After the intense session with the Yuki-onna,
she fainted for a moment, then hurriedly dressed and fled the shrine. I stayed behind to clean up the mess before descending.
Not that I minded.
I proved a snow woman's pussy is warm, didn't I? Time for a drink~
Joking aside, the intel I'd gained was valuable.
Aphrodisiacs work on ordinary people, and…
[Status]
[Yuki-onna]
[Corruption: 20%]
[Lustfulness: 2%]
[Developed Areas▼]
[Capture Progress: 20%]
A dedicated status window had appeared for her.
Staring at it, I frowned.
Lower than expected.
Given her behavior, I'd figured everything would be above 50%. Not even 30%.
What happens at 100%?
I closed the window and walked along the sidewalk, lost in thought.
For now, things are mostly on track.
Miyuki's capture was now a matter of money. The Yuki-onna experiment? Success.
Solid progress.
But one thing still gnawed at me.
Bitcoin.
Not the coin itself—the problem was…
Initial capital.
A crippling lack of seed money.
This is screwing up my mining plans.
I had bigger ambitions.
Originally, the plan was simple: buy Bitcoin, HODL, then Mars.
But…
I've returned to the past. That's it?
Any other regressor or reincarnator would laugh.
Me too.
I couldn't let this money-multiplying glitch go to waste.
So I planned to scale up—but I was missing one thing.
Money.
Everything needs startup capital.
I needed it. I didn't have it.
If that were all, it wouldn't be the end of the world.
Conquering Miyuki would solve the cash flow.
But there was another critical issue.
I have no talent.
Manpower.
Buying Bitcoin? No team needed.
Mining? I needed experts.
Question: who here knows how to mine Bitcoin?
Probably no one. Me neither.
I needed a specialist—but…
I have zero connections. It's killing me.
I knew no one in the field. Everything was lacking.
Time would fix it, sure—but…
It'll be too late.
By the time I found a coder or crypto expert, the first halving would've passed.
The opportunity cost…
Ugh. My stomach.
It hurt. If it were a tree I couldn't climb, fine. But one I could climb, and I still failed? My own incompetence.
Of course it hurt.
I walked, clutching my gut.
Then I pulled myself together.
Hoo. Fine. First—finish Miyuki, secure the funds, then recruit.
Whining wouldn't help.
Takuya nodded and continued down the sunset-lit road.
A few days later.
Still no word from Miyuki.
I worried—checked her status via Souta. She was healthy.
So why the silence?
Dark thoughts crept in.
Did her husband find out? Did she betray me?!
Worst-case scenarios. Unlikely. I shook them off.
While waiting, I hadn't been idle.
Clack!
"Oh! It went over!"
"5252~ No way, seriously~!"
"Kuh! You're too strong?!"
I'd been sweeping the neighborhood, dominating mini-games.
Preparing for the worst—if Miyuki couldn't lend the money.
I played everything: ddakji, chicken fights, jump rope, you name it.
"As expected of the [King of Ddakji]! Incredible!"
"Huh? I heard he's the [Emperor of Chicken Fights]?"
"What're you talking about! He's the [God of Jump Rope]!"
I'd become a local legend among kids and adults.
Inevitably. Any time someone bet on a game, I challenged them.
Eight different games. I crushed them all.
Naturally, I gained a following.
"Win! King!"
"Show us your power!"
"You have to win!"
The park echoed with cheers.
But I just thought:
What am I, a damn Pokmon?*
That was it.
After another victory, I addressed the crowd.
"I'll stop here today—gotta manage my stamina!"
I wanted to keep going, but the hype was too much. Had to quit while ahead.
I dismissed the crowd, left the park, and sighed.
"Hoo… So boring. They come every day."
My "fans" never tired of watching.
Why? They said I had "captivating charm."
Really?
Honestly, no idea.
The crowd grew. My earnings shrank.
I jingled the coins in my pocket.
About 1,000 yen today.
10,000 won for a day's work. The day before yesterday? 50,000. Felt like robbery.
After wrapping up the games and item-farming while wandering,
a woman on the roadside caught my eye.
No—demanded my eye.
Whoa. Massive.
Her breasts and ass were… enormous.
That's a "boob-monster," right?
The vulgar term fit perfectly.
I smirked.
Well, free eye candy.
I started to walk past.
Obviously.
Just because she had huge tits, should I hit on her?
No. Save the aphrodisiacs. No waste.
Plus…
Something's off.
She wasn't normal.
Because…
She's been staring at ants carrying food for minutes.
The whole time I'd been ogling her chest, she hadn't moved—just watched the ground.
And then—
"Hehe. You guys are working hard, aren't you? Fighting! Fighting!"
Who talks to ants and stays sane?
I decided: eccentric, maybe unstable. Pass.
Just as I was about to walk by the boob-monster—
Baaang!
A car barreled from behind.
I barely dodged.
She can't!
The woman, still entranced by the ants, wouldn't react in time.
For a split second, I considered looking away.
But I can save her! I should!
I couldn't ignore it.
I lunged, shoving her into the adjacent field.
"Whoa?!"
"Just hang on!"
We tumbled into the dirt.
Fortunately, no rocks—just soft soil. Clothes dirty, but unharmed.
"Ugh."
She groaned, clearly in pain, but nothing serious.
I checked her, then climbed back to the road.
The car was long gone.
I screamed after it.
"You bastards! Drive like that again, you sons of bitches!"
Had to vent.
Satisfied, I returned to help her up.
"Wow, a prince?"
I froze.
A headache bloomed—same as when I met Misaki.
Damn it.