Lin Ge, in a fit of anger, snapped back. The forum allowed for replies through thought alone or by pulling up a white light screen visible only to oneself, preserving the ancient way of interaction and giving the Judge multiple options. To get the full keyboard warrior experience, Lin Ge went all out, his fingers tapping energetically across the light screen.

“Code 666: ?” He typed out a question mark that encapsulated the essence of his entire learned experience.

“Code 965: What’s with the question mark? Anyone with a normal IQ knows that just tearing a Return Scroll gets you back to Honmaru. If you’re not trolling, what are you doing?” Before Lin Ge could respond, another message followed: “But your number isn’t bad, wanna sell your ID? DM for price?”

Lin Ge: “……” So even civilizations of such high dimensionality are obsessed with ID culture.

But the second reply from 965 inadvertently helped him. Closing the light screen, Lin Ge pulled out a “Return Scroll” from his inventory. Just tear it, and teleport back on the spot? He’d try it after shopping tomorrow. Sigh, this bed isn’t as soft as the luxury mattress I got for 399 small judgments. I wonder if Yamanbagiri has harvested the melons yet.

The next day. Miyagi Prefecture is a premier administrative region of the country, with well-developed culture and economy. Holding a plethora of converted currency, Lin Ge indulged in a taxi ride, immediately telling the driver to take him to the largest and most luxurious mall in the area.

The driver, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, sparkled with cunning at the request. Asking for a destination without specifying? Ha, a god of wealth?! Let’s see if I don’t drag you from north to south! Noting Lin Ge’s gaunt appearance and prematurely white hair, the driver casually asked, “Are you visiting Miyagi Prefecture?” Whether a local or a tourist, the answer would determine how much to overcharge. It’s not great to overcharge locals too much. Tourists, on the other hand, they’re already spending on travel, what’s a bit more on cab fare?

As Lin Ge settled into the back seat, fumbling with the seatbelt, he heard the man ask and hummed a response, “Yeah, what’s fun around here…uh, driver, is your meter broken?” He watched as the meter’s numbers skyrocketed, as if eager to sacrifice itself, making Lin Ge suspect it might burn out from overcalculating. He’d barely sat down!

The driver, stroking his sparse hair as if drawing infinite courage from it, scoffed, “It’s always been like this for years, don’t spout nonsense with your eyes open!” Then, eyeing Lin Ge’s skeletal frame, he added, “You look like a dried ghost. Driving at my age is tough. Maybe you should reflect on your own issues?”

Lin Ge: “…?” He lifted his not-yet-warm seat, “There’s no need to mock my appearance. Put yourself in my shoes, if you looked like this, you wouldn’t feel great either.”

“What can I do? Did I choose to look like this? You’ve punctured my already fragile defenses, you say your piece, you feel better, what about me? What should I do?”

“How can there be such a heartless person in the world? If you talk to me like that, what’s the point of me even living?!”

“I’m calling the police! I’m going to have you arrested!”

Driver: “……”

Shoot, a tough one. Met someone crazier than me.

His face alternating between shades of pale and flushed, he blurted, “Throw up in the car and it’s 4000 yen!” (About two red tickets) Only drunks do that!

Lin Ge, clutching his hair in despair: “No, you don’t understand what I want! I’m shattered, I can’t be put back together!”

The driver, gripping the steering wheel tightly, “How would I know what you want?!” I’m already stressed from work!! I feel like I’m the one breaking!

Thought he was a god of wealth, turns out to be a harbinger of plague.

Eventually, the driver, unable to bear it anymore, threw him 1000 yen and asked him to get out. Lin Ge then stopped his madness, stepping out of the car with pockets in his hands, his slender figure striking a dashing pose.

Last night, having ordered a smartphone suited for this era, he downloaded a few commonly used apps using the hotel’s WiFi. Opening the navigation, he found the nearest shopping mall was only 1.5 kilometers away. Lin Ge shielded his face from the sun, considering it wouldn’t be too bad to walk there. The roadside was nicely greened, the weather was clear with a gentle breeze caressing his face, bringing a wave of comfort.

Holding the 1000 yen, Lin Ge felt a warm feeling in his dead body. Humanity truly has its moments of kindness! Decided, he’d use this money for a family bucket meal later! He’d get some for his colleagues too. But how many colleagues did he actually have in Honmaru? Would others feel left out if he only bought for two?

Many on the Judge forum flaunt their swords, making Lin Ge quite envious since he couldn’t find the button for his own sword account. Also, he heard that in Honmaru, not only could you farm, but also raise horses! The Fox Helper, who duped the original soul into signing a servitude contract, really lacked business skills, gave him a neutered dashboard, and disappeared after leading him to Honmaru. If it weren’t for the kind-hearted Yamanbagiri Kunihiro, he wouldn’t even know how to farm.

Forget it, I’ll deal with this later. Maybe I can complain to the government about that dead fox later. Right now, the most important thing is my date with the family bucket.

Lin Ge fantasized about his long-missed old lover, Miss Fried Chicken, but at that moment, a scent that haunted his dreams quietly hooked his nose. That smell… Strawberry cupcakes! Miss Fried Chicken was immediately forgotten, his radar instantly alert.

Lin Ge accurately spotted the tall, slender figure in the crowd, his feet moving faster than if he were rowing a boat, and whooshed right in front of the person. Oh…! Strawberry cupcake looks really good today! No eyepatch today, wearing sunglasses, hair down, not as unapproachable as yesterday.

“What a coincidence!” Lin Ge greeted enthusiastically.

Carrying freshly made desserts, Gojo Satoru was about to leave. Hearing a familiar voice, he paused a moment, turned his head, and saw last night’s janitor. What speed. He thought. For someone so frail, it was nearly a miracle. What secrets does he hold? Remembering how he couldn’t detect anything off about this person the night before, Gojo Satoru courteously responded, “We meet again, do you live around here?”

Different from the night, the daylight made the features of this person clearer… Really thin. Lin Ge sneakily closed the distance between them, smiling, “Sort of.” He inhaled deeply—inhale, inhale, inhale! Just smelling is so satisfying, what if he got a taste?

His subtle actions didn’t escape Gojo Satoru. As their gazes met, from those eyes, Gojo Satoru saw an appetite identical to last night’s.