Although he was poor, it wasn't to the point of having nothing.
According to his memories, his irresponsible parents in this world had at least left him a house. From the perspective of his previous life, a house in Tokyo was practically a gold mine.
That alone was enough to count as a blessing.
Unfortunately, the old residential district left much to be desired. The entrance was cramped, the rooms narrow, and the overall layout did nothing to lift Yūma's spirits.
Still, the air was clean, and the place was surprisingly tidy.
He flopped onto the bed and let out a slow breath.
So… I really did transmigrate.
There was no dramatic romantic encounter, no destined meeting. Instead, he had stumbled straight into the world of an NTR doujinshi—and even crossed paths with Yotsumoto Ryouka herself. Fortunately, the incident had been resolved without lasting damage, preserving his reputation as a "Pure Love Warrior."
How delightful. Truly delightful.
Before transmigrating, his background had already rivaled Batman's. After transmigrating, he was still completely alone.
Honestly? That wasn't so bad.
He looked at the only full-length mirror in the room.
The mirror reflected the appearance of 'Andō Yūma.'
It was also the first time he had seen his own appearance in this world.
He had a slender build, roughly around 1.8 meters tall, which was a rare height among Japanese people. His skin was very pale, but not a clear, healthy white, rather a nearly sickly pale. His hair was quite messy, his eyes were lifeless, and there were thin dark circles under his eyes. He looked... very sleep-deprived.
He hadn't expected a cultivation genius—he'd picked up a sickly mess instead.
Yūma smiled.
Setting aside these 'state' issues, just looking at his features and appearance, he was surprisingly outstanding, possessing a certain 'fin-de-siècle pretty boy' demeanor.
What a pity.
He disappointedly stroked his chin:
"In my past life, I was the Jackson Wang of my hometown."
[Shameless. Beep, the System criticizes the host's words.] A voice similar to that of a Misaka Sister from 'A Certain Scientific Railgun' sounded in his mind.
"Ah, it's out."
[The host doesn't seem surprised at all. Beep, the System is very dissatisfied that the host didn't let out a loud cry of 'Ahhh, what are you?!']
"You call yourself 'System,' so why should I 'ahhhh'? But since you want to hear it, I'll 'ahhhh' for you. 'Ahhhh.'"
[The host's tone is as listless as a married man saying, 'I'm tired today, let's do it next time.' Beep, the System questions the host's physical condition.]
"Less nonsense, what model of system are you?" he asked. Since 'transmigration' had become a given fact, having a system was also reasonable.
[I am a Huaren brand Model 2060 System, pure love. Host can call me 'Ai-chan.' Beep, the System feels it can change its self-address to 'Ai-chan' and is starting to try... Ai-chan is out of the warehouse, feeling good.]
"Artificial idiot?"
[The host is the idiot! The Creator tested Ai-chan's IQ when creating her. Even if you subtracted eighty points from Ai-chan's IQ, she'd still qualify as "smart." Beep, Ai-chan proudly puffed out her 36D chest.]
"The Creator refers to?"
[The supreme existence, the great example, Ai-chan's Kami, not something mere mortals like you can compare to. Beep, Ai-chan warns the host not to ask too many questions.]
"So, your function is—"
He tried to silently recite the words 'interface' like in web novels, and then an interface actually popped up in front of him.
It was so simple it looked like a plain TXT file!?
And on it, two lines of text were written in size 5 Song typeface.
The first line, 'Skills Mastered'
The second line, 'Swordsmanship Mastery EX', 'Nonsense'
The description for 'Swordsmanship Mastery' was: The style of showing off, always with me.
The description for 'Nonsense' was: Whether it's believable or not isn't important; whether others believe it is.
It was truly concise and clear, straight to the point.
Actually, he had heard this system speak before he fainted, and the 'Swordsmanship Mastery' skill seemed to be the reward given to him after he completed the task related to Ryouka.
The main reason he hadn't asked if the system existed was that he wanted to see if the system would never come out if he held back from asking. After all, there were quite a lot of embarrassing systems in the current situation, and sure enough, the system residing in him was also of the same ilk.
Embarrassing.
Not just embarrassing...
This crappy interface was even worse than a PPT, rough at a glance, exuding an aura of 'weakness' all over.
"So, you won't give me quests or anything?"
[Ai-chan's main feature is 'freedom.' Any quests need to be triggered by the host yourself, you know. Beep, smart Ai-chan is patiently guiding the clumsy host.]
"Then if I don't actively trigger quests, aren't you useless?"
[Theoretically, yes, but Ai-chan's functions are very powerful, you know, and the rewards given are extremely generous. Ai-chan doesn't think the host can resist the temptation. Beep, Ai-chan slightly tugged at her collar, emphasizing her 36D cleavage as an enticement.]
"Honestly, if it were 'Physical Arts Mastery EX' or 'Learning Posture Mastery EX,' it might still be useful, but what's the use of 'Swordsmanship Mastery EX'? I've never touched a sword in my life. "And, 'Swordsmanship Mastery'? What can I do with mastery? Have a hearty fencing match? With whom?
'Nonsense' is even more ridiculous; doesn't it all depend on my acting?
[Ai-Ai-chan is only responsible for preparing rewards. What you get from opening the box depends on the host's luck, so, so getting the 'Swordsmanship Mastery EX' skill just means the host is more unlucky. Beep, Ai-chan pouted, very dissatisfied with the host's blaming behavior.]
"Alright, I'm going to sleep. Don't come out unless I call you!" he yawned and said. Although he didn't know if he had really suffered heatstroke before, his body was quite tired.
[Hmph, the host really doesn't understand anything. The 'Otherworld' now is different from before. If we systems aren't with you, you can't take a single step... Hey, hey, hey, don't actually fall asleep! Beep, Ai-chan tried to pull the host's hair but found she had no hands, and her mood became very dejected.]
"...Hoo-hoo." Sleeping soundly.