[Ding!
Avenger triggered.
Obtained 1 free attribute point.] Now I’ve cooled down a lot.
Kenma awkwardly scratched his head.
After being turned into a kit-kat like Gojo Satoru, his previous swelling pride over his power vanished without a trace in an instant.
Assigning the attribute point to defense once again, he stood up.
However, he didn’t head toward the alley like he had in the past dozen or so cycles.
He already had a plan in mind.
In this loop, he wouldn’t blindly go throw his life away just to stack attribute points.
Even if he were to die, he would get extra rewards before dying.
Coincidentally, ever since arriving in this world, he had never taken in its scenery—it had always been blood and death.
Walking on the main street, all sorts of pedestrians brushed past him.
The cheerful laughter between friends, the sweet intimacy between couples, and the rushed workers.
Every single scene was captured by Kenma’s keen five senses.
If he ignored the various furries walking back and forth on the road, he would think he had just transmigrated to medieval times rather than a so-called another world.
Speaking of which, I can’t reading any of these otherworldly characters.
This was very strange.
Clearly, the pronunciations were identical and the meanings were the same, but the script used for writing was different.
Looking at the street stalls shouting their wares, Kenma felt his pockets.
He was still empty-handed and penniless.
But for him now, poverty was no longer a problem.
In less than a minute, he had nearly ten small cloth pouches in his hands, filled with currency.
“Oi!
Young man, wanna buy some app— It’s you again?
Young man, do you have money now?” Kenma pulled out a few copper coins from a pouch, and handed them to the green-haired vendor.
“I used a little trick to get some money just now, so I came to buy appas.” Hearing this, the appa vendor grinned.
He couldn’t care less where the money came from, beaming happily as he took it.
“Then you’ve come to the right place, young man.
My appas are big and sweet.
Your money could buy three or four, but I’ll give you five—just consider it making a friend.” The vendor washed the appas in a nearby water basin, bagged them, and handed them over.
Taking the bag of appas, Kenma pulled one out and started munching on it, contemplating in his mind.
Chewing, he asked casually, “By the way, vendor, do you know which way the slums are?” “The slums?” The vendor paused, then pointed in a direction.
“Over there, I reckon it’s about a dozen kilometers away.
But why are you going there?
That place is crawling with thieves.” “Nothing, just asking.” After asking, Kenma began strolling along the street.
Whenever he saw an interesting otherworldly snack, he would pull out money to buy it.
Looking at the eight bags of street snacks hanging from his hands, Kenma could hardly hold it together.
Talk about the Gluttony route—this is the real Gluttony route.
Right then, a swift sound rushed over from afar.
Kenma sensed it immediately and looked in that direction.
“Hey mister, move out of the way!
I’m making a break for it!
Don’t blame me if I crash into you!” A blonde girl running at incredible speed with a sly smile on her face brushed past Kenma standing on the street side, shouting as she ran.
This girl is…
Felt?
Seeing that the direction the blonde girl was fleeing aligned with where the appa vendor had pointed, along with her signature blonde hair, Kenma easily deduced her identity.
Looks like in this timeline, she has already stolen the insignia.
With his current physical capabilities, he was fully capable of intercepting Felt, with a high probability of success.
Faced with the choice between blocking or letting her go, Kenma took a bite of his appa with a nonchalant face, the sweet flavour bursting in his mouth.
As the saying goes, with great power comes…
great power.
Luckily, his physical condition was good.
Otherwise, he would have missed this show.
Not long after Felt ran past, a commotion arose on the main street.
Pedestrians stepped aside to both sides of the street, faces full of disgust.
Seeing this scene, Kenma immediately knew who was making an appearance.
As the beautiful silver-haired half-elf ran down the street with her head lowered, Kenma blended into the crowd, still casually munching on his appa.
Say what you will, this appa really was delicious, big and sweet.
He wondered how apples were cultivated in another world.
— As time passed, the sun gradually dipped below the horizon, and the endless glow of the setting sun turned the sky fiery red.
Emilia was still searching, accompanied by a grey cat floating in midair beside her.
“Lia.
It’s time for my sleep cycle.
I really can’t hold out anymore.” Saying that, Puck let out a yawn, floated onto Emilia’s shoulder, and then dissolved into motes of light, merging into the gem on her chest.
Emilia touched the surface of the green gem, her tone tender.
“Thank you for your hard work, Puck.
I’ll handle the rest myself.” “Alright.
Be careful on your own, Lia.” “Mm.” Looking at the cluster of dilapidated houses ahead, Emilia then looked toward the tiny specks of light beside her.
“Mister Spirit, you said you saw that blonde girl run into here, right?” The tiny specks of light darted up and down as if saying something.
Receiving an affirmative answer, Emilia’s gaze hardened with determination as she strode into the slums.
The surrounding houses were in utter ruin, with missing sections on many ceilings.
From time to time, residents wearing patched clothes poked their heads out.
When they noticed the gorgeously dressed Emilia, unnatural expressions would wash over their faces, followed by terror, and they hurriedly shut their doors and windows.
Emilia was long accustomed to this prejudice and disgust, forcing herself to ignore their actions.
As the setting sun faded completely, night shrouded the land.
Surrounded by a faint glow, Emilia finally came to a stop before an old wooden shack.
“Mister Spirit, are the insignia and that little girl inside here?
Thank you.” Emilia reached out her hand, paused in midair for a second, and finally gathered the courage to knock on the battered wooden door a few times.
“Hello.
Is anyone inside?” The wooden shack was dead silent, without the slightest response.
Emilia instinctively felt something was wrong.
Frowning slightly, she knocked again tentatively.
“Hello?
Is anyone inside?
If no one answers, I’m opening the door.” Still, there was no response whatsoever.
Something feels off.
The smell wafting through the air is unusual too.
Emilia struggled with herself briefly before finally deciding to push the door open and see what was happening.
She cautiously pushed open the wooden door in front of her.
The dilapidated door emitted a harsh creak the instant it was pushed open.
The moment she saw the scene inside, her eyes suddenly contracted.