บท 1: Chapter 1 System.
At 4 o'clock in the morning, all was quiet.
Aomori, lying on a 2.2-meter-wide bed, slowly opened his eyes.
[Ding! Congratulations to the player Aomori for achieving the achievement of waking up handsome for three consecutive months and receiving the title of 'Super Hunk,' with an added effect: +5 Charisma. Would you like to equip it?]
"No."
Compared to +5 Charisma, the "+1 to all attributes" effect of the currently equipped "Little Novice" better suited him.
Aomori quickly got out of bed, neatly folding the blanket into tofu-like blocks. He glanced at himself in the full-length mirror, a perfect face that was increasingly resembling the one from his memories. Then, he headed to the bathroom.
After a quick wash, he changed into sportswear and put on his sneakers before heading out.
Five minutes later, Aomori arrived at a nearby small forest and began his daily training routine.
Every day, he did 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and ran 10 kilometers. He had been maintaining this training regimen since he crossed into this world three months ago.
It was excruciating at first, but Aomori persevered due to his intense desire for strength. Now, it had become a habit, and he felt uncomfortable on days when he didn't complete it.
The results of his training were impressive, with his attribute points steadily increasing. However, the growth rate had slowed down over time, and he was becoming less satisfied with this training intensity.
Fortunately, Aomori had a system.
The monster-hunting system, as Aomori named it, allowed him to gain experience and points by killing non-human creatures. These points could be used to open treasure chests and obtain various magical items and skills.
For example,
[Name: Heavy Training Suit Set (Blue) (Equipped)]
[Description: From "Dragon Ball," the training suit worn by Son Goku during his travels. Equipping it increases experience gain by 10% and training effectiveness by 10%.]
[Note: "Wait a moment, I'll take off my clothes."]
The heavy training suit set included a top, wrist guards, and shoes. Aomori chose to hide the appearance and had taken many days to adapt to its weight.
Training became even more challenging; he would break into a sweat after just 20 push-ups, feeling utterly exhausted.
At times like these, Aomori would raise his hand, and a beam of holy light would fall upon him, instantly relaxing his pores and making him feel so good he could almost moan.
"Mmm~"
[Name: Lesser Healing Art (Blue)]
[Description: Skill card, learnable. From "Hearthstone," it can heal minor injuries, alleviate severe injuries, restore stamina, and relieve fatigue when used on a target.]
[Note: "Wow! This is amazing! Thank you!"]
With his stamina restored, Aomori resumed his training.
He repeated this cycle, and by around 7 o'clock, he had completed his daily training tasks and returned to his home. He took a hot shower, which was part of his morning routine.
But today was a little different.
"Ding dong! Ding dong!"
Aomori, just out of the shower, furrowed his brow slightly, changed into his loungewear, and opened the door.
"Too slow, Aomori, you..." Standing outside was a mature woman with black hair and red lips, dressed in a professional outfit. She paused mid-sentence, her eyes fixed on Aomori, filled with admiration.
His wet black hair, slightly misty black eyes from the steam, and drops of water running down his finely sculpted features and tantalizing collarbone all contributed to her captivating presence.
"Just out of the shower Aomori, get!" she exclaimed.
Aomori, unfazed, leaned against the door frame and asked, "Miss Fujiwara, may I ask what brings you here?"
Two months ago, Aomori had been discovered by a talent scout due to his outstanding looks. Within a month of his debut, he had released two albums, each with beloved songs. He had become a well-known rising star, and Miss Fujiwara was his manager.
"Slurp!" Miss Fujiwara was a professional and quickly regained her composure, wiping her mouth. She then urgently grabbed Aomori's arm and said, "We're running out of time, get in the car first."
However, even with all her effort, she couldn't pull Aomori.
Seeing Aomori's lack of expression, Miss Fujiwara cleared her throat and said, "Today, there's a very important audition for the male and female leads in Director Edwards' new film. Aomori! It's that Director Edwards, the world-famous director who has won numerous awards. If you can act in his film, you'll definitely become a mega superstar!"
Miss Fujiwara gestured animatedly, eager to introduce Aomori to Director Edwards.
"Miss Fujiwara, didn't we agree on this when I signed the contract? I won't do acting. I'll only accept jobs like singing, dancing, and commercials."
Aomori's current goal was singular: to become stronger, stronger than anyone else!
Well, at least stronger than the average person.
Therefore, he wouldn't accept acting roles that consumed too much time. Absolutely not!
"But this is a huge opportunity, Aomori, you have great potential!" Miss Fujiwara persisted.
"No need to say more, I won't agree," Aomori turned and prepared to go back inside.
"Why are you like this?" Miss Fujiwara sighed in defeat. "Just last night, the investors said they'd pay 200 million if you took the lead role..."
200 million? Aomori's ears perked up, and he halted in his tracks.
In the speeding car, Miss Fujiwara was ecstatic. In the back seat, Aomori, now dressed in a handsome suit, rested his chin on his hand, gazing at the receding scenery.
Aomori had initially not wanted to go, but the offered sum was too tempting.
"By the way, Aomori, would you consider moving to a different place to live? The outskirts of Z City are too far and remote. It's not safe for someone to live there alone; you might encounter strange people."
Strange people were non-human monsters that had originated from various causes. Most of them were hostile and caused disasters for humanity and cities, making them the primary source of chaos in this world.
If Aomori had just arrived in this world, he might have been afraid of strange people. However, for the current Aomori, encountering strange people meant gaining experience points, and he would actually be happy about it.
Moreover, his current residence was a standalone house with two floors, offering ample space and peace.
So, Aomori declined Miss Fujiwara's proposal. "No need, it's quiet there, and I like it."
"Alright." Miss Fujiwara understood that Aomori was a determined individual. Once he made up his mind, he wouldn't easily change it. She decided not to dwell on this "minor matter" and made up her mind to find an opportunity to persuade Aomori to move.
As Miss Fujiwara let her thoughts wander, she suddenly heard Aomori say, "Stop the car!"
"Huh?"
"I said, stop the car!"
"Oh, okay!" Miss Fujiwara was startled by the coldness in Aomori's tone and instinctively brought the car to a halt.
When she turned around, Aomori had already disappeared, and the car's rear door was wide open.
"I didn't expect trouble to come knocking like this."
Seeing the billowing smoke not far away and hearing occasional screams, Aomori couldn't help but smile with excitement. He swung his right hand, summoning an unremarkable sword into his hand.
[Name: Best Sword in the Village (White) (Equipped)]
[Description: As the name suggests, it's the best sword in the village.]
[Note: "A gift from the village chief when I left."]
"Sss-hah!"
As he sprinted, Aomori maintained a rhythmic breath, and purple electrical energy appeared all over his body. His running speed increased, and he eventually turned into a lightning bolt.
[Name: Thunder Breathing Technique (Blue)]
[Description: Skill card, learnable. From "Demon Slayer," it enters the Thunder Breathing - Full Concentration mode, significantly enhancing physical attributes, reaction speed, and agility while imposing a certain burden on the body.]
[Note: "Full Concentration! Thunder Breathing First Form: Thunderclap and Flash!"]
"I'm the Potato Monster, transformed from eating too many potatoes! Taste my potato bombs!" In the center of the commotion, a giant potato with arms and legs was maniacally laughing. It occasionally plucked small potato chunks from its head and hurled them into the crowd. These seemingly ordinary potato chunks caused violent explosions, resulting in numerous casualties among the bystanders.
"Mom! Sob, sob..."
"Help me, can someone please help me?" Many people were crying for help.
At that moment, blue, dragon-shaped flames infused with electricity flashed across the scene. The overconfident Potato Monster wailed as it burned into charred remains in the blue flames, emitting a tantalizing aroma.
[Name: One Sword Style Flying Dragon Fire (Blue)]
[Description: Consumable skill card (2/3). From "One Piece," Zoro's One Sword Style sword technique. It generates friction in the air through rapid slashes, causing the enemy's wounds to ignite after being cut.]
[Note: "Coolness is everything!"]
"Saved," the surviving citizens looked at the tall figure with gratitude and awe.
"He's a hero, a hero has come to rescue us!"
"His name is Aomori; I've seen him on TV."
"So handsome..."
Aomori, the traveler, 20 years old, 1.8 meters tall, a super hunk with a system, had just started his career but was already a hero!
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