Mash-up Anime World: Creating the SCP Foundation to Contain Anomalies

"Help me apply to become a Civil Officer."

Haruto's words left Tendo Kisara frozen for a couple of seconds.

After all, he was just talking about destroying the world—And now he suddenly wanted to become a Civil Officer?

This shift in tone really caught her off guard.

"So, you're not destroying the world anymore?"

Kisara asked curiously.

Haruto gave her a light knock on the head.

"I never said I decided to destroy the world—just that it was an option. I'm not some kind of devil. Something like destroying the world still has a process, you know?"

At that, Kisara's expression collapsed.

"I was planning to spend my savings today to eat some real meat... I was even drooling in my dreams."

If the world was going to continue—Then she couldn't blow all her remaining funds on steak.

Haruto's mouth twitched slightly.

Was this girl... a little too laid-back?

Well, whatever.

It wasn't her fault.

All she wanted was to eat a steak.

If a person's biggest wish is just to eat steak—how bad can they be?

Reaching into his Kamui space, Haruto pulled out a piece of M9-grade Kobe Wagyu steak.

This wasn't part of his usual food stockpile. He wasn't particularly fond of steak. This was actually a snack meant for the Gluttonous Rabbit.

It was one of the Gluttonous Rabbit's favorite foods.

Haruto had brought some along for when he occasionally visited it with Chika.

When Kisara saw the steak in Haruto's hand, her eyes practically lit up. She lunged forward like a predator.

If Haruto hadn't held her back by the forehead, she might've tried biting it raw.

"Calm down. If you don't behave, I'll eat it myself."

Hearing that, Kisara immediately became well-behaved.

Her mood shift was so fast it was almost impressive.

There was a small kitchen inside the office. Usually, it was only used to cook cheap stuff like bean sprouts. This was the first time it had ever welcomed such a premium ingredient.

Kisara crouched at the doorway, watching Haruto cook with sparkling eyes full of anticipation.

Haruto took out various seasonings from his inventory. He sliced the large slab of Wagyu beef in half. One portion was stir-fried with green and red bell peppers. The other half was pan-seared with a touch of butter in a more traditional steak style.

M9-grade Wagyu had just the right amount of fat.

As soon as it hit the pan, the rich aroma of meat began to waft through the room. At that moment, there was a loud "grrrrrr" from the doorway.

Haruto turned around and couldn't help laughing—Kisara was clutching her stomach, looking embarrassed.

Truly, living off bean sprouts alone was not sustainable.

When the dishes were finally ready, Haruto took extra care considering Kisara's poor, meat-starved digestive system.

Even the traditional steak was cooked well-done rather than medium or rare.

Once served—

The meat, with its enticing color from the Maillard reaction, made Kisara practically drool.

Haruto handed her a set of chopsticks and fork.

Kisara, having long dropped her noble-lady demeanor, was already swinging her chopsticks at blinding speed.

And the result was—

She burned her mouth.

Blowing on the piece several times, she finally swallowed a bite. Her eyes squinted in bliss as she showed a truly satisfied smile.

"If I get to eat something this delicious, I don't even mind dying afterward~!"

In a frenzy of chewing,

Kisara devoured both dishes clean.

Even the bell peppers were gone without a trace.

Haruto had a bit too.

After the meal, although Kisara felt incredibly full—she still looked like she wanted more.

"If only I could have one more serving…"

But Haruto shook his head.

"That's your limit. Any more and your stomach won't handle it."

He had deliberately controlled the portion size.

Any more and Kisara would've definitely gotten sick.

Afterward, Kisara brought Haruto to the Civil Police registration office.

It was an official institution in the Tokyo Area—

Directly connected to the International Initiator Organization.

They managed Initiators and Promoters (i.e., normal humans who partnered with Cursed Children). To become a Civil Officer and get assigned an Initiator, one had to go through evaluation and registration here.

Kisara navigated the process with ease.

But during identity verification—

They hit a snag.

There was no record of Takamine Haruto in the Tokyo Area's database.

However, after Haruto exchanged a glance with the staff member—The process went through quickly.

"What was that just now?"

Kisara asked, clearly amazed.

Just a moment ago, the staff member was about to reject them—Then suddenly did a complete 180.

"Just a little illusion trick."

Haruto replied casually.

Whether it was a genjutsu from the Sharingan, Tomie's charm traits, or the assimilation effect of the Blacklight virus—

It was too easy for him to pull off something like that.

Kisara, on the other hand, became visibly excited.

"Then can you make all the Tendo family members stand still so I can chop them up?"

She had completely let herself go. Kisara was the classic "Saint on the outside, black-hearted inside."

"We'll talk about it later."

Haruto didn't agree, but he didn't deny it either.

The implication: he could do it.

Kisara was thrilled.

Luckily, Haruto had to move on to the next step: the Promoter evaluation.

The evaluation was simple. A physical test, combat assessment, and a written test on the Gastrea. Kisara had already shown Haruto the info beforehand— The office had plenty of reference materials.

And with Haruto's non-human memory—One quick glance was enough to memorize everything.

The assessment went smoothly.

Next was the Initiator assignment. This was where Satomi Rentaro got stuck. And in this part, Haruto couldn't help but sneer.

This was supposed to be an evaluation for partnering with an Initiator—

Yet there wasn't a single requirement to learn how to take care of a Cursed Child.

Put bluntly—there was no assessment on Initiator management at all.

Even getting a driver's license requires knowing how to drive.

Then there was another issue.

The staff in charge of assigning Initiators—Might as well have the words "BRIBE ME" written on his forehead.

He blatantly implied—

That without "incentives," he'd delay the assignment for the maximum one-year wait. And when the time came—he'd assign you an Initiator with trash-tier ability and chronic illness.

It was the classic abuse of minimal power to inflict maximum pain. Even worse, he treated Cursed Children as mere bargaining chips.

Haruto gave the man a little illusion spell.

As a result—

Haruto's assigned Initiator would arrive the very next day.

As for that disgusting man—Haruto didn't bother to argue. He was no different than the average scum walking the streets.

Not even worthy of being called human.

When Haruto's future plans were complete, trash like that would all meet the same fate.

No need to waste time on him now.

With registration done, Haruto and Kisara left the facility.

"This is amazing! With Haruto-kun here, the office won't have to worry about business anymore! We can eat meat every day!"

Kisara was on the verge of tears from joy.

The office had gone months without a single case.

If it went on, they'd be bankrupt for sure.

Then she'd be living on the streets.

Let alone eat meat.

Haruto's mouth twitched slightly.

As they walked past a plaza—

A crowd gathering ahead caught their attention.

It was at the giant screen in the plaza.

Some broadcast was playing.

Kisara glanced at it, and her expression instantly turned dark.

On the screen, a stunningly beautiful woman was delivering a speech. Standing behind her was an old man.

Kisara's gaze locked onto that man—Full of hatred, as if she wanted to tear him apart and devour him alive.

As for the two people on screen—Haruto knew them both.

The woman giving the speech was the highest official leader of the Tokyo Area—

And the old man behind her—

Was the head of the Tendo family.