"Friend?", Kaito slightly furrowed his brows, noticing that quite a few people's gazes had already landed over here.
He didn't care, just calmly said, "What a pity, I don't have a LINE account."
This wasn't an excuse.
Kaito had transmigrated to this world three days ago, but the body was still his own, with even the lightning tribulation scars still covered him.
Rather than calling it transmigration, it was more accurate to say he replaced the original owner's existence force.
The original owner was a student from neighboring country who had gotten into a car accident. Due to untimely rescue, both his parents passed away.
To relieve his grief, and also to leave that place of sadness, after the college entrance exam, he didn't choose to stay in the country. Instead, he crossed the ocean and came to Japan, becoming an international student.
Because of this, the original owner more commonly used domestic social software and hadn't had time to register a LINE account.
Kaito was telling the truth, but in the eyes of others, this kind of truth was undoubtedly a polite rejection.
LINE, as Japan's most beloved social software among young people, had a status basically equivalent to the whatsapp and penguin from the neighboring country.
It's understandable if a young person doesn't use one of them. But to not use either?
Any normal person would think this is just an excuse to reject.
Miura Yumiko, who had already gotten used to rejecting other boys' attempts at conversation, was experiencing for the first time the taste of being rejected.
She felt a bit ashamed and indignant. Especially now, with so many classmates watching, it was easy for others to treat her as a laughingstock.
But...
Just looking at that face, as if it gathered all the beauty from every world into one, Yumiko found it hard to even feel displeased.
"I-I see…", The girl awkwardly smiled a bit, "Sorry, I disturbed you."
"No problem," Kaito nodded at her, his expression still unchanged.
Yumiko turned and left. After she returned to her seat, her impatient friend immediately sighed, somewhat disappointed.
"Didn't expect even Yumiko to get rejected…"
"But instead, doesn't that make classmate Kaito, who's like a flower on a high peak, even more attractive?"
"Right? Right? So handsome, I wanna lick him!"
Ignoring the friends' whispers, Yumiko blankly gazed out the window, slightly dazed.
She really hadn't lied.
Asking for contact info was done at someone's request.
But… just how much of her own desire was mixed in, even she didn't know.
It seemed people realized: though the pretty boy in the class was absurdly good-looking, he was also cold to an extreme.
In any case, many classmates restrained their gazes a bit, and no one dared go up and strike a conversation again.
Failing to get his contact info was one thing, being seen as a frivolous girl and causing a dramatic drop in favorability, now that would be devastating.
Because today was the first day of school, the main goal was helping students get familiar with the campus environment. There weren't any classes arranged.
So once school ended, Kaito didn't linger too long.
Under the unwilling gazes of the crowd, he picked up his bag with one hand and gracefully left.
———
In this life, the family's financial situation could only be considered average.
The inheritance from the car crash and the compensation obtained through legal means totaled a bit over two million.
Sounds like a lot.
But this was Tokyo, one of the highest cost-of-living cities in the world.
Two million, converted into yen, was about forty million or so.
Not even enough to reach a small goal.
Kaito's current residence was near Ikebukuro West Exit, in a standalone house less than ten years old.
The layout was a common 3LDK. Standard three bedrooms and one living room, with a dining area and separate bath and toilet.
The reason for choosing this place was simple. First, convenient transportation: only a ten-minute walk from the nearest train station.
Second, the atmosphere in Ikebukuro was fairly similar to his previous country layout.
The only downside might be the rent being a bit expensive.
Just the rent alone cost several hundred thousand yen a month, not something an average working-class person could afford.
But for Kaito, this wasn't really a problem. As a cultivator, there were simply too many ways to make money.
Of course, as a disciple of a righteous sect: a gentleman loves wealth but takes it the right way.
Kaito didn't plan to do things like robbing and plundering. He was going to stick to his old trade: exorcising demons and slaying spirits.
This world did indeed have malevolent spirits, and likely contained some supernatural power.
It's just that due to the scarcity of spiritual energy, the ceiling was destined not to be high.
The reason he was so sure was because, on the day he transmigrated, Kaito discovered a female ghost seeking lives hovering in his bedroom.
Though his body was riddled with Dao injuries from the heavenly tribulation, and his cultivation had plummeted, that low-level ghost was still easily slapped to death by Kaito.
What surprised him was that after the female ghost died, she actually gave him a wisp of merit.
Although pitifully small, merit was not a mortal object. It was a reward directly issued by the Heavenly Dao.
Just that nearly imperceptible strand of merit was equivalent to him cultivating bitterly for a whole month, and even nourished his Dao wounds.
Starting an exorcism business could both earn considerable compensation and collect merit, helping him recover faster.
'This is a win-win—meaning I win twice.'
Still, daily cultivation couldn't be skipped. Though healing by circulating energy was inefficient, over time it added up, and the results weren't to be underestimated.
"It's already nine o'clock, huh…", Exiting cultivation, Kaito glanced at the time on his phone, then casually headed to the kitchen, planning to make some dinner.
Truth be told, with his current cultivation, he had long reached the stage of not needing food. Even not eating for decades wouldn't be a problem.
But in his previous life, he cultivated bitterly for four hundred years. Either in seclusion or in combat, extinguishing all desires, he lived like a machine that only knew cultivation.
So this life, Kaito planned to live a bit more relaxed.
Sleep when he needed to sleep, eat when he wanted to eat. Cultivation, of course, couldn't be abandoned. But there was no need to pour all his energy into it like last time.
As for the Path of Ruthlessness?
Not even a dog would cultivate that.
"Out of ingredients already?", Looking at the empty fridge, he rubbed his brow, "Forget it, better go downstairs and buy some."
He took off the Shuka Academy uniform, changed into a clean outfit. White short-sleeved shirt, and long denim pants.
Very casual attire, but his charm didn't lessen a bit. In fact, it added a refreshing youthfulness.
Next to the residential area was a commercial street, with lots of convenience stores open 24/7.
"Drinks, snacks, wagyu… get some ribs too, and stock up on water…", Carrying big and small bags out the convenience store's door, and rejecting the sixth beautiful girl's attempt at striking up a conversation, Kaito was about to leave, when his footsteps suddenly paused.
"Yo, handsome guy, all alone?"
"Wanna come play a fun game with your big sisters? We can even teach you how to ascend the DUA throne~"
"Hey hey, give me your contact info. I'm really into you~"
A few tanned, black-skinned gyaru girls with colorful hair and playful expressions came close with fiery eyes, clearly surrounding him with bad intentions.
Kaito: "..."
As a former Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord, an awe-inspiring existence infinitely close to the word "Immortal"…
Even though he was now heavily injured, with his cultivation greatly reduced, his life level had not changed.
In other words, the weaker the existence, the more easily they were attracted to him.
And this was already with Kaito deliberately suppressing his aura. Otherwise, at first sight, ordinary people would instantly go "aba aba" and fall into chaos, worship him as a god, and be willing to sacrifice anything.
Even now, though he remained extraordinarily attractive, people would still be amazed and stunned. But wouldn't lose all rationality, drooling like fools after recovery.
Those who could make it into Shuka Academy at least had basic discipline.
Even if their hearts were screaming to fast-forward into harmonious unity with Kaito, they wouldn't immediately run up and beg for mercy.
But these gyaru wandering the city's shadows weren't nearly as restrained.
A super top-tier hottie.
Simply hundreds or thousands of times more handsome than any celebrity idol.
If they could sleep with him once, they'd profit for three years—even dying would be worth it.
In this life, Kaito didn't resist romantic or intimate matters. If he met a suitable Dao partner, he wouldn't refuse.
But this kind of rotten peach blossom served on a platter? No thanks.
Just as he was about to use a little trick, like a Bewitching Spell or something, to make them scram back to where they came from, a cold female voice suddenly rang out beside him.
"Hello? Is this the police? Yes, there are a few nymphos here—please send someone immediately… The location is…"
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