The next day.
8:20 AM.
Still in that same dilapidated apartment building.
Only, passersby and residents had all noticed something unusual.
That was, right outside the main entrance of the crumbling apartment building, which only stood a few stories high, an entire line of rather decent cars had somehow parked.
Though not quite top-tier luxury vehicles.
They were still models from price brackets that ordinary working-class citizens could scarcely hope to touch.
For this dilapidated apartment building, this was obviously far from a normal occurrence.
Therefore, the nearby residents couldn't help but cast curious glances over.
Following that, they could spot several men dressed in tailored suits and leather shoes standing right outside the wide-open doorway of an apartment on the fourth floor corridor.
It wasn't that they wanted to stand out here.
Rather, there were simply too many people inside the room.
This battered old room, spanning a mere 20-odd square meters, was already packed to the point where they couldn't squeeze in anymore...
As the master of the room.
Nishigami Yari was currently standing inside, perusing a massive stack of documents with considerable interest.
The title atop that stack of documents read, [ Bequest & Inheritance Agreement ].
The deceased was a ninety-year-old foreign tycoon.
The other party's assets were composed almost entirely of corporate shares along with various investments.
And through the other party's pre-mortem liquidation.
The total value was roughly equivalent to 650 billion yen.
An undeniable tycoon on a global scale.
And entirely in pure cash flow!
As for the beneficiary, it was abundantly clear.
No one else, but Nishigami Yari himself.
"Mr. Nishigami Yari, in accordance with the wishes of Mr. Tom Edward, as someone who once aided his benefactor in the past, you have become the sole heir to all of his estate. Furthermore, to facilitate your management, he had long since liquidated all his assets. Once the relevant procedures are completed, you will immediately acquire full ownership and rights of use to the estate..."
The speaker was a middle-aged Caucasian woman in a tailored suit and leather shoes, looking exceedingly solemn.
Though her skin was somewhat fairer than that of a Japanese person.
Overall.
Aside from a few distinct features.
She really didn't look all that different from a Japanese local.
And this kind of situation was a completely normalized phenomenon in this world.
Though this world was likewise divided into yellow, white, and black races.
Everyone's ancestors ultimately traced back to the people of Atlantis, who merely split up into different branches ten thousand years ago.
Furthermore, this fact had long since become a shared consensus.
Consequently, there wasn't all that much mutual xenophobia between the various races.
Besides.
Even due to environmental factors, humanity's internal civilization over the past ten thousand years had given rise to racial variations.
The actual degree of difference, however, wasn't all that substantial.
Overall, therefore, the three major races practically bore very little actual divergence.
Moreover, because after the destruction of Atlantis, this world still witnessed the emergence of a unified global empire at various points in history, exchanges between every continent across the globe had almost never been severed. This made cross-border migration and movement among citizens of various nations commonplace since ancient times, achieving an even higher degree of globalization than his previous life.
Meanwhile, the level of scientific and technological advancement, having endured numerous upheavals, regressions, and rebounds, currently sat at a stage somewhat more advanced than his previous life.
For instance, so-called nuclear weaponry had already been invented several hundred years ago, and controlled nuclear fusion had existed for over a century.
Yet in the field of outer space exploration, the humans of this world weren't all that eager.
Because for this human civilization, the usable resources on the mother planet were, for the current era, completely more than enough.
Furthermore.
As early as tens of thousands of years ago.
Thanks to some high-tier Awakener with entirely too much time on his hands, human civilization had actually acquired a vast understanding of the entire Solar System.
That high-tier Awakener back then had directly harvested resources from various planetary belts.
Including a massive gift basket consisting of several thousand tons of soil samples from every celestial body.
Pluto, Mars...
All had portions of their resources hauled back.
According to what Nishigami Yari knew.
Because rocket propulsion dynamics were still insufficiently powerful, making interstellar voyages agonizingly long, coupled with the high risk of losing control over distant territories...
Currently, numerous scientists universally agreed that interstellar colonization wasn't a priority for the time being, and the situation required further technological development.
Regarding outer space, the sphere of greatest concern among various nations was the realm of satellite networks.
Whether military or civilian, it was universally so.
Electronic signal transmission, ultra-long-range surveillance systems...
In the present era.
Without a doubt, this was far more promising and profitable than deep-space voyages.
The capital investment was lower.
And the returns came much faster.
...
A few minutes later.
Once the foreign woman before him had finished explaining the general situation.
Right in front of the cameras and the notary public, Nishigami Yari finished signing his name on the documents and calmly replied:
"Alright, I have no further questions."
And facing his reply, the woman immediately broke into a smile.
As the executor and attorney.
Having completed her mission, her commission was now thoroughly in the bag.
Naturally.
That being said.
Looking at the young boy before her, who had inexplicably stumbled into a massive fortune, designated by a tycoon as the sole heir, she still felt a sour pang deep within her heart...
'Damn it!'
'Can you really inherit that much money just by casually helping an old man on the street?'
Not just sour.
She was so sour her back molars were practically grinding down to dust!!
However.
Even while feeling this sour, her excellent professional etiquette still allowed her to maintain a polite exterior:
"Very well, next up, Ms. Kayoko from [ Three Moons Bank ] will discuss the subsequent arrangements with you..."
As she stepped aside.
Another slightly younger woman, roughly thirty-five years old, proactively stepped forward, wearing a smile as she introduced herself to Nishigami Yari:
"Respected Nishigami-sama."
"Your inherited funds have now arrived in our bank account."
"Therefore, you are now a super VIP client of our bank..."
With that said.
She retrieved a black box covered in ornate patterns from the side.
After opening it.
She displayed the items inside to Nishigami Yari.
It was a black metal bank card marked with a peculiar serial number on its surface.
"This is a super card specially arranged by our bank for you. With it, you will enjoy our customized private client services anywhere in the globe... Furthermore, we will set up a 24/7 dedicated personal assistant service for you, complete with an entire team specializing in handling all sorts of affairs. Should you have any demands, you can communicate with them at any time, and we will do our utmost to fulfill them for you..."
...
Half an hour later.
Once all those staff members had respectfully taken their leave.
Nishigami Yari, having rejected their arrangement of leaving behind two bodyguards to ensure his safety, looked at the super card in his hand, a faint smile inevitably crossing his face.
Did he know any super tycoons?
He did not.
Nor had he ever taken care of some ailing foreign old man.
The entire reason behind this was simply something he had set up for himself using the [ Identity Customization Editing Card ] bundled with the [ Life Winner System ].
Its primary function was to ensure that when he splashed cash recklessly later on, everything would look far more justified and logical.
An ordinary person splashing cash wildly would naturally draw intense scrutiny.
Whereas if the situation was swapped to that of a lucky bastard who had inherited billions in wealth, it was unquestionably completely reasonable.
Was there any problem with an overnight billionaire squandering money?
Naturally, no problem at all.
Playing with the small card like a toy, spinning that super card from Three Moons Bank across his fingertips.
Nishigami Yari merely shifted his thought slightly.
A large stack of additional bank cards instantly materialized right in front of him.
These suddenly appearing bank cards were items he had automatically materialized using the [ Life Winner Wealth Customization Right ] function of the [ Life Winner System ].
Every single card was a super-client card from one of the world's major banks.
Some of these cards even ranked higher in tier than the super card provided by Three Moons Bank.
These super cards.
Every single one represented the instant creation of a brand-new bank account, complete with a balance of at least tens of trillions of yen or more.
More importantly, they were completely, 100% legal.
Every single sum of money was fully traceable and auditable.
Even if government agencies personally stepped in, they wouldn't be able to sniff out a single anomaly.
No matter how deeply investigated, it remained utterly legitimate wealth.
Even if the funds were so astronomical that they looked completely absurd, it was still the same.
As long as Nishigami Yari was willing.
He could even conjure up tens of trillions in cash flow within a nation whose total assets only amounted to a few hundred billion, effortlessly triggering a financial crisis and driving countless investors to line up and jump off buildings.
[ Bonus Talent, Life Winner Wealth Customization Right ], this function allowed the scale of funds he could materialize to always exceed the aggregate sum of whatever region he was currently interacting with.
As things stood right now.
Meaning, no matter how much the cumulative value of everything on Earth added up to, Nishigami Yari's financial reserves would always exceed that grand total by several orders of magnitude.
Furthermore, Nishigami Yari also discovered that these functions were [ Adaptive Functions ], meaning they would automatically shift and upgrade in tandem with time and environment.
If the universal currency of this world happened to be paper money.
Then Nishigami Yari's cash flow would manifest in the form of cash.
If the universal currency of this world happened to be various spirit stones of a cultivation world.
Then Nishigami Yari's financial reserves would consist of various spirit stones, or even divine pills and elixirs.
If the universal currency of this world happened to be human lives, souls, or territories.
Then Nishigami Yari would likewise acquire the ability to directly materialize populations, souls, and territories.
And this function was merely one of the bundled basic features of the [ Life Winner System ].
Based on the feedback information provided by the [ Mood Value Gachapon Draw ].
As long as Nishigami Yari needed it.
He could entirely use the [ Mood Value Gachapon Draw ] to pull countless [ Bonus Talents ] of comparable intensity, subsequently stacking them infinitely onto the existing system modules.
It was precisely upon realizing all of this.
That Nishigami Yari came to a profoundly deep understanding.
The life script he held wasn't simply some run-of-the-mill [ System-Route Script ].
What he was playing was essentially an invincible-mode casual minigame...
The words [ Deluxe Supreme Customized Edition ] appended behind [ Life Winner System ] were the genuine article, not just mere advertising fluff...
Looking out across the horizon.
Every single obstacle and hazard.
Were all merely insignificant little pebbles along the path of his life.
The [ Life Winner System ], this concise moniker simply meant that the user was destined to become a life winner right out of the gate...
Whatever Nishigami Yari desired.
He could entirely just lie flat and win all the way through.
Without lifting a single finger the entire journey.
What lay ahead were zero missions, zero restrictions, do whatever you want, however you want.
What's a mere handful of wealthy patron ladies?
Right now, he could have as many wealthy patron ladies as he damn well pleased!
'Damn it, this corrupt, decadent lifestyle is way too cozy...'
Just imagining his future life.
Nishigami Yari, currently toying with the cards, was already basking in the sheer bliss of it.
The various plans he originally harbored in his heart were instantly tossed straight into the historical dustbin.
In his current situation, what kind of plans could he possibly need?
None whatsoever.
Let everyone else be the beasts of burden.
Just close your eyes and auto-attack all the way to the end.
The next moment.
Including the super card in his hand, every single bank card vanished, stashed away into his system inventory.
Nishigami Yari gazed at his right hand.
Lifting it high into the air.
Then clenching it into a fist, inch by inch.
Sensing the abundantly rich sensation of power contained within.
He understood that he still needed to exercise a modicum of restraint...
Not for any other reason.
Simply because to truly enjoy the game of life, one had to drag out the playthrough for a while.
If he overdid it, he might soon find himself forced to speedrun the game, leaving him with nothing to do all day except eat, loaf, and lie flat.
The life of this lifetime.
He needed to experience it properly...
Following that.
He shifted his gaze toward various gifts scattered around the room.
Those were the various welcome presents brought over by that group of people earlier.
Most of them were luxury goods or high-end fruits, none of them cheap.
"I'll be hanging around here for another day, since my strength still isn't fully under control..."
If not for using a learning point last night to familiarize himself with his own power.
That fountain pen would probably have been crushed to dust in his grip when he was signing the papers today.
Thus.
The next moment.
Availing himself of the learning point automatically refreshed at dawn.
He once again cast his consciousness back into the learning space he had used once before.
That was an exceptionally desolate and empty location.
The environment looked somewhat akin to a boundless, colossal grassland.
And it wasn't just a grassland.
Any environment that Nishigami Yari had ever come into contact with could be simulated right here.
During its very first use.
This place had also automatically hooked into external networks, scraping in various conventional external communication data.
For a modernized society.
Logically speaking, this place automatically harbored virtually all conventional intelligence.
Including, but not limited to, this world's [ Mathematical Knowledge ], [ Physical Knowledge ], [ Linguistic Knowledge ]... and an entire array of information.
Right now.
As long as Nishigami Yari was willing.
He could pull up the corresponding content from within at any moment to undergo systematic study.
Furthermore.
This place possessed 4 fundamental functions.
1.[ Gravity Manipulation ].
Nishigami Yari could now arbitrarily adjust the gravitational environment here.
The current upper limit was 1,000 times that of the outside world, enough to reduce an ordinary human into a smear of minced meat in a fraction of a second.
2.[ Accelerated Learning ].
Upon entering this space, the user's various wandering thoughts would be forcibly sorted out, automatically plunging them into a state of serious study, thereby allowing them to work with total, undivided focus, essentially acting like a permanent buff.
3.[ Internal-External Synchronization ].
Knowledge acquired by the user within this space could be directly brought out into the real world, but physical attribute growth required gradual adaptation and could not be directly brought out, as the external physical body had not received the corresponding nutritional nourishment.
Consequently, various physical attribute growths would manifest as a progress bar.
The user could continuously fill up this progress bar by heavily supplementing their nutrition in the external world, thereby fully materializing their gains and prompting their physical body to undergo rapid development.
4.[ Health Status Adjustment ].
The user could freely adjust their health status within the learning space, including infinite stamina, immunity to hunger... enabling them to recklessly practice all sorts of dangerous techniques.
Entering the learning space.
Ten golden rings automatically materialized upon Nishigami Yari's ten slender fingers in accordance with his thoughts.
Ten golden rings whose surfaces were covered in peculiar yet extraordinarily ornate patterns.
These 10 rings were the legacy equipment bundled with the [ Class Inheritance Card, String Weaver ] he had pulled yesterday via the gachapon.
Not only were they exceptionally sturdy.
Each ring featured several dozen hidden discharge orifices upon its surface.
The specialized filaments they projected were over a hundred times thinner than spider silk, while effortlessly capable of withstanding immense tensile strain, alongside being resistant to high temperatures, low temperatures, and corrosion...
Based on the information recorded within the [ Class Inheritance Card ].
As a profession originating from the space-faring era of a certain alien world, these rings actually belonged to a certain type of technological product, housing a specialized internal power source.
As long as they were used properly, they could easily function year-round without exhaustion.
There was no need to worry about running out of thread or anything of the sort.
Moreover, through the absorption of the inheritance knowledge, Nishigami Yari also witnessed a vast number of combat footage reels featuring the [ String Weaver ].
As a combat-oriented class active during the space era.
From slicing apart tens of thousands of living beings to carving open a spaceship over 10 kilometers in length, all of those feats were entirely achievable.
Though it was hard to say precisely how they stacked up against the Awakeners of this world, their sheer potency was guaranteed to a high degree, easily enough to last Nishigami Yari for quite a while.
Furthermore.
As a profession that demanded extreme micro-precision and the simultaneous manipulation of massive quantities of fine threads, the [ String Weaver ] placed a heavy emphasis on how to delicately control one's own power.
This caused the vast majority of their techniques to focus exceptionally on self-power mastery.
To this end, they even possessed a dedicated suite of specialized training methods.
For Nishigami Yari, who was currently struggling a bit to control his own strength, this appeared exceedingly crucial, it was practically the core priority.
Hence.
His previous learning point had been entirely spent on familiarizing himself with the [ String Weaver ].
Naturally, today's would be no different.
Before completely mastering his own power.
He had no intention of diverting much attention into other projects.
...
Outside.
A split second later.
Nishigami Yari's consciousness welcomed a smooth return.
Having just broken away from that continuous, uninterrupted seven-day training session without a single breath of rest.
Though his body wasn't fatigued.
Yet in his eyes, a faint trace of distinct fatigue inevitably emerged.
Because the learning space semi-forcibly concentrated the user's attention.
Thus, learning efficiency was naturally multiplied manifold, but the degree of fatigue was likewise multiplied manifold in tandem; upon the conclusion of the study session, those accumulated exhaustion levels would be fed back to the user alongside the learning results.
Studying there for seven days and seven nights straight.
Gave Nishigami Yari the sensation of an ordinary person pulling continuous overtime for two months, standing for twenty hours a day on a assembly line without a single moment of permitted relaxation.
Therefore, at this very moment.
With his consciousness having just returned.
His predominant sensation was that living felt utterly devoid of flavor.
It was that wondrous sensation of drifting in a delirious haze from excessive overtime, mentally and physically shattered.
However.
Just thinking about how he held an invincible-mode power-fantasy life script, he resolutely and decisively decided to stand tall.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
He struck his own cheeks three times in rapid succession.
"Nishigami Yari, you absolutely must stand tall!!"
"Suffering hardship right now is simply so that other people can eat even more hardship down the road!!"
Thinking about how he wanted to enjoy life and bully the weak in the future, Nishigami Yari's mood value instantly shot up by +10!!
Thinking about how the hardship he was enduring right now was solely to let those other people eat even more hardship later on, Nishigami Yari's mood value violently spiked by a motherfucking +100 right then and there!!
Reaching the depths of his thoughts.
As a guy who was currently a bit frail and drained.
Feeling his mind instantly clear up, infused with an entirely brand-new driving force, he forcibly snapped back to full alertness.
The ones waiting for him to rain terror and chaos upon them were still out there!!
Then, without any discernible movement from him, one of the gift boxes nearby instantly shattered apart.
Revealing the meticulously packaged high-end fruit contained within.
Following that.
One of the fruits directly floated right up in front of Nishigami Yari, hovering obediently as he took a bite out of it.
If someone were to pull out a magnifying glass to observe at this moment.
They would be able to clearly see that every corner of the room.
Had somehow become densely packed with countless invisible, microscopic filaments invisible to the naked eye.
Their existence resembled a giant web of spider silk.
Directly turning the entire room into Nishigami Yari's territory, instantly slicing apart every single mosquito lingering inside.
And their source was precisely the rings upon Nishigami Yari's ten fingers.
Right now.
As long as he was willing.
A casual twitch of his fingers like this could slice the entire room into countless fragments.
Furthermore, judging by the tactile feedback and counter-force when the filaments cut into the apartment walls.
That sensation of slicing through walls as if cutting through thin air...
Nishigami Yari could very clearly assess one thing.
That was, with a simple swipe of his hand, he could shear right through the entire apartment building!
And take every single household within it down together.
Slicing apart this ten-story apartment building, where every floor housed twenty tenants, constructed entirely from reinforced concrete and mud,
Reducing it to countless tiny debris fragments.
For him at this current moment.
Wasn't a whit harder than an ordinary person slicing through a block of tofu.
This kind of power...
This feeling of holding the power over others' life and death...
Couldn't help but draw a chuckle from his lips.
Even though he knew full well that this paltry bit of strength was practically nothing compared to what he possessed with the [ Life Winner System ].
Yet that tangible sensation of wielding power still stirred him somewhat.
So he simply burst into laughter.
A moment later.
After washing up.
He changed his shoes and walked toward the apartment door.
As he rattled the antiquated doorknob and pushed the door wide open.
Faced with the soft sunlight cascading down from the high heavens above.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
His vision right now allowed him to clearly distinguish every single feather on the birds flying a thousand meters up in the sky.
Then.
He stepped out of the room.
Along the way.
He also pulled out his phone, the one whose screen he had cracked with a web of fractures earlier when he failed to restrain his grip.
Having gained mastery over his own strength, he casually shut the door behind him while dialing a number from his contacts list.
BEEP~
BEEP~
"..."
Over 10 seconds later.
As the call successfully connected.
A voice that sounded somewhat fatigued, or perhaps still half-asleep, was transmitted from the other end.
"Hello?"
"What is it?"
Faced with the inquiry, Nishigami Yari, while strolling leisurely and nonchalantly down the stairs, asked very politely:
"Is this Ms. Yamahana?"
"Yes."
"I'm the tenant from room 411."
Hearing this.
The person on the other end instantly remembered who Nishigami Yari was.
"Ah, it's you!"
The most handsome young man in the entire apartment building!
Yet his flaws were equally glaring.
Not only was his brain a bit unhinged, but he was also visibly dirt-poor.
Still, she remained somewhat puzzled:
"Are you calling to renew your lease?"
"No, I want to buy the entire apartment building from you."
"Huh??"
...
Because the property located in this Arakawa working-class district wasn't considered particularly prime.
It could only be regarded as mid-to-lower tier at best.
Walking down the long street, Nishigami Yari naturally and distinctly felt that the surroundings were permeated with an aura of antiquity.
That sensation felt akin to watching an elderly person slowly stepping into their twilight years.
However, all of this was completely inconsequential to him anymore.
Right now, no matter where he walked, he would only feel that life was brimming with sunlight and beauty.
No choice.
He was already living an invincible-mode power-fantasy life, who needs a bicycle?
There was fundamentally no need to sweat those tiny details.
"Ah!"
"Oh My GOD!"
"This world, is so fucking beautiful!!"
Amidst his exclamation, as he passed by a snack pushcart at an intersection, he caught the aroma wafting from the vendor's stall.
Even though one could clearly detect the scent of refined oil emanating from the large pot of food boiling inside.
Nishigami Yari couldn't care less.
Reaching out casually.
Right in front of the stall owner, who looked as though he had just witnessed black magic, he materialized a 10,000-yen banknote right out of thin air and handed it over to the vendor:
"Give me a portion of takoyaki, extra scallions and soy sauce."
"Ah, that's a pretty neat magic trick!"
Unaware that Nishigami Yari had genuinely materialized a banknote right on the spot, the stall owner praised the young man for casually performing parlor magic while simultaneously wearing a somewhat troubled expression as he said:
"But young man, I don't have that much change on me right now, would bank transfer via phone work instead?"
"No worries, keep the change, just hand me the food."
In this world.
Payment networks had existed for over a century, featuring a highly mature and robust system.
Yet because many remote areas lacked signal, coupled with the possibility of phones running out of battery and a myriad of other factors.
The use of traditional paper currency had always been preserved.
It was just that the number of users had naturally dwindled somewhat with the changing times.
Hearing Nishigami Yari's words.
Looking at the 10,000-yen banknote handed over by Nishigami Yari, and then glancing back at Nishigami Yari's visibly impoverished attire.
The stall owner instantly wore a hesitant expression.
"... Are you serious?"
10,000 yen wasn't considered an exorbitant sum, but it still represented an entire day's wages for the vast majority of people.
"Of course, the money is all yours, just hurry up and hand me the food."
"Alright then."
Though somewhat bewildered by the situation.
The vendor, secretly rejoicing inwardly, couldn't help but let a smile break across his face.
...
A few minutes later.
Sitting inside a taxi.
Holding a nicely packaged paper box of food.
Nishigami Yari poked a piece of sliced, steaming-hot octopus tentacle with a toothpick, tossed it into his mouth, and chewed offhandedly.
'Taste is decent...'
'Though the artificial seasoning flavor is a bit too heavy...'
Though the moment the food entered his mouth, he instinctively gave it a poor review.
Yet he knew full well.
The food itself was probably fine; the problem lay with him.
Having just awakened, even after undergoing two rounds of adjustment and adaptation in the learning space where he mastered his own output thresholds to effectively prevent accidental damage to external objects.
However, certain bodily functions still remained slightly overly sensitized.
Taste, smell, hearing, sight... All of them were like that.
Right now, he could use his naked eyes to observe flowers and plants over ten kilometers away, use his hearing to catch the chirping of insects several kilometers out, and effortlessly pick up the body odor of every single pedestrian outside the taxi...
To be honest.
All of this was hardly a comfortable experience for someone who hadn't yet fully adapted to his sensory changes.
A cacophony of noisy sounds echoed in his ears louder than a nightclub, severely assaulting his hearing.
Vision that was too sharp allowed him to spot the pores on other people's skin, which was somewhat nauseating to say the least.
And a heightened sense of smell made him feel as though he were trapped in some bizarre locale, a massive public restroom reeking of diverse perfumes and excrement.
All of this made him realize that he still needed to further undergo self-adjustment.
However.
Right now, the reason he had wandered outside, aside from planning to buy some things, was precisely to adapt more rapidly to his actual physical condition in the real world.
He could sense it.
As he continuously interacted with various external objects.
Certain instincts deep within his body were also automatically recovering.
By now, they already permitted him to slowly acquire the ability to regulate his own senses.
...
Twenty-plus minutes later.
Casually tossing tens of thousands of yen to the driver.
Arriving at one of the few bustling commercial zones within Arakawa Ward, Nishigami Yari calmly swallowed the final piece of octopus meat.
At this moment.
His taste bud system had already been adjusted to a state closely resembling that of an ordinary person.
Allowing him to fully taste the deliciousness of the food.
Meanwhile, his vision and hearing, which had been over-stimulated by the outside world, were likewise tuned by him down to a level approaching that of an average human.
Furthermore, he could freely switch and micro-adjust them at will, much like some sort of precision instrument.
After tossing the empty paper box into the nearby trash bin.
He glanced straight up toward the heavens directly above.
Fixing his gaze squarely upon the gradually brightening Sun.
Along the way.
His pupils kept constricting incessantly.
This pushed his visual magnification to a level rivaling many binoculars.
From this vantage point, viewing the Sun.
It had already reached a blinding brilliance capable of searing an ordinary person's eyes blind.
Conducting direct visual observation with the naked eye was practically no different from staring directly into the flash of a detonating grenade.
Yet Nishigami Yari, gazing up at the sky, didn't feel dazzled in the slightest; his vision remained just as clear as ever.
It was as if his eyes could directly adapt to shifting light conditions.
And the reality was precisely that.
Inside the learning space.
Through environmental adjustments, he had long since discovered that his eyes possessed the ability to adapt to any environment.
Even in the dead of night, he could retain the vast majority of his visual acuity.
As for breathing.
He could now effortlessly go a full hour without taking a breath.
This meant he could even swim down into the deep sea without any auxiliary equipment.
The distinct shifts across various senses and physiology made him feel as though he were metamorphosing into an entirely different species...
Not too long ago.
'An ordinary human's life versus a superman's life...'
Withdrawing his gaze, Nishigami Yari wore a faint smile as he strode straight ahead down the street.
That area was a gathering spot for various high-end designer clothing brands within Arakawa Ward.
It was also a place he could only ever walk past in the past, never daring to step inside.
For a broke nobody.
Walking through there.
Was simply as uncomfortable as a country hound being blinded by floodlights.
And right now, Nishigami Yari needed to head over there and kit himself out in a brand-new wardrobe.
Putting everything else aside.
Though he didn't feel cold in the slightest.
Wearing short sleeves out to wander in the dead of winter was more or less a bit out of the ordinary...
Furthermore, to better enjoy that lifestyle meant for him, dressing properly was an unavoidable issue from start to finish.
To be honest.
As a secular person who didn't care about fashion, Nishigami Yari understood nothing about clothing brands.
The so-called array of luxury goods was the same to him.
Therefore.
After strolling back and forth down the bustling street for a bit, his method for choosing a store was wonderfully simple and crude.
The largest storefront.
The most luxurious decor.
The most attractive shop assistants.
Selling men's clothing inside.
Upon locating a shop that satisfied every single one of the aforementioned conditions.
Without even bothering to check the store's name, he walked straight inside.
Faced with him, the security guards standing by the entrance wore somewhat hesitant expressions.
Logically speaking, according to the rules, guys dressed like this were the exact sort they needed to intercept.
As a place where literally any single item of clothing started at six figures.
They certainly couldn't let a poorly-dressed beggar wander around aimlessly inside, disrupting the refined ambiance of their internal clientele.
Yet the 10 exquisite rings on Nishigami Yari's fingers shimmered with a peculiar luster within their field of vision.
Those gadgets radiated a vibe that screamed expensive.
Besides.
Though Nishigami Yari's attire wasn't fancy, paired with his striking good looks, it didn't look entirely contemptible.
That utterly unperturbed expression of his also didn't quite look like someone here to cause trouble.
'Could he really be a wealthy individual?'
'Just dressed too plainly?'
Causing the several professional-looking security guards in tailored suits and leather shoes to mutter inwardly as he approached.
Their thoughts wavered right on the border of whether to stop him or not.
In the end.
One of the security guards still intended to step out and block his path.
"Sir, our establishment requires a dress..."
He originally wanted to say that this place required clean attire, asking him to please change his clothes before returning.
However.
Before he could even finish his sentence.
Nishigami Yari merely glanced at him, and the guard felt an overwhelming sense of sheer terror welling up from the depths of his soul!
That sensation felt akin to walking down a path in the wilderness at night and suddenly stumbling across a pack of tigers.
His scalp instantly tingled with a sensation resembling an electric shock.
Causing the hair on his head to stand rigidly on end!
His originally ruddy and healthy complexion directly turned deathly pale!
The legs that he held straight as a former veteran suddenly went somewhat weak.
Leaving only his upper torso rigid to the extreme.
Daring not to twitch so much as an inch!
The words in his mouth.
Naturally died out, unable to be uttered further.
Until Nishigami Yari calmly brushed past him and stepped into the store, he remained motionless for a long, long time.
"?"
"What are you doing?"
Roughly a few seconds later.
His companion, noticing his wide-eyed stare, couldn't help but shove him a couple of times:
"I thought you were going to stop him."
Following that.
His companion found that the guy was practically a push-over.
Furthermore, he collapsed entirely limp onto the ground, gasping for breath incessantly.
Sweat poured like rain from his forehead.
As if he had just suffered a severe illness or narrowly cheated death.
"??"
Leaving the surrounding colleagues thoroughly alarmed:
"Did you suddenly come down with a critical illness?"
"..."
Meanwhile, Nishigami Yari, who had already stepped inside the store, heard the commotion behind him, but merely thought to himself with a calm expression:
'Seems my control is still a bit too heavy.'
[ Glaring Gaze Art ].
This was one of the advanced techniques bundled with the [ String Weaver Legacy ].
It allowed the user to leverage their own mental fortitude through eye contact, inflicting a deterrent or terror effect upon the target.
Though it wasn't guaranteed how much of an effect it would have against powerhouses, catching them off guard for a split second during combat was more than enough.
And against the weak, it could directly induce acute terror, causing them to go into shock or even frighten them to death on the spot.
Based on the legacy information.
This was a relatively high-grade technique, which logically speaking only seasoned [ String Weaver ] veterans could employ naturally.
Yet to be honest.
Nishigami Yari had learned this technique after laying eyes on it just once.
Even.
The rest of the various techniques shared roughly the same situation.
Almost simultaneously with acquiring the legacy techniques, he had automatically mastered the vast majority of them.
Stepping effortlessly into realms that others required decades to so much as touch.
For him.
The so-called difficulty.
Manifested more in his strength and experience still being slightly lacking, meaning certain techniques if used directly might injure himself.
And just now had marked his very first official deployment of the [ Glaring Gaze Art ].
Due to his lack of experience.
He hadn't dared to unleash much mental energy, merely employing a negligible fraction of his own psyche, roughly one-thousandth of his total reserves.
He had originally intended merely to inflict a psychological deterrent upon the other party.
Yet upon successfully deploying it.
He still caught through his heightened hearing that the security guard's heart had experienced a sudden, momentary stoppage.
That was a sign of excessive shock, teetering on the verge of being frightened to death on the spot.
So he had applied a subtle follow-up behind him, stimulating the guy's heartbeat via a secondary pulse, effectively administering a cardiac revival...
This condition naturally left the man paralyzed in place and utterly limp.
Yet his life was preserved.
Very quickly.
As he formally stepped inside the store.
Nishigami Yari, who had nearly unlocked an unintended first-kill achievement just moments prior, found himself greeted head-on by a female sales clerk around thirty years of age, wearing light makeup, sporting a women's business suit on her upper body and a form-fitting short skirt below, stepping in black high heels, with a rather decent figure and appearance.
Though the clerk was somewhat bewildered by Nishigami Yari's attire.
The security guards outside hadn't stopped him.
Coupled with the fact that Nishigami Yari's facial expression was utterly composed, showing zero intimidation toward the luxurious surroundings, striding through as casually as if he were taking a stroll down the street.
He completely projected the air of someone thoroughly accustomed to patronizing high-end boutiques.
Therefore, driven by professional courtesy and service standards.
Instead of wearing a look of contempt, she smiled politely and asked:
"Sir, welcome to our establishment, how may I assist you?"
"Clothing and shoes, I need a complete set from head to toe, inside out."
Hearing this direct and affirmative answer upon entry.
The female clerk instantly sensed that this was a genuine customer, and immediately asked with heightened politeness:
"Very well, I understand."
"So do you have any specific criteria?"
"Such as the occasion it's for? Or perhaps a price range and material preferences?"
Hearing this.
Nishigami Yari first replied:
"Any material is fine, as long as it's suitable for daily wear."
Then, he put forward a request that barely counted as a request.
"As for the price... Just make it according to the most expensive standard available."
Must be said.
Such a simple yet reasonable request was quite literally a critical psychological strike.
It instantly shattered the female clerk's psychological defenses and any scripted sales pitches.
As a sales consultant.
Who could possibly say no to this kind of client??
At the very least, she couldn't.
She adored this sort of exceedingly simple, crude, and utterly pragmatic demand!
In a flash.
Nishigami Yari's words not only made the smile on her face grow wider, but also caused her waist to bow even deeper.
"Very well, please follow me."