Akira nodded. It would be best if there was no chaos. Otherwise, if the trams were gone, how would he come over to farm data? The world of Multi-Anime Dragon Maid World provided good base data and could also teach magic. It was definitely a good world. Moreover, he didn't need to get involved in the conflicts of other worlds—unless a mark appeared on the Goddess's head. Hahaha, but that situation should not happen.
"Hmm, I agree. Killing them is one thing, but as long as they make a mistake, Lucoa, you must teach them a harsh lesson. And next time I come over, she won't get any rewards either."
As soon as these words were spoken, Lucoa immediately felt the terror of this punishment.
"Is that so? Mr. Akira is truly thoughtful."
"No, Master—I will absolutely not expose Master's existence. I will go to school properly."
Although Raphael had just undergone baptism and become a Blood Angel, her power was closely related to Akira. More importantly, that kind of thing was simply too comfortable. It made her want to indulge in it at all times. If Master came next time and didn't favor her, that would definitely be the cruelest torture for her.
Carefully preserving the only bit of "feed," Elma also panicked a little. However, she was not an intern angel, so she didn't need to worry at all. But—that feeling just now was completely comparable to eating delicious food. It would truly be a pity if she couldn't experience it. Moreover, only then could she obtain this delicious "feed."
No—I must perform well and not let Akira be discovered by those gods and the Chaos Dragon Clan. First, I need to concoct a lie about the death of that angel. If it were just me, my words would surely carry little weight. However, with Quetzalcoatl as a witness, there should be no problem.
Gabriel sensed that the atmosphere was off. She was very puzzled.
"Is the reward really that good?"
"Gabriel—once you experience it, you will understand."
Raphael showed an envious expression.
"I don't believe a single punctuation mark of what you said."
"Then, will you believe mine?"
Akira heard their conversation clearly. Having gone through the experience just now, even knowing that Akira wouldn't take her life, Gabriel was still a little nervous.
"Oh—I believe, I believe."
Gabriel laughed awkwardly. She was so small, which suddenly reminded Akira of a picture. It was probably like a hamster with its cheeks stuffed.
Should he try it?
Akira had a bold idea.
"Since you don't believe me, I must let you experience it deeply."
With that, Akira began to act.
[Agility +12]
[Progress for 'Conquering Character "Innocent Gabriel White"' reached 90%. Reward: Agility +15]
Three hours later, Gabriel returned home. She looked at her game, which she usually spent money on, but found it held no attraction.
"Damn it—the satisfaction of pleasing others is nowhere near as exhilarating as satisfying oneself. Why—why didn't I discover this before?"
Bang!
Gabriel slammed her fist on the small square table, and the laptop beside it bounced up directly.
Hmm~! Quit gaming—study hard.
Gabriel began to clean her room, making a commotion that caused Vina from next door to rush over.
"Gabriel? What are you doing?"
"I've decided to turn over a new leaf and clean up all this trash in the room."
Seeing that Gabriel was actually starting to clean, Vina was very happy and actively helped her clean up.
On the other side, Raphael also returned to her residence. But now that she had become a Blood Angel, she always wanted to use this ability to stir up some trouble. At this moment, a figure immediately appeared in her mind—Satanichia.
"I'm home."
"Welcome home."
Although it was late at night, Tohru had not gone to sleep.
"Huh? Elma?"
"Tohru?"
Old friends met, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
Clang! Clang!
Both of them each received a flick on the forehead. They both crouched down, holding their heads.
Tohru then remembered. "You're also with Mr. Akira…"
Elma also had a surprised look. "You too?"
"Hahaha—I didn't expect a good-for-nothing like you to be so good at choosing partners."
"You violent brute too."
The two seemed to be at loggerheads, but the next moment, they were sitting at the small tea table drinking tea.
"How was it—Mr. Akira is amazing, right? How many minutes did you last?"
"Definitely longer than you."
The two drank a few sips of tea, and in the end, they didn't settle their argument.
Akira lay on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest. How ironic. Since he got the Eroge, he seemed to have not slept. Now he was dozing off inside the Eroge. But this feeling didn't seem bad. Akira fell asleep in an instant, his breathing even.
Tohru and Elma also lowered their voices.
"Leaving that kind of life, living is truly easy and comfortable."
Tohru looked at Akira, her eyes filled with tenderness that seemed to overflow.
"Yes—I feel a lot more relaxed now. I never thought we'd meet again in this capacity."
Elma looked at the ceiling, her long legs crossed. "However, I won't lose to you."
"Hahaha—are we going to have a direct confrontation? Let Mr. Akira rest well first."
A dreamless night.
Akira woke up on time—just like his biological clock in reality. 7 o'clock.
When the sunlight spread across the land, Akira stretched. It felt great to have slept for a long time. His body felt like it had been refurbished. And—why did he feel so good as soon as he woke up? Akira lowered his head, puzzled. He found that the little glutton Elma was already impatient.
"Good morning, Mr. Akira."
Elma smiled and greeted Akira. "Waking up this morning, I feel so energetic. I need to deal with this matter quickly."
Hoo~! Isn't this the wake-up service from the Eroge? Because of the Eroge, he had never enjoyed such a thing in real life. Today, in the game, it finally happened.
Awesome.
Anyway, he didn't have to go to school, so he could rest a bit longer. Thinking this, Akira lay back down. But as soon as he lay down, he felt an astonishing elasticity from the back of his head.
"Mr. Akira—good morning."
"Morning."
Hearing Tohru's voice, Akira closed his eyes.
What was going on this morning? Was this feeling, like living in a dream, real? This was too wonderful. Comfortable. Every part of his body felt comfortable.
At this moment, Sakurajima Mai climbed out of bed and walked out wearing only her underwear. The room was full of women, and with Lucoa's barrier, there was no chance of indecent exposure. However, as soon as she came out, she noticed something extraordinary happening in the living room.
What to do? Tobihama Waka should be awake by now. If she came out and saw this, wouldn't there be one more person to share Mr. Akira with them?
Thinking this, Sakurajima Mai decisively woke up Fubuki and Esdeath in the guest room. She asked them for help. And the best solution the two came up with was, of course, to move into the room.
Fubuki carried the three people from the living room into the room, finally transferring the battlefield before Tobihama Waka came out.
"Big sister is making breakfast this morning."
Tobihama Waka combed her hair, carefully stuffing a large amount of tissue paper into the trash can.
"Yes—go wash up first, and breakfast will be ready soon."
Tobihama Waka successfully returned to her room, then took out a pair of panties to wash.
At this moment, Yor walked out of the room, yawning. She walked into the washroom and saw Tobihama Waka washing panties.
"Oh my—Honoka has reached that age too."
Yor's pajamas were as light as sand, somewhat transparent. The surging waves immediately reminded Tobihama Waka of the scene she had witnessed yesterday.
"You saw it yesterday, didn't you? It's okay—I'll keep your secret."
After saying that, Yor walked to the side to wash up. Although she no longer worked as an assassin, her job at the bakery still needed to be done.
"Everyone slept quite soundly this morning."
Yor brushed her teeth, softly muttering, "Perhaps Mr. Akira came yesterday, and everyone was tired."
Inside the room, the scene was a bit chaotic. It was hard to explain in a short while. In short, Akira felt like he had fallen into a waterbed—swaying back and forth.
Awesome. Awesome. Every single cell in his body was enveloped by the word 'awesome.'
This is Fubuki. This is… Tohru—her tail is showing. Hmm—this is Elma, the water dragon—quite moist. Oh—this is icy cold—it must be Esdeath.
"Hahaha—Tohru—I won—I have more feed than you."
"Hmph—my time is longer than yours."
Tohru stuck out her tongue, like a chameleon. The others in the room were pretty much the same.
"Stop comparing—I have ways to make you instantly break down. But it should be rush hour now—I need to move out."
Although he really wanted to indulge in it, at this stage, his strength still needed to improve. In the constantly rising combat power of the One-Punch Man world, Boros was just an appetizer. There were still stronger combat powers than his own in this world. To wake up every day surrounded by his "concubines" and become the strongest in the universe was not his ultimate goal.
However, for now, in the real world, he first needed to acquire the property rights to Skyscraper X. Then transform it into a mothership capable of interstellar travel. Other worlds were always other worlds; he couldn't stay in them forever.
Now, the anti-addiction hourglass had already filled to seven grids. His in-game stamina had also reached 240. However, currently, it only consumed stamina when entering stages in Chapter 3; it seemed to have no effect in Chapter 4. In the future, it might completely lose its function due to chapter updates.
Infinite stamina. It sounded very powerful.
The morning sun was beautiful today. But for Futaba Rio, it was just a busy glance before class.
"Let's take the tram to school today."
The girl in a JK uniform smiled. Her high ponytail swayed gently as she followed the crowd into the tram station.
The morning tram was really crowded. If she took a lewd picture here and posted it online, she wondered if it would attract more attention. She took out her phone, opened the camera function, and aimed downwards, trying to find a semi-obscured angle.
At this moment, a hand grabbed her phone and pressed the shutter button directly in her line of sight. The phone even had its flash on, and she was startled by it.
Futaba Rio was stunned. She was only taking anonymous lewd pictures, but this guy—who was it, daring to so brazenly take a picture up her skirt? And that angle just now seemed to have included her face.
When she looked up, she saw Akira's phone screen displaying a somewhat disjointed photo.
"You wanted to take it like this, didn't you? No need to thank me—I helped you finish it. My name is Akira."
Eh?
Futaba Rio had expected the other person to be a perverted uncle. But she didn't expect to be charmed by Akira's good looks. But just because he was handsome, could he do such things?
"Delete it."
Futaba Rio didn't shout, but said to Akira with some anger.
"I can't do that. This is a work I managed to capture with great difficulty today. How can I easily delete it? Of course, deleting it is also an option—but give me 1 million yen."
"This is blackmail. It's illegal."
Futaba Rio gritted her teeth.
"But before it becomes illegal, I will post this photo online. How about it? Do you want everyone to know you?"
Akira was smiling, as cool as the morning sun. But to Futaba Rio, this was a demon mercilessly mocking her.
Should she call the police to arrest this person, or spend one million yen to get her photo back?
Futaba Rio, like any normal person, chose the latter.
And this was a trap Akira had deliberately set.
Although the current Futaba Rio was Futaba Rio, the other Futaba Rio—wearing a white coat and glasses—controlled the economic lifeline. Akira's goal was to bring the two Futaba Rios together. Once they got on the tram, both Futaba Rios would be marked. Then it would be a double hit. He just didn't know if this counted as conquering two targets. Would the conquest value be doubled?
Futaba Rio pursed her lips, took out her phone, and sent a message to the other Futaba Rio, who was at home, unsure what to do. And the moment she saw the message, Futaba Rio became nervous.
Once the photo was posted online, it would definitely affect her image. If she were doxxed by people online, the things she would face would be far more than just transferring schools.
Two hours later, at the tram station?
The transaction was to take place on the tram. However, he currently had no 1 million yen in his hands. 1 million yen was equivalent to two months' salary for an employee. Unless, the other party still had room for maneuver.
Regardless, The Rational Futaba Rio planned to meet first, then discuss further matters.
Akira and Futaba Rio's doppelganger sat on the back seat at the tram station. An hour later, Futaba Rio, dressed in completely different attire and carrying a bag, entered Akira's line of sight. She was in casual clothes, her gray hair casually draped over her chest.
"I've already taken leave."
This was what Futaba Rio said to herself.
After saying this, Futaba Rio looked at Akira. She really couldn't understand why someone would choose to resolve this matter at a bustling tram station. And after seeing Akira's handsome face, she understood even less. Given Akira's handsomeness, he would have a group of "girlfriends" willing to take photos with him. There was no need to act so rashly.
"Did you bring the money?"
Akira interrupted Futaba Rio's thoughts.
"I don't have that much money. I've said it before—I'm just a student, it's impossible for me to have 1 million yen."
The gyaru Futaba Rio mumbled discontentedly.
But Akira smiled. "Very good—you two follow me onto the tram, and I'll tell you how to resolve this matter."
Futaba Rio's expression was strange after hearing this. Although a tram was a temporarily enclosed space, it was not a place to discuss such matters. So, what exactly was the purpose of this young man named Akira?
Suddenly, she thought of some bad outcomes. Her hostility toward Akira instantly rose again. It should be said that from the moment this incident occurred, both Futaba Rios already harbored great hostility toward Akira. And now, this hostility had reached the level to trigger Art Space.
As soon as the two of them stepped onto the tram, Akira could pull them into Art Space. There were no completely private scenes on the tram either. As long as she cried out loudly, the nearby passengers would surely not stand by and do nothing.
But this was definitely the last resort. First, she needed to make him take out his phone, and after confirming its location, then find a way to restrict the young man's movements. One of her alone definitely wouldn't work, but if there were two of her, there was hope.
The tram pulled into the station and stopped steadily. Akira was the first to enter the carriage. "You won't see anyone board from this door."
Bewitch Heart + Cognitive Distortion.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The moment the two Futaba Rios stepped onto the tram, a rift appeared, and the three disappeared into the tram.