The setting sun cast long shadows across the school buildings of Sōbu High School.
Ai walked alone down the slope leading away from the school, clutching a pink envelope with a bleeding eye drawn on it.
Although he maintained his ’emotionless’ poker face on the surface, he was frantically calling out to the system in his mind.
“System, explain this thing.”
A pale pink light screen unfolded before his eyes.
This time, the system finally returned to its proper duties, popping up a detailed mission prompt.
[Ding!
Low-level supernatural item detected: [Resentment Chain Letter]]
[Description: A cursed letter formed by the collective resentment of girls who have been rejected multiple times (accompanied by a low-level imp who loves to join in the fun). It usually causes the recipient to have three days of bad luck (e.g., choking on water or running out of toilet paper in the bathroom).]
[Daily Task Triggered: King’s Scorn]
[Task Description: As the future God of Romance, how dare a mere low-level curse act so presumptuously? Without using physical exorcism, use only your aura to make the imp attached to the letter feel inferior and dissipate on its own.]
[Task Reward: Charisma +1 (stably increasing), 5,000 Yen in cash.]
[Failure Penalty: Charisma -1 (becoming ugly is the greatest punishment for you).]
Ai’s mouth twitched slightly as he read the task description.
Making a ghost feel inferior?
This system really knows its way around PUA.
He stopped walking and approached a trash can by the roadside.
At this moment, there was no one around.
Ai activated [Spiritual Vision].
On the envelope, a dark, blob-like imp resembling a piece of moldy mochi was peeking out, letting out a creepy “hee-hee-hee” laugh while trying to rub its bad luck onto him.
Ai didn’t say a word.
He simply lowered his eyelids slightly, quietly staring at the imp with his deep, deathly still black eyes, now enhanced by 73 points of Charisma.
There was no fear in his gaze, no disgust—only a kind of…
ultimate indifference, as if he were looking at a shriveled earthworm on the side of the road.
It was a high-dimensional suppression inherent to a transmigrator’s soul, combined with the cold temperament he had been forced to develop while enduring the pain of his soul tearing.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The imp, which had been acting arrogant, suddenly found its laughter stuck in its throat.
Staring into those eyes, it felt an inexplicable chill from the depths of its soul.
‘He…
he’s not afraid of me?’
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‘Waaaah, I’m a useless ghost…
I can’t even scare people…
I don’t deserve to be a ghost…’
The imp’s originally bloated body began to shrivel rapidly, its color turning from black to grayish-white.
Finally, it let out a pathetic “ying” and turned into a wisp of green smoke, dissipating in shame and indignation.
[Ding! Task “King’s Scorn” completed.]
[Reward Issued: Charisma +1 (Current Charisma: 74), 5,000 Yen in cash has been credited.]
[System Prompt: The increase in Charisma will undergo deep cellular optimization during your sleep tonight. host, please ensure the quality of your sleep.]
Ai casually tossed the letter, which had now turned back into ordinary scrap paper, into the combustible trash bin.
“Boring.”
He coldly spat out those two words and turned to head home…
The next morning.
Ai woke up on time, driven by his internal biological clock.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt a difference.
His body felt lighter than yesterday, and the faint stinging pain caused by the incompatibility between his soul and body seemed to have eased a bit.
He walked to the sink and looked into the mirror.
Charisma: 74.
This was a watershed moment.
If 70 was a passerby and 73 was handsome, then 74, combined with his unique temperament, could already be described as “captivating.”
The boy in the mirror had skin so fine that pores were almost invisible.
His originally messy eyebrows seemed to have been fine-tuned by the system, becoming sharp and heroic.
Most noticeable were his eyelashes, which had become thicker and longer; when he half-closed his eyes, they cast a small shadow under his eyelids, giving him a naturally melancholic and soulful look.
“This system… its plastic surgery skills are indeed god-tier.”
Ai touched his face and tried to make a funny face, but as soon as he moved the corners of his mouth, the familiar warning of sharp pain immediately struck.
“Hiss—”
He immediately reverted to his expressionless state.
Fine, he would have to keep maintaining his ‘aloof’ persona.
After washing up, Ai walked into the kitchen.
Since his Charisma had increased, he couldn’t let his other core skill fall behind.
[God-Tier Cooking (Home Cooking)].
Ai opened the refrigerator and took out the fresh eggs and milk he had specifically bought the night before.
He planned to make Tamagoyaki.
It was a most basic home-cooked dish, but one that truly tested a cook’s skill.
Beating the eggs, straining them, adding dashi stock and a little sugar.
Turning on the heat, warming the pan, and brushing it with oil.
As the egg liquid was poured into the specialized rectangular pan, the [God-Tier Cooking] skill activated automatically.
Ai’s wrist flicked nimbly, and the chopsticks seemed to come alive, rolling up the semi-solidified egg liquid layer by layer.
There were no glowing lights, nor did his clothes explode.
However, as the steam rose, an indescribable aroma filled with a sense of ‘happiness’ instantly saturated the entire kitchen.
It wasn’t just the smell of food; it was more like an olfactory magic that could evoke a person’s deepest longing for ‘home’.
Ten minutes later.
Golden, soft, and tender Tamagoyaki, with cross-sections as neat as a work of art, were arranged tidily in a bento box.
Ai looked at his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction.
He had deliberately made an extra portion.
For whom?
It went without saying…
Sōbu High School, lunch break.
Ai was still sitting in his seat by the window.
Meanwhile, Yotsuya Miko, sitting in the row in front of him, had been in a state of ‘restlessness’ since the end of the first class.
Because…
it smelled too good!
Was Ai hiding some five-star hotel delicacy in his bag?
Why was it giving off an aroma that made her mouth water uncontrollably?
Finally, the lunch bell rang.
Ai took out his bento box.
Yotsuya Miko turned around almost reflexively, her hands resting on the back of her chair as her large eyes stared intently at the lunch box in Ai’s hands.
“Fujiwara-san…”
She swallowed her saliva, her voice soft and sweet.
“Did you… make this yourself today too?”
Ai glanced at her.