I'm gonna be honest with you. I had no idea what the hell was going on half the time. Must be some hidden instinct within my body that's allowing me to move forwards. I don't know what caused me to accept my situation so quickly, but I'm glad it did.

Anyways, the good news is that my first contract was something pretty simple, gave me time to learn about these new things. If all contracts are like these, I doubt I'll be having trouble in the future; on the flipside, however, the chance of this being common is undoubtedly low. I have to prepare myself better for the next time.

Now, I've always wished to be able to go out into the field with my work, but there truly was no way to fight against most of the supernaturals that exist in the world. I'm a bull-headed individual, but I ain't gonna sacc myself for nothing. But, after being confronted by this… Harbinger… and being able to see these supernatural anomalies up close, I understand what I must do now.

Most heroes would say that they must save as many people as possible, or to find the source that's creating these monstrosities. Perhaps someone evil would want to use them for good. But I see things as they truly are. There are far too many, far too varied. So, then, why should I be trying to fight them? What if… I just create people who want to fight them instead?

Also, I should get a gun.

So I got isekai'd into a game cartridge called Maikendo, and it was the cutest thing of all time. There was this gijinka'd (moe anthropomorphism) squirrel and I accidentally said "smash". My bad guys, it was a freudian slip.

Aside from that, we participated in some minigames and reached the end, allowing us to leave.

After exiting the game, the game cartridge stayed, and because of lingering regrets, I went back in to perform one last thing. So somewhere there is a plastic folding chair, and upon it rests a sticker of a bobasaurus.

Now, I gotta tell ya', the residents here are adorable, and they are really cheerful and friendly. I've never seen a more livable world then this one.

Now for the interesting part. So remember that syringe that could heal people? Yeah, well, I decided to try and see what it did and I broke it. Kinda. The outer piece just kinda… fell away when I pried a little two much. I swear I wasn't trying to break it, but my clumsy handling resulted in such an action. Though broken, it seems that there was a small piece of plastic that dropped out and cracked. The piece had instructions(?) written in the inside for something called a "pearl" (I don't think it's a real pearl since…) I also found a small round metal ball that looked like it could be this "pearl" they were talking about, though I don't know how such a ball could heal people. I'll need to research a little more.

I've experimented a little bit with the effects of combining metals with this weird concoction that the instruction manual said:

• A saltwater solution with 96 parts NaCl, which is a common table salt, and 1 part H20, which is water. I've seen the best outcome of this mixture is having 8 tablespoons of salt and 1 gallon of water. which is really bad for me since everything I buy is in the metric system.
• Then a deconstructed sucrose mix of 50% pure fructose and 50% pure glucose, mixed in separately.
• And finally some alcohol with a 40% ABV or higher, with clearer being better, or 60% ABV or higher if it's made mostly of grain.

Mix the sugars into the saltwater first, and inject it into a ball of metal the size of pearl, about 2.5 cm in diameter. Wait a bit until you "feel" that it's ready. This feeling should be natural to you, though it seems it is only because I have discovered the secret that I can sense these stupefying "vibes", as beautiful Saph couldn't make out the proper timing. Finally, add in the alcohol. The metal will then seal itself, that's when you know you've succeeded.

Doing this for different metals seem to create different effects.

For the metal ball that I had found, it seemed to be made with a 67 : 33 ratio of copper to zinc. But it seems that the effects don't diminish unless the alloy is made outside of its tens-digit range. Clearly, this was what was driving the healing factor in the syringe. I don't know why these percentages, or why this specific method, but the effect is the same: as long as I don't tell anyone how to make this, I'll have something that can heal me in times of need.

Finally, for the last interesting tidbit of knowledge I've stumbled across: a pewter alloy, made with an optimal ratio of 91% tin and 9% lead, but made up of no less than 90% tin and no more than 10% lead can create the same effect, can numb incoming pain for a few hours.

I knew I wasn't invincible.

It's obvious for me, and from my point of view. But my teammates? They couldn't die, obviously. They were too special, too ambition, much more determined than me. And I would sacrifice myself if they ever got hurt, that was what I was designed for, after all.

Clearly, I was still wrong. I'm sorry, Bella Mochrie.

She died, shot in front of my eyes, "I totally know where your kids are" were her last words. There was no time to save her, nor could I have. The moonlight glistened the bullet that went through her head, highlighting the brain matter that had leaked out onto the ground. Then I ran.

I didn't want to go, I promise, but something forced me. I'm still so sorry Bella.

I finished the contract, and return to meet up with Jordan. He didn't seem that distressed, but the death must've bothered him. I still can't feel that it was real… she died. I'm so sorry… 

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I will never let another harm those that were kind to me. Ever. Again.

I'm writing this as both a promise and a regret, that I will try my best to help those who help me, even if it means killing people. I hate this feeling of negligence, I could've stopped it, I truly could, but I didn't. I ran away because I was too afraid to kill. I won't make that mistake again. I'll do what is necessary for the survival of others, even if it costs me my life.

Also, I should probably move to America, seems like that's where all the popular contracts are.

I got a gun from a guy who I then shot.

Got myself some lockpick tools, then practiced a little on some practice locks.

Upgraded my jacket to reinforced thread, along with getting a flak jacket in case I need it. America is really "free" in that access, I guess.

And I started getting a dual citizenship here as well.

I also bought a few more things as well: wire cutters, flashlight, and some other nik naks.

With one last installation of my scarf so that it can work as a professional N95 mask.

Finally, I started working on my bands. I'm making it out of my beads, though I don't know if I can keep making the beads after completing it, considering that the beads don't seems to exist when another exist, unless it was under certain conditions. Perhaps I can find a way to properly craft these into artifacts of some kinds, but until then, this'll have to be kept a secret.