In contrast to the old man, Kenji was in a great mood.
With a reach of his hand, he pocketed another “Limiter Fragment” into his card deck.
Perfect!
“By the way, Saitama, have you had lunch?
If not, join us.
We’re heading to my place for a drink,” Kenji asked casually, making a drinking gesture.
Grumble…
A strange noise echoed in the alley, and the three of them instantly turned their eyes to its source.
Saitama’s stomach.
Kenji immediately waved his hand, signaling Saitama not to say another word.
“Okay, I get it.” “…” x2 “Um, my clothes got torn by accident, so I want to go to a tailor shop first.” Saitama, somewhat used to Kenji’s enthusiasm, nodded and tugged at his severely damaged sweatpants.
“I know an owner who’s really nice; sometimes he doesn’t even charge me.” “Uh…” Kenji was about to offer him some of his own clothes, but then he thought that friends should be on equal footing.
If he just kept giving, wouldn’t it turn into charity?
“Alright then.
We’ll wait for you at my place.
Be quick about it.” “Got it!” Watching Saitama run off, Kenji glanced at the motionless monster on the ground.
After a moment of thought, he said, “Mr.
Bang, how about I contact Lani to clean this up?
It’s not good to just leave a monster lying around.” “Indeed,” Bang agreed.
Kenji called Lani to explain the situation, making sure to mention that Saitama was the one who defeated the monster.
However, upon hearing that the person wasn’t a registered professional hero, Lani immediately lost interest, merely promising repeatedly that she would send someone to handle the aftermath.
Kenji had no intention of making decisions for Saitama, especially since he himself didn’t care about such empty titles.
…
Sizzle!
Pungent smoke rose in the kitchen, only to be swiftly sucked away by the powerful range hood.
Various ingredients floated around Kenji.
They obediently washed themselves, landed on the cutting board to be chopped to the appropriate size by the knife, and finally jumped into the wok one after another.
This was followed by perfectly proportioned seasonings and sauces.
The entire process was orderly, and the “chef” only had to handle the stir-frying.
If he were a bit lazier, he could have just left the entire cooking process to his telekinesis.
In the living room, Saitama and Bang held their teacups, their eyes simultaneously glued to the person performing outrageous stunts in the kitchen.
Even the young, singing and dancing idols on the TV had lost their appeal.
“Psychic powers really are a cheat…” Saitama muttered, catching Bang’s eye.
(ーー゛) ( ﹁ ﹁ ) ┑(￣Д ￣)┍ × 2 “Hey, hey, hey!
The chicken soup is ready!” Wearing an apron, Kenji brought over a large pot of chicken soup, surrounded by several plates of hot dishes floating in the air.
“Since there are three of us, let’s just have hotpot.
I also stir-fried a few appetizers.
We’re not going home until we’re drunk tonight!” With a clap of his hands, a massive amount of fresh ingredients bought from the convenience store was released from the Fantasy Cards, and the plugged-in hotpot began to boil.
Bubble, bubble, bubble…
The rich aroma of the broth, simmered from a whole chicken, filled the air, assaulting the taste buds of the three men.
Soon, the large coffee table was completely filled.
As Kenji brought out several large cases of chilled and room-temperature beer, Bang and Saitama’s expressions grew solemn.
In this moment, their manly intuition told them the exact same thing: This will be a war!
…
Night fell.
After sending off the tipsy Bang and Saitama, Kenji stretched and used his telekinesis to clean up the chaotic battlefield.
One of them was a powerful martial artist, and the other was future bald man who would stand at the pinnacle of the world.
Kenji wasn’t worried about their safety at all.
Instead, the monsters of City Z had better pray to the gods that they wouldn’t run into those two.
Last month, combining the drops from monsters, he had done four ten-pulls with no success.
But today, the “Water Stream Breathing Technique” he pulled from Bang was the third SR card he’d received since transmigrating!
Kenji was speechless.
However, his physique had grown somewhat sturdier thanks to the solid boost in his four core attributes.
Especially the increase in his mental strength, which made his telekinesis much easier to handle.
There was a time when he even considered class-changing into a stationary mage.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t unlocked any illumination spells yet, so the idea was shelved.
Today, another set of ten pulls was ready.
Combined with his Stand’s completed upgrade, his gacha addiction immediately flared up.
Draw card!
[Speed (N): Attribute Card.
Description omitted.] [Constitution (N): Attribute Card.
Description omitted.] [Strength (N): Attribute Card.
Description omitted.] [Constitution (N): Attribute Card.
Description omitted.] [Strength (N): Attribute Card.
Description omitted.] [Constitution (N): Attribute Card.
Description omitted.] [Strength (N): Attribute Card.
Description omitted.] [Strength (N): Attribute Card.
Description omitted.] [Spirit (SR): Attribute Card.
100 units of Spirit attribute.
Description omitted.] [AT Field (SR): Ability Card.
The soul substance (spiritual power) unique to lifeforms in the Evangelion world.
The “Wall of the Heart” that separates oneself from others and the objective world, also known as the “Absolute Terror Field.”] A god-tier pull!
Blinded by two consecutive flashes of purple light, Kenji rubbed his eyes vigorously just to confirm he wasn’t dreaming.
Seriously, nothing for a month, and now they all come at once?!
Just today alone, he’d gotten three SRs!
But hey, you can never have too much of a good thing~ Wiping away his drool, Kenji held the two purple cards in his hands while simultaneously reinforcing his attributes as usual.
After reading the card information, his expression became increasingly strange.
[Fantasy Card: AT Field] [Card Type: Ability Card] [Rarity: SR] [Introduction: The soul substance unique to lifeforms in the Evangelion world.
The “Wall of the Heart” that separates oneself from others and the objective world, also known as the “Absolute Terror Field.”] [Effect 1: Soul Manifestation] [Transforms spiritual power into a special soul substance.] [Effect 2: Deploy Absolute Terror Field] [Provides powerful defense against ordinary physical, energy, and high-temperature attacks.
Highly condensed to block external matter or exert a reactive force.] [Effect 3: Field Manipulation] [Can freely generate and control the field for impact, defense, intrusion, neutralization, and reversal.] The unprecedented SR Spirit Card went without saying; one of them was equivalent to a hundred N-tier Spirit Cards.
Its effect was simple and brutal—it could practically double Kenji’s current spiritual power!
The other purple card was even more extraordinary.
it was known as a mind-based ability where the more introverted you were, the more invincible you became.
In the hands of Angels or introverted children, it could easily destroy the world; once it touched the realm of gods, creating or ending the world was a piece of cake.
Glancing at the SR Spirit Card in his hand, Kenji instantly had his answer.
After finishing with the miscellaneous attribute enhancements, it was time for the main course.
He slammed the two purple cards into his chest one after the other.
A cool energy enveloped his brain.
His previously lake-sized spiritual power began to surge like a rising tide, and its total volume skyrocketed.
At the same time, his mind, and even his indescribable soul, underwent an expansion akin to the birth and growth of life.
Like a seed taking root and sprouting into a towering tree, it crossed from the ethereal into reality, materializing into an entity with actual weight.
In front of him, the air spontaneously condensed into nested, polygonal crystalline barriers.
Brilliant blue light flowed within them, appearing simultaneously as a fragile, illusory bubble and an indestructible, eternal bedrock!
Enhancement complete!
Kenji opened his eyes and carefully examined the spontaneously deployed AT Field in front of him.
Reaching out to touch it, he could clearly feel the solid existence of the barrier.
Its strength far exceeded the crude spiritual force fields he had previously created with his telekinesis.
Clenching his fist, he tried throwing a punch.
A strike with about half his full power created ripples of iridescent, polygonal waves on the AT Field!
Centering on the point of impact, the kinetic energy applied to the AT Field was dispersed and transmitted as mechanical waves, eventually dissipating entirely.
All it caused was a visible vibration of the soul substance; the structural integrity of the force field barrier did not diminish at all.
The only drawback was probably the rate at which it consumed spiritual power.
Just to maintain this barrier, Kenji broke into a slight sweat.
His doubled spiritual power was constantly condensing into manifested soul substance to feed the force field.
The moment it was impacted, the rate of spiritual power consumption increased geometrically.
Kenji estimated that he could only maintain the field for about ten minutes.
In a high-intensity battle, this duration would likely drop by more than tenfold.
It all depended on the intensity of the enemy’s attacks.
Stopping the output of his spiritual power, the AT Field dissipated.
Kenji breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his tired forehead.
It seemed that even with his current strength, he still couldn’t unleash the true power of the AT Field.
In battle, he would probably have to turn it on and off quickly just to manage the cost.
However, as a cheat user, Kenji wasn’t worried.
At his rate of getting stronger, by the time Tatsumaki joined the Hero Association, it was still up in the air who would be the Association’s strongest esper!
…..
Water Stream Dojo.
Ha!
Hiyah!
In the morning, Bang was leading his disciples in morning practice.
At this time, the Water Stream Dojo was still quite lively, with dozens of disciples practically filling the entire training ground.
Yet, behind this prosperity lay a sense of desolation.
Despite the large number of people, very few were capable of inheriting his legacy.
“Charanko, use your waist more!
Did I teach you to throw such weak, floppy punches?” “Y-yes!
Master!” After helping an hardworking but undeniably talentless young disciple correct his stance, Bang’s gaze fell on another student.
Only fifteen years old and already nearly 1.8 meters tall, his naturally white hair was parted into two spikes on his head.
He had excellent aptitude, but his personality was cold.
He barely interacted with his fellow disciples, doing everything alone.
Garou.
Bang used to think this kid was the one he’d been looking for, but after observing him for half a year, his doubts only grew.
He always felt that beneath that cold exterior hid things even he couldn’t see through.
‘I’ll just keep watching for now.’ As Bang thought this, his ears suddenly twitched.
Hm?
“Continue practicing!” “Yes!” _____ T/N: