Deliveries.
Of course, they were not just ordinary deliveries.
The Jinguji Group was too weak and too small.
It had neither the qualifications nor the strength to interfere in high-end markets such as loan sharking, smuggling, and similar businesses.
Its main income came from bars, entertainment districts, adult services, and the sale of certain illegal drugs related to insomnia or fitness that normally required a prescription.
The profits were limited.
The delivery fees were limited too.
If Jingu Yoru relied only on being a rider, the best he could do was scrape together enough to eat.
So why did he not choose faster-paying jobs like host work, club service, or similar professions?
Naturally, it was because being a “rider” made it much easier for him to search for high-quality templates.
“Hope my luck explodes tonight and I find a green one!” After putting on his helmet, he got onto his fourth-hand little scooter and awkwardly folded his long legs onto the front footboard.
Then Jingu Yoru set off.
That’s right.
His system was the plugin system from a small game he used to play.
It was combat-focused and a massive mashup.
Extraordinary traits, martial arts techniques, magic skills, divine abilities, daoist arts—everything was treated as a plugin that could drop after defeating monsters.
After that, he could either become stronger through idle training or spend coins to skip the process, strengthening those plugin traits onto his character.
Among them, trait plugins were divided into five quality levels.
White meant ordinary.
Green meant the first step into the extraordinary.
Purple meant extraordinary.
Gold meant legendary.
Orange meant mythic.
And red meant special.
Of course, even within the same quality level, the difference could be enormous.
Red, which was ranked last, was not the strongest.
Instead, it represented random attributes.
For example, the physique template of Saitama-sensei from One-Punch Man was the most classic kind of special template.
In an One-Punch Man instance, it would make him invincible.
But on other instance maps, it would not have that effect.
Skill plugins, on the other hand, were divided by proficiency and realm.
The ranks were Entry, Beginner, Proficient, Expert, Master, Grandmaster, and Return to Truth.
The two template systems were like hardware and software, compatible with each other.
In the game, as long as he idled for a while, low-quality plugins would drop all over the ground.
Duplicate plugins of the same type could be fused without any quantity limit, and there were many advancement routes.
But…
Reality was not a game.
There was no fixed monster respawn mechanism.
There were far too few people who could manifest plugins.
Because this was a combat-oriented system, the minimum requirement for manifesting a skill plugin was mastery of at least one combat skill.
As for physique plugins, the requirement was even harsher.
One had to break through human physiological limits.
Where was he supposed to find people like that in the real world?
That was why, up to now, Jingu Yoru had only discovered plugins on a handful of people, such as Tenma Nozomi, Mitani Hana, and Iori Ichika.
Even then, they were either ordinary quality or damaged.
… Tenma Nozomi: Former professional fighter.
Age: 27.
Height: 162 cm.
Weight: 52 kg.
Nickname: Crusher Pegasus.
Style: Mixed Martial Arts.
Skill: Lock Techniques (Expert).
Physique Trait: Hyper-Vision (Green) (Damaged, unusable).
A dynamic visual sense surpassing ordinary humans, allowing her to easily capture an opponent’s movement trajectory.
… Mitani Hana: Leader of a declining Jinguuji Yakuza Family.
Age: 27.
Height: 167 cm.
Weight: 57 kg.
Nickname: Elegant Yakuza.
Style: Mixed Martial Arts.
Skill: Slap Defense (Expert).
… Iori Ichika: Delinquent police officer.
Age: 27.
Height: 171 cm.
Weight: 60 kg.
Style: Mixed Martial Arts.
Skill: Striking Techniques (Expert).
Physique Trait: Madness (White+).
After entering a state of madness, she throws aside all technical considerations and completely crushes her opponent through pure violence.
It could truly be called madness.
… There was a green one.
But it was damaged.
Judging from their current states, Iori Ichika was undoubtedly the strongest.
Not only did she possess a skill template, she also had a physique template.
But as mentioned before, reality was not a game.
He could not delete his account and start over.
Therefore, Jingu Yoru had to be extremely cautious with his first template, which was also the only initial template the system would provide for free.
If he made the wrong choice at the start, it would become far too difficult to obtain higher-quality templates beyond his level later.
That was because after the template system became reality, plugins would only drop if he personally defeated the opponent.
Obviously, things like clearing the screen with a nuclear explosion would not work.
Actually, Jingu Yoru’s demands were not high.
Any random green one would be enough.
After all, the first plugin could only be green at most.
Of course, paid players were an exception!
The more one spent, the higher the initial plugin unlock limit became.
There was even a ten-pull gacha option.
Unfortunately, the payment system and gacha pool had not materialized together with the system.
… Character: Jingu Yoru Gender: Male.
Age: 22.
Height: 187 cm.
Weight: 85 kg.
Language Template: System-provided.
Can freely switch between Earth’s major mainstream languages.
Traits: None.
Skills: None.
Owned Plugins: 0.
Achievements: 0/10.
Collect 10 templates to unlock a new map.
Pending Activation Plugins: 1.
Newbie Gift Pack.
Can copy one “observed” template as the initial plugin.
Quality limit: Green (Expert).
… “If only the gacha pool were still here.” “If only I could still spend money.” Jingu Yoru closed the panel, feeling deeply regretful.
Otherwise, he felt that his bottom line could still be lowered a little more.
Even if one ten-pull cost him an entire Japanese bank, he would not hesitate.
After all, this was the extraordinary descending into reality, gathering the mighty power of heaven and earth into his own body!
What a shame…
Jingu Yoru rode his scooter slowly, his peripheral vision constantly sweeping across the people on the streets.
He was hoping to see that faint trace of legendary green light.
But there was nothing!
He had deliberately taken a huge detour, yet the result was the same as before.
Not a single thing.
Maybe it was because he had transmigrated for too short a time and had not yet touched the true side of this world.
Other than Tenma Nozomi’s damaged trait, he had not seen a second green one.
But since a “damaged green” existed, then a normal green definitely existed too!
At worst, he would just have to keep searching.
Sharpening the blade did not delay the cutting of firewood.
“This is the place!” After arriving at his destination, Jingu Yoru skillfully avoided the front entrance and turned into the back alley.
Finally, he stopped at the rear door of a fitness club.
Then he took out his phone and sent the customer a message.
“Bro, the goods are here.” Steroid aliens were willing to inject any drug imaginable in pursuit of muscle size.
They had always been the Jinguji Group’s largest customer base.
“Bastard, you’re late again.” Sure enough, only a few minutes later, four or five muscular men with bulging veins, excessive muscle mass, and bodies covered in sweat came out through the back door.
Standing beside them, Jingu Yoru, whose physique barely counted as standard, was made to look as thin as a bean sprout.
“Traffic jam.” Jingu Yoru took out the medicine box and replied perfunctorily.
“Tch.
It’s the same excuse every time.
Be careful, or I’ll switch sellers.” The muscular man in the lead handed over the money with one hand and received the drugs with the other, his expression rather dissatisfied.
“Other sellers aren’t nearly as affordable as us!” Jingu Yoru shrugged without a care and stuffed the money into his money pouch.
So what if he took a detour?
When his coworkers made deliveries, they sometimes ran off halfway through to play pachinko, and there was still nowhere to complain.
“Hmph.
Yeah, that’s the flavor.
My body’s heating up.” One muscular man swallowed a pill, white steam spraying from his nose as his eyes started turning green.
“Right.
Don’t waste time talking to him.
Today, I’m gonna destroy those machines!” Seeing that, the remaining muscular men also impatiently swallowed their pills and charged back into the gym together.
“Hey, wait… forget it.” Jingu Yoru had originally wanted to ask them whether they had heard of any monsters with physical ability far beyond normal people.
But after thinking about it, he decided not to chase after them.
After all, he could also be considered a online fitness guy.
He followed a huge number of fitness bloggers.
Apparently…
Only apparently, okay?
These steroid aliens with absurd amounts of muscle looked incredibly strong, but in reality, their cardiopulmonary condition was basically no different from that of old people.
If they were careless, they could ascend to heaven on the spot.
How could there be any real monsters among them?
Even if there were, it would most likely due to drug resistance.
That was useless to him.
The underworld was still more reliable!
The underworld was filled with all kinds of dangerous people, with outlaws running rampant everywhere.
Maybe there really was a chance that a green template would appear there.
Now, it all depended on his boss lady.
“Don’t disappoint me.” Jingu Yoru turned his scooter around and headed toward his next customer.