At last, the tension faded.
"…I need to rest."
Yuuya let out a long breath and reached into his [Item Box], pulling out a Complete Recovery Herb. Without hesitation, he consumed it, the effect was immediate. A surge of warmth flooded his body, spreading from his core to every limb. The lingering damage from the ogre's attack vanished completely—flesh restored, fatigue erased, strength overflowing.
"…Unbelievable."
Physically, he felt perfect, better than perfect.
But—
His mind was another story, the battle, the fear, the shock of nearly dying… it all came crashing down at once.
"…I… can't…"
His vision blurred, before he could even process it, his body gave out. Yuuya collapsed onto the floor, falling into a deep, unconscious sleep.
While he slept—
Change began. Quietly. Unnoticed. The accumulated stat increases, the sudden surge in power, the effects of the herbs and skills—all of it started reshaping his body. Muscle fibers tightened and reformed, excess fat melted away. His frame lengthened, proportions shifting into perfect balance.
His features sharpened—rough edges smoothing into something refined, symmetrical… striking. It wasn't painless, even in unconsciousness, his body twitched slightly, reacting to the intense transformation happening at a fundamental level.
But he didn't wake up and the process continued.
Six hours later
Yuuya's eyes slowly opened.
"…Huh…?"
For a moment, everything felt… different, lighter, sharper and stronger. He pushed himself up, his movements smooth—too smooth.
"…What is this?"
His gaze dropped to his hands lean. Defined. Not even remotely the same as before.
"…No way…"
Rushing to a nearby reflective surface, he froze.
Staring back at him—
Was someone else? A perfectly sculpted physique and clear skin. Sharp, refined features. an undeniably handsome face. Yuuya reached up, touching his cheek as if to confirm it was real.
"…This is… me?"
His voice came out steady—but his eyes betrayed the shock.
"…What the hell happened while I was asleep…?"
He clenched his fist, power surged naturally through his body. No stiffness. No hesitation.
Just control.
"…So this is what all those stats actually do…"
A slow breath left him.
Then—
A faint smile.
"…Yeah… I'm definitely not the same person anymore."
Yuuya stood there for a moment, still trying to process the changes.
"…This feels unreal."
He took a slow breath and focused.
"Alright… let's see everything."
The familiar screen appeared before him. After distributing all of his BP evenly across his stats—
[Tenjou Yuuya]
Occupation: None
Level: 100
Magic: 1520
Attack: 3610
Defense: 3640
Agility: 3580
Intelligence: 1300
Luck: 3525
BP: 0
Skills:
[Appraisal] [Endurance] [Item Box]
[Money Conversion] [Language Comprehension]
[Pain Nullification] [Instant Reaction]
Titles:
[Master of the Door]
[Master of the House]
[Otherworlder]
[First-Time Visitor to Another World]
"…Yeah… that's insane."
He clenched his fist slightly, feeling the power respond instantly, like his body had finally caught up with his stats.
"…No wonder everything feels different."
As he began walking back toward the wooden cabin, something else caught his attention.
"…Wait."
His perspective felt… higher. Yuuya stopped.
"…Did I get taller?"
Judging by the fence and nearby trees, there was no doubt. He had gone from around 5'8" to at least 6'1".
"…You've gotta be kidding me."
He looked down at himself—
And froze, his body had completely changed. Lean. Sharply defined. Every muscle sculpted to near perfection, as if carved with precision. Not bulky—but powerful in a way that looked almost unnatural.
"…This is my body…?"
Then came a second realization.
"…Oh come on…"
His clothes barely fit anymore. Shirt stretched awkwardly. Pants loose in all the wrong places.
"…Seriously?!"
Face heating slightly, he quickly looked around. No one.
"…Good."
Without wasting another second, he hurried back inside the cabin. Once inside, he made a beeline for the cabinet he had noticed earlier.
"Please tell me there's something usable in here…"
He opened it— And immediately spotted a set of clothes.
"…Jackpot."
He activated [Appraisal].
[Royal Silk Shirt]
:: A high-quality shirt made from royal silk. Automatically adjusts to the wearer's body. Maintains perfect temperature. Immune to dirt. Self-repairing.
Contractor: Tenjou Yuuya.
[Royal Silk Pants]
:: High-quality silk pants with automatic size adjustment. Temperature control, dirt immunity, and self-repair included.
Contractor: Tenjou Yuuya.
[Dragon God's Leather Shoes]
:: Crafted from the hide of a Dragon God. Negates environmental effects. Prevents fatigue from movement. Indestructible. Automatically fits the wearer.
Contractor: Tenjou Yuuya.
"…Of course they're broken too."
Yuuya let out a small laugh. Quickly, he changed. The moment he put them on, the clothes adjusted perfectly to his new physique—fitting as if they had been made specifically for him.
"…Okay… that's actually amazing."
He rolled his shoulders, testing the fit. No restriction. No discomfort.
Just… perfect. Yuuya glanced at his reflection once more. A completely different person stared back. Stronger. Sharper. Unrecognizable.
"…Alright…"
His expression hardened slightly.
"…Now we move forward."
Fully dressed in his new gear, Yuuya adjusted the sleeves of his Royal Silk Shirt, the fabric settling perfectly against his body.
"…Alright."
His gaze shifted toward the door—the one that connected this world to his grandfather's house.
"Time to head back."
Just as he was about to move—
A blue notification suddenly appeared.
[Money Conversion Activated]
[Bloody War Demon's Great Fang] → 500,000 Yen
[Magic Stone: Rank B] → 1,000,000 Yen
"…Huh?"
Before he could even process it— Thud. Thud. Thud.
Bundles of paper began falling out of thin air in front of him.
"…Wait—what?!"
They hit the floor one after another, piling up at his feet. Yuuya froze. Slowly, he crouched down and picked one up.
"…No way…"
It was money, stacks of crisp ¥10,000 bills.
"…You've gotta be kidding me."
In stunned silence, he counted over and over. Carefully checking every bundle.
"…1.5 million… yen…?"
His voice barely came out.
Still not trusting it, Yuuya examined the bills more closely—checking texture, print, even holding them up to the light.
"…This looks completely real…"
Frowning, he activated [Appraisal].
[1.5 Million Yen]:: Obtained by converting items from another world. Genuine ¥10,000 bills created by manipulating Earth-based information such as serial numbers to avoid disrupting the global economy.
"…Excuse me?"
Yuuya stared at the description.
"Manipulating… information on Earth?"
He looked back down at the money in his hands.
"No, forget that—this is real."
His grip tightened slightly around the bills.
"If this is actually legit…"
A pause.
"…then I just made 1.5 million yen… instantly."
He let out a quiet breath, still trying to process it.
"…This skill is way more dangerous than I thought."
His eyes flickered back toward the door a new realization settled in.
"This isn't just about getting stronger…"
"…I can change everything."
Yuuya stared at the stacks of cash one last time.
"…No point overthinking it."
He gathered the money, storing most of it in his [Item Box] and keeping a smaller portion on hand.
"…Let's see if this actually works."
Taking a steady breath, he stepped toward the door the moment he crossed through—
The air changed. Still, a quiet Yuuya stood inside his grandfather's house once more.
"…I'm back."
For a moment, nothing felt different. No magic, no monsters, just the normal world.
"…Good."
But his hand tightened slightly around the money.
"Time to test it."
Not long after, Yuuya found himself walking down a nearby street. The sounds of everyday life surrounded him—cars passing, distant conversations, the hum of the city; everything felt… slower.
"…Weird."
After everything he'd just experienced, this world almost felt unreal. He stopped in front of a small convenience store.
"…This should be enough."
Inside, everything was normal shelves stocked with snacks. Drinks lined up neatly. A cashier behind the counter, barely glancing up. Yuuya grabbed a few random items—a drink, some food, nothing expensive.
"…Alright."
He stepped up to the register.
"Your total is 1,280 yen."
Yuuya paused for just a fraction of a second. Then— He handed over a ¥10,000 bill. The cashier took it without hesitation and no suspicion. No reaction Just routine.
"…Okay…"
Yuuya watched closely as the cashier checked the bill, placed it in the register, and handed back the change.
"Here's your change."
"…Thanks."
Yuuya stepped away slowly, heart beating just a little faster once outside, he looked down at the bills in his hand.
"…It worked."
No alarms, no questions, no one noticed anything strange.
"…It's completely real."
He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. A small smile formed.
"…This changes everything."
He looked back toward the street, the normal world continuing on like nothing had happenedBut for him— Nothing was normal anymore.
"…Money, power… another world…"
His grip tightened slightly.
"…Yeah."
A quiet confidence settled in.
"I'm going to use all of it."
Yuuya stood outside the convenience store, the plastic bag hanging loosely from his hand.
"…It really works."
The weight of the cash in his pocket felt heavier now—not physically, but in what it meant.
"…Then there's no reason to hold back."
A short while later—
Yuuya found himself standing in front of a clothing store. Large glass windows reflected his new appearance back at him, Tall, Lean and Sharp.
"…I still can't get used to this."
As he stepped inside—
The atmosphere shifted subtly but noticeable. A couple near the entrance paused mid-conversation.
"…Wait, who is that?"
"He's… really good-looking…"
Yuuya's steps slowed slightly.
"…They're talking about me?"
He kept walking, trying to act natural, but he could feel the eyes on him from the side.
Behind. Even the store clerk glanced up—and then did a double take.
"…Welcome, sir."
Her tone had changed softer, more attentive.
"…This is new."
He picked out clothes at random—jackets, shirts, pants. Everything fit perfectly. Not just because of his body— But because of the quiet confidence he carried now.
"…I'll take these."
At the register, he didn't even check the total.
"Your total is 87,000 yen."
"Yeah."
He paid without hesitation. The cashier blinked slightly—but quickly recovered.
"Thank you very much!"
Walking out with multiple bags in hand, Yuuya exhaled.
"…That felt… normal."
But it wasn't even close. Next stop— electronics. Rows of devices lined the store phones, laptops, accessories. Yuuya stopped in front of the latest models.
"…Might as well."
He picked one up, testing the weight. It's fast, smooth, and clean.
"…Yeah. This works."
"Sir, that's one of our newest models—"
"I'll take it."
"…Ah—yes, of course!"
Minutes later, he walked out with a brand-new phone, fully set up.
"…No hesitation anymore."
But Yuuya didn't stop, he moved from store to store, clothes, shoes and accessories. Even small luxuries he never would've considered before. And everywhere he went— It was the same whisper's glances reaction he'd never experienced in his life.
"…Who is he?"
"Is he a model?"
"…He's way too good-looking…"
Yuuya heard it all every word his enhanced senses made it impossible not to.
"…So this is what it's like…"
Once, people avoided him and ignored him. Now— They couldn't look away.
"…Feels weird."
Not bad just… Different eventually, his steps slowed. He stopped in front of a quieter bookstore.
"…This is what I really need."
Inside, the air was calm and quiet focused Yuuya walked through the aisles, scanning titles. Martial arts combat theory weapon techniques.
"…If skills can be gained through understanding…"
His eyes sharpened.
"…then this is the fastest way to grow."
He began picking them out hand-to-hand combat, swordsmanship, spear techniques and even niche styles.
"…All of it."
Stack after stack at the counter— The clerk stared for a moment.
"…That's quite a selection."
"…Yeah."
"Total is 142,000 yen."
"Here."
"…That's quite a lot," the clerk said."
"Yeah. Can you have them delivered?"
"…Of course."
"I'll pay extra. Fast delivery."
A brief pause—then a nod.
"Understood."
A few minutes later, everything was arranged. Yuuya stepped outside, empty-handed.
"…Much better."
The evening air was calm as he walked, hands in his pockets, mind already turning toward what came next. Martial arts. Weapons. Skill acquisition.
"…If knowledge becomes power here…"
A faint smile formed.
"…then I'll take it all."
Then—
Voices are rough and persistent Yuuya slowed. His gaze shifted toward a side street. Eight men and one girl surrounded.
"…Come on, don't make this difficult."
"I said no."
She stepped back—but there was nowhere to go. One of them grabbed her wrist. She pulled— Another blocked her path Yuuya stopped.
"…Eight."
His eyes moved, quietly assessing positions, distance and intent. The grip tightened and the girl struggled.
"Let go—!"
Yuuya exhaled softly.
"…Yeah."
A step forward calm controlled unhurried.
"—Huh?"
One of the men noticed him.
"…Who's this guy?"
Yuuya didn't answer his gaze locked onto the one holding her cold sharp unwavering.
"…Let her go."
And with that— He stepped into the alley.
End of Chapter