Late at night, Fujiwara Shunsui was staring blankly at the ceiling.
A faint light shone on him through the window, and the faint muscle lines made him doubt the reality of his arrival in this world once again.
"Is this the hidden perk for a seasoned shut-in?"
In his previous life, Fujiwara Shunsui, as a veteran wage slave, adhered to the philosophy of never standing if he could sit, and never sitting if he could lie down.
After transmigrating to Tokyo, he found that Japanese tatami mats indeed had a unique charm.
It's no wonder the Tokyo version was years ahead; a true wage slave could lie down on his tatami mat after returning home, allowing his back, which had been bent all day, to straighten forcibly. The feeling was incredibly refreshing.
Opening his attribute panel, Harumizu found the Intelligence option particularly glaring.
The love rent collection system
Holder: Fujiwara Shunsui
Age: 28
Height: 189cm
Weight: 90KG
Personal Attributes: Strength 8, Agility 6, Intelligence 1, Endurance 6, Charm 5, Luck 1
Free Attribute Points: 1
Monthly Rent Collection Progress: 8/10 (Note: Complete monthly rent collection progress to receive 5 free attribute points.)
Love Progress: 0 (Note: Complete one system love mission to receive 25 free attribute points.)
Seeing the "1" after Free Attribute Points, Harumizu couldn't help but think of his bald admirer, Nissho Taro.
In his previous life, he was a lackey for capitalists; in this life, with a lackey of his own, he must not fall into the trap of capital and treat his "lackey" well.
To be precise, as a man who currently owns ten properties in Shinjuku, Harumizu did not want to be such a bad capitalist.
It was also at this moment that Harumizu noticed the system was different from before.
When his thoughts lingered on the attribute points, he found that the original specific numerical points now had a faint "+" sign after them.
The decision to be made at this moment, hesitating for even one more second, would be a disrespect to his own Intelligence.
Harumizu unhesitatingly chose to add the attribute point to Intelligence.
"Intelligence 2"
After the panel attributes changed, Harumizu had an indescribable feeling.
It was as if the folds of his brain were instantly smoothed out. He had only heard that from 0 to 1 was a qualitative leap, but what Harumizu didn't expect was that the experience from 1 to 2 was even more comfortable.
At this moment, Fujiwara Shunsui was still savoring the pleasure brought by the momentary "upgrade" of his brain.
This feeling was like the clarity that comes from slowly opening one's eyes again after meditating and entering a state of samadhi.
To use a professional term common among FPS players, after the Intelligence upgrade, Harumizu gained a mysterious "aim confirmation feeling."
It was as if he had a new understanding, a new sensation, of the things around him.
Just as Harumizu was still immersed in his "first time," the doorbell rang at an inopportune moment.
Harumizu, who once self-deprecatingly called himself a "rat person," still retained the habits of his previous life; a faint light in the room was enough, and full illumination was not needed.
He liked this feeling, though he didn't know why he had developed this habit.
This also made Harumizu's subconscious reaction upon hearing the doorbell: "Baka, who's bothering me in the middle of the night."
But it was at this moment that the increase in Intelligence also played a crucial role.
Could it be the trouble he had just dealt with at the KTV?
However, if the other party posed a potential threat to him, Nissho Taro would have notified him immediately.
One in the morning also didn't seem to be the style of a local Association/Club.
Setting up a negotiation was actually one of the excellent traditions inherited by Associations/Clubs from their "forefathers."
When trouble arises, first sit down and talk.
If an agreement can't be reached, then prepare for a fight.
Survival of the fittest, the strong survive.
Of course, if there was an existence beyond the scope, it wasn't impossible for someone to ambush an Association/Club leader with a shotgun.
In just twenty seconds, Harumizu's mind had already undergone a simple brainstorming session.
Actually, a dim environment also helped him think independently.
There was indeed no noisy sound outside the door.
But just five seconds after the doorbell stopped, it rang again for the second time.
After a moment of hesitation, Harumizu found a pair of shorts to put on and walked towards the door.
As he reached the entrance, perhaps the person outside heard his movement.
She lightly coughed and whispered, "Is Harumizu-san home? I am Miyaharuni, I'm terribly sorry to disturb you so late."
Her words seemed perfectly timed, for the moment she finished speaking, Harumizu reached the door and opened it.
Harumizu found it hard to imagine that the woman in front of him was the teary-eyed married woman from last time.
At this moment, Mrs. Miyashun was wearing a pink dress. Her figure's advantages made the otherwise slightly plain dress appear so elegant on her.
Her clinging hair ends and the water-soaked dress tightly plastered to her calves revealed Mrs. Miyashun's predicament.
Just as Harumizu was about to speak, a standard Japanese greeting appeared again.
Mrs. Miyashun bowed ninety degrees: "I'm sorry, Harumizu-san, our water pipe inexplicably burst, and I really can't find the shut-off valve. My husband is still out entertaining, please help me."
The tight, long dress perfectly enveloped Mrs. Miyashun's body, and with the added effect of being "wet," this made her two "jade rabbits" almost spring out the moment she stood up, making it hard to refuse her.
"Does this woman have some obsession with long dresses? Why is her nightwear like this too!"
This was the only thought in Fujiwara Shunsui's mind at this moment.
"Uh…"
Seeing Harumizu's slightly hesitant expression, Mrs. Miyashun then looked up and noticed that Harumizu was shirtless.
"Ah…"
After hearing Mrs. Miyashun's soft gasp, Harumizu realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.
So he casually pulled a short-sleeved shirt from the hanger by the entrance and put it on.
"Mrs. Miyashun, isn't this time a bit awkward?"
"A single man and a single woman alone in a room, even if I'm the landlord and you're the tenant; even if I wear a suit and tie, your current appearance, Mrs., is indeed a bit disheveled."
"In my hometown, there's a saying, 'If mud falls into your crotch, it's considered shit even if it's not!'"
Perhaps Harumizu's sudden humor surprised Mrs. Miyashun a little, or perhaps the saying was genuinely amusing.
Mrs. Miyashun let out a giggle.
Then she spoke, "Harumizu-san, please don't worry. If my husband isn't home before 12, he probably won't be home today. There won't be any misunderstandings."
"Most importantly, our house is about to be flooded. If you can't help fix it, your apartment might really get submerged."
"Then let's go quickly!"
At this moment, Harumizu didn't notice the slight change in Mrs. Miyashun's eyes.
He just slipped on his slippers and followed Mrs. Miyashun out the door.
Perhaps due to his profession, Harumizu's apartment was the innermost and most secluded one on this floor.
Mrs. Miyashun secretly glanced back at Fujiwara Shunsui behind her, and their eyes met for a brief moment.
A common thought arose in both their minds.
"How can someone have such an unbelievably perfect body proportion?"