Chapter 1: The Descent of an Angel
During a weekday, Katsuragi Keima randomly entered a game software shop ‘OG map’, but the moment he entered the shop, the atmosphere in the shop showed an obvious change. He was famous as the ‘God of Conquest’ in the gaming world, but in the real world, no one knew that he was the god of conquests.
Even so.
“Swap with me.”
The supervisor in charge of this level patted the new worker at the cashier and asked to swap over.
“Eh?”
The new worker looked surprised.
The supervisor shook his head silently and pointed in a certain direction.
“…”
Right where he was pointing at was Keima, who was looking at the row of countless new works through the transparent clothes.
Behind him, Elsie was looking rather bored.
“It’s a little tough for you.”
“How, how could it be?”
Wasn’t he just an ordinary customer?
Just when the newcomer was about to say this, he realized that Keima was obviously different from the other customers, and was obviously of a different dimension from the rest.
“…Uu.”
He moaned. The supervisor gave a one liner that’s like those in Western movies.
“That’s great. Looks like you still have some foresight.”
The supervisor chuckled.
“If you can’t spot the strange nature in that action, you have no hope of being born here, and I can’t hand the Galge counter over to you.”
The supervisor narrowed his eyes and looked at Keima.
And several other customers in the shop,
Some old-time gamers with foresight noticed it. Some people,
(Wha, what’s with this boy?)
Were amazed, or,
(This guy again…who in the world is here?)
Showed an inexplicable look. To put it, that Keima,
“…”
Was just looking at the games with a depressed look.
He was just going,
“…As expected, I can’t tell without coming to the shop to see the actual item.”
Or,
“Has the price dropped?”
He muttered as he went between one shelf after another. To put it properly, it was said that highly skilled martial artists could use the motion of chopsticks to rate each other.
A pianist could hear the quality of a keyboard through a performance. A top-rate sushi chef could tell the level of another through even the basics of fried egg.
In other words, a person’s subconscious action could present its hidden ability completely.
Keima was merely shopping around for game software, but to the bystanders,
What kind of amazing gamer is he?
From his gaming style that no one else could match, to the speed and processing ability, even if no one knew whether it was true, they could conclude to a certain extent. Also, there was one thing everyone in the shop could feel. That was,