store was engraved in an inconspicuous manner. The pair of severed hands were just a more delicate hand model.

Asshole, I was actually fooled by something like this!

Under the influence of alcohol, yellow-haired man wanted to do the same to the cat. He crawled a few steps and wanted to grab a can of beer and throw it at the hand model that fell to the ground.

Roland turned around and watched the yellow-haired man's actions without any reaction. The moment the yellow-haired man touched the beer, a silent thunderclap struck him.

"Ahhh! My hand…"

The yellow-haired man let out a wail that was countless times more miserable than before. He covered his hand that had suddenly exploded at the wrist, looked at the gurgling blood, and his heart was filled with fear.

Roland, at this time, slowly opened the box, put the severed hands gently against his face and rubbed them gently. It was not until this time that the yellow-haired man realized that the hand model was very similar to Roland's hands, and should have been customized based on his own prototype.

However, at this time, yellow-haired man could no longer care about so many things.

"Go call for help, go call for help, it hurts, it hurts so much!"

As the yellow-haired man's wailing became more intense, Roland slowly put the opponent model into the lining of his coat, walked slowly towards him, and then kicked the yellow-haired man who wanted to crawl out of the alley back.

"Do you know? This pair of custom-made hand models cost 60,000 yen. I spent all the bonus the store manager gave me and my previous salary to get them. And I can easily get more wealth, but I still live a routine life. What do you think this shows?"

"I don't know, help quickly..."

Before the yellow-haired man could finish his words, Roland kicked the man's cheek away.

"This shows that I am content with what I have, live a clean life, am upright, and honest. I, Roland, just want to live a peaceful life, so tell me."

Roland's voice became louder and louder. As if he was still not satisfied, he stepped on the opponent's severed hand and crushed it several times with his shoe.

"——Why should I be entangled with a lowly bastard like you?"