Having read that entire boast, Ran crushed the drink bottle in her grasp until it burst apart with a sharp pop, while Sonoko was grinding her teeth so hard she felt like shattering a window.
Vermouth couldn’t resist drawing her sidearm, firing off several rounds into the distance out of sheer irritation.
Over in Osaka, the shears in Shizuka Hattori’s hands clipped shut with a crisp snick, slicing right through a flower arrangement she had just painstakingly perfected.
This transmigrator’s antics were genuinely infuriating to every single one of them.
His paranoia was dialed up to ridiculous levels, making them wonder what on earth he did for a living before transmigrating to end up with such a cowardly mindset.
It left all of them gritting their teeth in annoyance, and the very next lines of text only threw more fuel on the fire.
[I bet a ton of gorgeous girls are grinding their teeth in frustration right about now, but hey, that doesn’t bother me one bit.]
[I only have one thing to say to you all: hit me if you can, come on, hit me!]
[If you’ve got the skills, track me down and take your best shot!]
Reading that absurd taunt, Ran, Sonoko, Vermouth, Ai Haibara, and everyone else simultaneously pictured a smug guy leaning his face forward, playfully patting his own cheek with a mocking grin, and chanting in a provocative tone: “Hit me if you can, come on, hit me!”
The mental image made their collective blood pressure skyrocket.
Even the women who originally had zero intention of searching for him were now tightening their fists.
Given how infuriatingly smug he was being, they became thoroughly determined to hunt him down and land a solid punch right across his face.
They really wanted to see if he’d still have the nerve to say those words once a fist actually slammed into his jaw.
[Alright, alright, no need to stay mad, I was just messing with you.]
[You lovely ladies wouldn’t actually lose your temper over a little joke, right?]
[The whole point of saying all that was just to save you the trouble of wasting energy trying to find me, because I’m not stepping out into the open until I’m fully invincible.]
[Still, leaving things like this would be pretty boring, so how about we play a little game?]
[Every time a new diary entry wraps up, I’ll leave behind a single clue regarding my location.]
[Whether you can actually track me down will depend entirely on your own abilities.]
[If you manage to find me, I’ll answer one question from you completely free of charge—and I know the answer to literally anything.]
[As a dimensional traveler, I’ve watched every single anime series belonging to the two-dimensional worlds you all come from.]
[For instance: Ran, do you want to know where Shinichi Kudō is hiding?]
[Ai Haibara, do you want to know how to tear down the Black Organization once and for all?]
[Nezuko Kamado, Shinobu Kochō, do you want to uncover the true identity of the Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji, and learn how to permanently destroy him?]
[Mikoto Misaka, do you want to know how to reach Level 6?]
[Tsunade, do you want to find out how Nawaki truly died?]
[My lovely ladies, I’ll be waiting for you to come find me.]
[That’s all for today’s diary entry.]
[The system requires a minimum of five hundred words per entry to grant a reward, and before I knew it, I’ve already blown past that mark.]
[Feels like I wrote around two to three thousand words this time.
I wonder what kind of reward I’m going to get.
See you all in the next entry.]
Snapping the notebook shut, Hayashi Rin stretched his arms lazily and strolled over to the window.
Looking through the glass, he watched as Ran Mōri and Sonoko Suzuki climbed into a luxury sedan belonging to the Suzuki family before speeding off down the road.
‘If my guess is right, they’re definitely heading out to rendezvous with Kazuha Tōyama and the other girls who likely got a copy.’
‘I didn’t lie to you girls at all—I did say I moved, but I never specified how far.’
‘You probably all assume I’ve fled far away from Tokyo by now.’
‘Feel free to search all you want.
By the time you actually manage to track me down, my power might already be hovering near absolute invincibility.’
Hayashi Rin turned back around, gazing down at his personal master diary with an amused grin: “Now then, let’s see what kind of reward I snagged from this very first diary entry.”
System: [Ding!
Congratulations to the Host for completing the inaugural Diary Entry mission, exceeding the required word count quota!]
[Granting First-Time Reward: Resurrection Token.]
[The Resurrection Token possesses infinite reusable durability.
It has been permanently soul-bound to the Host and can only be activated by the Host.]
[Usage Limit: Once per calendar week.
Function: Bestows an additional ten years of lifespan onto any chosen target.]
[Unused weekly activations can be stacked and accumulated indefinitely.]
[Can be used repeatedly on the exact same target.]
Hayashi Rin’s eyes lit up the moment he read the description.
This item was ridiculously valuable—it could grant an entire decade of additional lifespan to another person.
With a mechanic like that, if he kept applying it to himself over and over again, wouldn’t that essentially grant him true immortality?
Still, a question popped into his head: why was it named the ‘Resurrection Token’ if its explicit effect was simply extending someone’s lifespan?
System: [If you bestow ten years of lifespan onto a pile of dried bones, what do you think would happen?]
[Would the activation fail, or would it succeed?]
[And if it succeeds, what would the final outcome look like?]
The system’s prompt hit Hayashi Rin like a bolt of lightning, leaving him wide-eyed in realization.
Exactly!
What happens if ten years of active lifespan are forced onto someone who has already passed away?
This was an absolute artifact generated directly by the System, meaning its effectiveness was guaranteed with zero margin for error.
That meant the designated target would unequivocally live for the next ten years, and for that reality to manifest, the deceased target had to be brought back to life first.
No wonder it was called a Resurrection Token!
In other words, the resurrection capability was actually just a natural byproduct of its core lifespan-granting function.
Holding this token granted one resurrection charge every single week, which translated to fifty-two accumulated uses across a single year.
Crunching the numbers, by utilizing this token strategically, Hayashi Rin could theoretically sustain up to five hundred and twenty individuals in a perpetual state of immortality.
All he needed to do was top up someone’s lifespan with ten years once every decade, and that person would never face the clutches of death.
If word of this artifact ever leaked out to the world, countless factions would tear each other apart just to claim it.
Everlasting life had been the ultimate pursuit of rulers and conquerors since the dawn of human civilization.
The initial milestone reward from the System was undeniably extraordinary.
That said, for Hayashi Rin’s current predicament, it felt slightly lacking in immediate practical utility.
Even if he could resurrect over and over, if he ran into an overwhelming adversary, that enemy could easily slaughter him each time he came back.
Once the accumulated charges ran dry, he’d still end up permanently dead.
What he desperately needed right now was raw, direct combat prowess.
Even so, Hayashi Rin wasn’t disappointed in the least.
While he hadn’t landed what he needed most on his very first try, he could simply keep writing diary entries day after day.
Meanwhile, the sudden appearance of Hayashi Rin’s diary was already sparking massive shockwaves across the entire crossover anime universe.
Ai Haibara: “This person knows about the Black Organization…
and he actually knows how to completely eradicate them.”
“I have to find him!”
Over in Osaka, Kazuha Tōyama stared down at the peculiar notebook resting in her hands, her mind swirling: ‘This thing is completely indestructible…
fire can’t burn it, water doesn’t soak it, and even handgun bullets and industrial lasers don’t leave a single scratch.’
‘Most bizarre of all, no matter how far away I throw it, it snaps right back into my grasp with just a single thought.’
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