An hour later, Tanaka Masao let out a long breath and couldn't help but exclaim.
"Revisiting the old to learn the new, I feel like I've learned so much again. I have to say, the system's stuff is indeed top-notch."
"Ding, congratulations Host for obtaining Depravity Value x1."
Hearing the system prompt, Tanaka Masao was a bit confused and asked,
"System, why did I suddenly get Depravity Value?"
"Host, do you remember saying before that you would never look at such things again? Your current behavior aligns with the system's judgment."
"Is the judgment that lenient? And I can actually extract Depravity Value from myself."
Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped into Tanaka Masao's mind.
"According to the original owner's extensive knowledge, this manga doesn't exist in this world.
So if I take this manga to be published, won't I be able to earn both Depravity Value and money? I really am a genius!"
Tanaka Masao felt as if he had found the correct way to use the system.
"But where should I take this thing to be published? Never mind, tomorrow is the weekend, I'll think about it then."
Tanaka Masao put the manga back into the system space. With the system mostly sorted, it was time to face his new life.
Looking at the messy room, Tanaka Masao decided to clean it up.
As he cleaned, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Huh, how did I get so dirty?"
"Oh, what's on this bedsheet? And it wasn't even cleaned."
After some tidying, the room was finally clean, with two large bags of trash collected.
The washing machine hadn't stopped since he started, and there was still a huge pile of clothes waiting to be washed.
The bedsheets and quilts had all been taken away and replaced with spares.
"This makes it so much more comfortable."
Tanaka Masao wiped the sweat from his forehead. After all this work, he had sweat quite a bit, and his clothes were damp.
"It's a good time to take a bath."
Tanaka Masao spent a full half hour in the bathroom, thoroughly washing himself.
He used shampoo three times and shower gel three times.
Looking at himself in the mirror.
"Although I'm still quite fat and not very good-looking, at least I'm not as greasy."
Feeling a bit tired, Tanaka Masao quickly tidied up and then lay on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.
That evening, when Tanaka Masao's parents returned, they were astonished.
They had long accepted that their son was a shut-in, as it was quite common in their area.
But they couldn't understand what had gotten into their son; why had he suddenly started cleaning up?
Facing his parents' confusion, Tanaka Masao thought for a moment, then said with a feigned shyness,
"I met a girl at school and want to change myself..."
Tanaka's parents understood instantly upon hearing this; he wanted to be in a relationship.
They expressed their full support for this, saying that if there was anything they could do, he should just ask.
If their son could change because of this, they didn't expect him to become outstanding, just better.
After receiving much care from his parents, Tanaka Masao also got 50,000 yen in pocket money after dinner.
Tanaka Masao gladly accepted.
The original owner had spent all his money on various merchandise, so he didn't have much left. With these 50,000 yen, it would be easier for him to act.
...
The next day, having had plenty of rest yesterday, Tanaka Masao woke up early.
He tidied up, put on a backpack, and prepared to go out.
Before leaving, he glanced at his outfit and appearance.
Hmm, undeniably a typical shut-in.
Today, he planned to travel far, to Tokyo, to find an opportunity to publish his manga.
As for why he wasn't looking for publishing opportunities directly within Chiba Prefecture, it was, of course, because of his manga...
He could achieve higher sales in Tokyo.
It definitely wasn't to avoid being recognized by others and feel more at ease in a distant place.
He took out a large stack of manuscripts, which the system had prepared for him. To publish, he naturally needed manuscripts.
After putting the manuscripts in his bag and confirming everything, Tanaka Masao left.
...
He boarded a train at a nearby station and arrived in Tokyo in less than an hour.
The original owner had been to Tokyo before, because it was home to the famous anime and manga mecca, Akihabara.
Tanaka Masao's destination this time was also here. According to his memory, the original owner had bought R18 manga here several times.
He planned to ask the shop owner there how to get published.
By the time Tanaka Masao arrived in Akihabara, it was already past nine in the morning.
Today was the weekend, and most people were off work, so Akihabara was incredibly crowded, with cosplayers visible everywhere.
Tanaka Masao blended into the crowd, completely inconspicuous.
In just this short while, he had encountered at least ten people who looked similar to him.
Tanaka Masao couldn't help but complain,
"Am I some kind of mass-produced figurine?"
Complaining aside, he still had to look around.
In just this short time, he was asked by several groups of people to take photos, and in return, he also took selfies with a few cosplayers.
While not every one of these cosplaying young women was stunningly beautiful, they were all quite cute after makeup.
Moreover, after helping others take photos, Tanaka Masao discovered that the original owner actually had some decent photography skills.
Strolling along, he could say he was having a good time.
Passing a maid cafe, Tanaka Masao's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it.
Inside, he could see several young women in maid outfits, some of whom were quite attractive.
Customers were coming and going constantly, indicating that this maid cafe was very popular.
If the original owner were here, he would have undoubtedly walked in and ordered an omurice blessed with a delicious spell.
But thinking about his wallet, Tanaka Masao decisively gave up the idea of going in.
"I'll go in when my wallet is fatter."
After wandering around, he arrived at a secluded and quiet place.
This area seemed a bit deserted, with pedestrians all hurrying along.
Some people wore masks, sunglasses, and baseball caps, looking around nervously, as if they were thieves.
People coming out of the shops generally carried opaque bags.
Seeing this, Tanaka Masao knew he had come to the right place.
Touching his face, Tanaka Masao hesitated.
"Hmm, I guess I don't need any disguise with this face, do I?"
Just as Tanaka Masao was hesitating, he suddenly saw a familiar figure emerge from the shop.
A green tracksuit, a petite figure, long blonde hair, and a delicate face beneath black-rimmed glasses.
Although she wasn't wearing twin tails, this image overlapped infinitely with a certain anime character in Tanaka Masao's memory.
He couldn't help but call out,
"Sawamura Spencer Eriri!"
As his words fell, Tanaka Masao clearly saw the young woman in the green tracksuit stiffen, and her expression visibly worsened.