Exchange

Mission: ① Completed (reward issued)

② Follow the protagonist's group and escape the school. Success: 20 Reincarnation Points; Failure: Erasure

Further missions will unlock upon success.

Overall Evaluation: Weakling

Seeing that evaluation, Kurumi's face darkened. That was way too demoralizing. At the very least, she was much stronger than an ordinary person, wasn't she? Just as Kurumi was about to continue figuring out how to join the protagonist's group, the dismissal bell rang.

At once, quite a few girls gathered around Kurumi, chirping like sparrows as they bombarded her with questions.

"Classmate Tokisaki, what skincare products do you use? How is your skin so good?"

"Classmate Tokisaki, are you some kind of rich young lady? That elegance deep in your bones is just amazing."

"Want me to show you around the campus? How about we have lunch together?"

The boys on the outskirts, acting like a pack of animals, saw that Kurumi was surrounded by girls and were too embarrassed to squeeze in. They could only watch the stunning new transfer student from their seats.

Kurumi was not quite sure how to respond, but relying on this body's instincts, she answered them one by one and chatted pleasantly with the girls.

After word spread during a single class, people from the class went off to brag to their friends in other classes. During nearly every break, students from other classes could be found peeking through the windows to secretly look at the so-called "beautiful transfer student."

Even Kurumi felt a little overwhelmed by that kind of attention. It seemed that having too much charm was not necessarily a good thing. At the very least, Mo Xiao's soul within Kurumi was still unaccustomed to being stared at wherever she went.

Fortunately, Kurumi had arrived at school in the afternoon. Since she had not joined any clubs, she successfully became a member of the Go-Home Club. She smiled and nodded at everyone who greeted her, saying, "See you tomorrow." By the time she reached the school gate, her head was practically numb from all the nodding.

This scene happened to be witnessed by Komuro Takashi's group of three, who had no club activities today. Inoue Nagahiro lightly nudged Komuro Takashi with his elbow and looked at him with a grin. "Takashi, are you interested? I heard she's a super beautiful girl who just transferred into Class 3-A from another school. Her whole setup is just perfect!"

Before Komuro Takashi could react, Miyamoto Rei beside him became dissatisfied. "What? She's only a little prettier, isn't she? Where are your eyes looking?" As she spoke, she grabbed Inoue Nagahiro by the ear and dragged him forward.

"Ow, ow, mercy, mercy! Rei, go easy on me! I swear I won't look around again," Inoue Nagahiro pleaded to Miyamoto Rei in a half-joking tone.

Hearing the two flirt and bicker beside him, Komuro Takashi clenched his lowered hands tightly, his knuckles turning pale. Looking at the two ahead of him, he felt his heart ache terribly.

Although the new transfer student was indeed much prettier than Rei, Rei was still the one he liked. Didn't we agree? We promised when we were little that we would always be together. Why are you with Inoue Nagahiro now?

Komuro Takashi lowered his head with a gloomy expression, recalling the past. Looking at the two people ahead who had not noticed him at all, he felt as though his life had turned bleak.

One was his childhood sweetheart, and the other was his best friend. What does Inoue Nagahiro have that's better than me? Thinking that, Komuro Takashi said goodbye to the two of them and returned home. Without even greeting anyone, he went into his room and locked himself inside.

Komuro Takashi lifted the blanket covering his head. His eyes were bloodshot as he gritted his teeth. "It's all their fault. Why did they betray me? Are promises really that worthless?!"

After saying that fiercely, he closed his eyes in pain again. A tear slipped unnaturally down his face and dripped onto the bedsheet. He had never looked for fault in himself, nor had he ever considered that he might be the problem. He always believed he had not changed; Miyamoto Rei was the one who had changed.

She worships vanity. She got together with the more popular Inoue Nagahiro and abandoned me. What should I do? I have to win her back!

But when he realized he had no idea what to do, the lofty resolve he had just built up vanished immediately.

"Sigh... I'll deal with it tomorrow." With a sigh, Komuro Takashi got up and drew the curtains, then heard his mother calling him to dinner.

Back to Kurumi. This "rich young lady" in the eyes of the school bought a boxed meal at the supermarket and went home. She was no longer the powerful Mo Xiao from the Main God Space, nor did she possess Kurumi Tokisaki's strength from the Date A Live world, so she still got hungry. At the very least, she needed to take care of three meals a day.

After returning home and heating up her food, she still could not get used to the so-called "cold food" in Japan. She hastily finished eating and began browsing the shrunken version of the Main God Mall to see what she could exchange for.

In Kurumi's opinion, the task of joining the protagonist's group should be quite easy. It was practically a free twenty Reincarnation Points, so surely she had to exchange her total of thirty points for something useful, right?

Otherwise, what would she use to fight the Dead Bodies? Mastery of hand-to-hand combat? She did not want intimate contact with Dead Bodies. Rejected! Mastery of Firearms? How would she explain the guns she exchanged later? Was she supposed to say she was actually a secret agent? Rejected!

Did she really have to imitate the protagonist? Carrying a baseball bat around and smashing Dead Bodies? It was exhausting and unrewarding, and blood would splatter all over her. Rejected!

Thinking it over, it seemed she could only use cold weapons like Busujima Saeko. What was the most cost-effective option? A katana? Kurumi silently glanced at her Strength and sighed again, unable to stop herself from rubbing her forehead.

"Why didn't I exchange for cold weapon mastery back in the Main God Space?" Forget all cold weapons; even mere swordsmanship mastery cost fifty Reincarnation Points! Good heavens, why had she never thought it was this expensive before? This was outright robbery. She needed to file a complaint—she absolutely needed to file a complaint!

Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do... She browsed the katana exchange prices in the mall.

Wooden Sword: 1 point

Discarded Iron Katana: 2 points

Rust-Covered Katana: 3 points

Steel Katana: 7 points

Magic Imprint Katana (Wind-Type Severing Spell): Exchange requirements not met

Kurumi took a liking to the Steel Katana, though she did not know how many Dead Bodies her physical condition would allow her to kill. After all, a single attribute point cost a full fifty points from the Main God!

If she could no longer swing it, she could just give the sword to Busujima Saeko. Wasn't she incredibly skilled at kendo? As long as Kurumi followed her, there should be no problem. She could coast through the entire thing and collect Reincarnation Points for free. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

The more she thought about it, the more feasible the plan seemed. She immediately exchanged for the Steel Katana. It felt satisfyingly heavy in her hand! Swinging it was somewhat strenuous, all because of her 0.8 Strength attribute!

Somewhat helplessly, she stored the katana in the included spatial backpack. Five of its thirty little slots were already filled. It gave off the distinct feeling of a cheap online game, but as long as it was practical, who cared?

Then Kurumi had to face the most important task of the day! That was... taking a bath!

After becoming a girl, she had developed a slight obsession with cleanliness. Wasn't bathing every day a necessity?

She swallowed, picked up a change of clothes, and with the determined look of someone marching to her death on a battlefield, slowly made her way to the bathroom and ran hot water.

One piece of clothing after another came off. Kurumi looked at herself in the mirror, her face turning bright red. Once her snow-white naked body was completely unrestrained, she hurriedly turned around and covered her nose. She felt that if she kept looking, she would get a nosebleed. Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?

Her arms could feel that soft, smooth warmth. She fanned her face vigorously with one hand, then quickly ran into the bathtub and sat down.

Her face above the water was like a perfect red apple, tempting anyone who saw it to take a bite. Her smooth black hair spread over the water like a waterfall, like the finest silk.

She washed herself somewhat stiffly. The constant electric sensations told her that this body was truly sensitive, and several times Kurumi nearly moaned aloud.

After quickly washing up and putting on her pajamas, her face was still flushed. Before her hair had fully dried, she ran beneath the covers like a shy little rabbit.