Chapter 400

He certainly didn't think he had a protagonist's halo or was the most special person in the world.

His Chūnibyō were forced to end by life's hardships in his previous life.

From a rational perspective, if there's any reason, it must be that there's something inside her body that allows him to see her... Oh no, now she really isn't an ordinary person!

The reason he returned to the mansion was to find a quiet place to explore what was inside his body.

Things were fine before, because everything was going smoothly, and he wasn't in such a hurry; as long as he didn't die, that was enough. But things are different now.

If you continue to live slowly and carefree when strange phenomena begin to emerge, you will likely soon experience the harsh realities of life.

He only discovered this by chance because he knew the information in advance and went to stake out Sakurajima Mai.

What about before he was discovered, when he was traveling around sightseeing and dating everywhere?

How many other unseen and uncontrollable things are quietly happening in every corner of this world?

To still be so carefree now is truly courting death.

Chapter 406 I love you, Mom, see you tomorrow!

"After all, when things don't go smoothly, one should reflect on one's own actions. It seems that in the end, I can only rely on myself to solve this problem!"

He stood up, removed the thin knee pillow that wasn't very fleshy, clenched his fist, and said in a firm and powerful voice.

"Haha, this Chinese sentence doesn't seem to mean that..."

Okura Yusei chuckled dryly and made a sarcastic remark.

Ignoring his voice, he pondered what this mysterious object, whose fate was still uncertain, might be—whether it was a blessing or a curse, was.

If it were some kind of secret cultivation method for the human body, that would be great... Just kidding, it's obviously impossible.

Hopefully, it'll be a powerful and useful item; otherwise, what difference would it make if he encountered Moon Person, Esper, Future Person, Otherworlder, Saiyan... or anything like that?

Well, that's why he doesn't want to step into the mystical realm. The accumulation of power levels is just too troublesome, and following the law of the jungle, it's endless and incredibly boring.

It's better to live a good life with a bunch of relatives and friends; that's better than anything else.

Those fools who worship immortality, do they really think that an ordinary person's brain, the size of two fists, can withstand the erosion and baptism of countless years? Not everyone is themselves...

He knew the consequences of greed, so he always maintained a moderate and balanced lifestyle, carefully savoring every moment and striving not to waste a single minute.

He was confident that even if he only lived for a little over a decade, the accumulation of these countless small moments would be far more fulfilling and meaningful than the decades that most people live in a daze.

This includes not only the total amount of knowledge and skills, but also a comprehensive understanding and insight into the world and oneself.

Therefore, living out his life as he is now would be more than enough for him.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned... This young brat, already so old, had to face those monsters head-on, suffering serious injuries.

"So what?"

Sakurakoji Luna glanced at him, her gaze slightly narrowed, and asked with concern, "Since you already have your own plans, why are you so anxious and afraid, son?"

"..."

After a moment of silence with his back to the two of them, his beautifully curved lips moved slightly, his eyes half-closed, and he turned to look at her, feeling a warmth in his heart.

My mom is still my mom; her judgment is as sharp as ever.

Sakurakoji Luna looked at her son, who was almost entirely her own, with a worried expression. She felt a strange anxiety and a sense of estrangement, as if he might leave her at any moment.

This feeling is similar to the uncertainty and confusion about the Mirai that I felt when I couldn't cure him as a child.

It was as if he would disappear from their sight tomorrow.

Although they gradually got used to this situation over time, and their sense of unease lessened considerably, it seems to have been stirred up again now...

Sakurakoji Talent stared blankly at the ornate Rococo-style wall in front of the living room, a sense of calm mixed with a tingling sensation.

Although he had decided to confront this accompanying "curse," he was unsure whether he was truly prepared.

Just like he said before, he wasn't sure whether this was a blessing or a curse, or whether he could control it.

It might quickly provide what we need most right now, or it might lead to irreversible consequences...

But he still chose to give it a try, because in his estimation, the probability of it being a blessing was far greater than the probability of it being a curse.

But, what if, right?

If the success rate isn't 100%, what's the difference between that and suicide?

Especially for a chosen one like him, born with a unique ability to gamble, shouldn't he enjoy everything before he gambles, leaving no regrets?

Even if he were to be in a car accident, he was confident he could save his life, but that was really hard to say.

What truly frightens him is never the sudden appearance of novelties, but the fear that, like in his previous life, just when he finally saw a glimmer of hope that could solve his problems and allow him to live a normal, happy life, it would all be wiped out by an accident.

He's not a zero-based being; experiencing something like this once is enough.

He absolutely does not want to repeat the same mistakes!

This time, we can only win, we cannot lose!

After transforming all his emotions into fighting spirit, his jewel-like pupils gained an extra layer of hardness, just like a jewel.

He casually walked to the center of the living room, shrugged, and waved to the two of them, saying, "It's alright! According to my super brain calculations, the probability of success this time is 99.9%!"

"If this thing is really what I think it is, then I won't have to worry about most of my future problems!"

Hearing him say this, the Sakurakoji couple felt no relief or joy, only a pang of sadness and sorrow.

Whether it's genuinely light and airy, or just a way to avoid worrying them, they're not stupid...

Their understanding of their children, whom they've spent so many years with, far surpasses that of anyone else in the world, even including the relatively innocent and naive Sakurakoji Ashiri.

Sakurakoji Luna rolled her smooth, white throat, her red eyes darkening further, the veins on the back of her hands throbbing. Suppressing her emotions, she crossed her arms over her chest as usual, and said with a haughty calmness:

"Really? So you already know what that is. You're just like my son!"

"What is that, Father? I'm a little curious..."

Beside him, Okura Yusei, whose acting skills were not as good as his wife's but whose emotions were more abundant, lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice with a disappointed expression.

"Hmm~ You'll find out later, right?"

Seemingly oblivious to their change, Sakurakoji Talent snapped his fingers and grinned.

"In short, it should be something really fun and interesting, something that's perfect for me!"

He wasn't trying to comfort them; after all, ever since birth, he had been pondering the secrets of his own body.

Especially after realizing that his parents and uncles were of no use, he understood even more that he could only solve this problem himself.

So, after a long period of thought, he narrowed down the possibilities to a few dozen things, but because there was so little information, he couldn't be sure which one it was.

But after returning to Tokyo, based on the information he had gathered over the past few months, he reduced his suspects to one-tenth, leaving only a handful.

Among these, one particular guess is the most reasonable.

If it really is that incredibly lucrative opportunity, then he has to give it a try no matter what.

The only concern is that among the remaining guesses, there might be something rather dangerous...

If you're unlucky and become one of the unluckiest people in the world—then you might really have to say goodbye to this world...

Although the probability of the worst-case scenario is low, as the saying goes, what if...?

So, he really feels like he's going to the execution ground, writing a farewell letter and his last words before he leaves.

Or, before we start, why don't we go find Minato Yukina and let them absorb some of their Lucky Aura?

He couldn't help but amuse himself with this thought.

"Hey, hey--I see, then I'm really looking forward to it!"

Okura Yusei forced a smile, trying to soothe his emotions.

But Sakurakoji Talent Maki he wouldn't do that, as it only put more pressure on him.

"Alright! Time waits for no one, I need to go into seclusion to cultivate!"

He glanced at his watch, then tapped his middle finger against his forehead in a salute to the two men.

"Because I don't know how long it will take, don't bother me for the next seven days—until I starve to death!"

"Don't call me for seven days, whether it's for no reason or not!"

"Oh right! On the sixth day, quickly contact the best chef in all of Tokyo, and have them prepare a delicious feast to welcome me back when I emerge from quarantine! Thank you so much!"

"Hmm... it seems I should set up notifications on my phone beforehand to let others know my situation... Let's do that now."

He took out his phone and used various methods, including phone calls, text messages, and social media, to explain that he had important matters to attend to for the next week and asked not to be disturbed. Then he turned off the phone and put it in his pocket.

"..."

The two people on the sofa watched his every move silently, their voices barely audible.

"Okay, finally... well, not really the last one, I just remembered something else."

He pounded his head with his fist in frustration.

"When it comes to important moments, it always feels like there are endless important things to say, it's really troublesome... Father?"

"Ah, hi!"

Okura Yusei quickly responded.

"Could you please contact your aunt and uncle later and tell them about this? But don't bother telling Rumin-jie; it's pointless to make those kids worry."

"Good..."

Okura Yusei swallowed hard, forcing himself to say, "Talent, you're still a child, you don't need to force yourself like this!" Tears welled up in his eyes.

When children truly decide what they want to do, the only thing parents can do is watch over them and wait for them.

"Then help me investigate a few things. There are some things I have doubts about, namely..."

He gently fanned his silvery-white eyelashes, clearly outlining the tasks.

After saying a few more things, seeing the two of them unable to maintain their acting skills any longer with their tearful eyes, he couldn't continue.

"... Seriously~ why did you make that face? It just makes me feel even worse... Ugh~"

He paused, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly with a wet sound.

"Sorry!"

Okura Yusei choked with emotion.

"..."

Sakurakoji Talent looked at him with warm eyes, her brows furrowing in exasperation. "You still love apologizing so much, Father..."

"Waaaaah~ I'm so sorry! My Talent! I'm really sorry!"

Okura Yusei could no longer hold back; his tear ducts, which he hadn't used for many years, burst forth again, and he sobbed uncontrollably.

I'm sorry to have left you to bear all of this alone!

I'm sorry for making you suffer so much all this time!

I'm sorry that I'm preventing you from growing up and living a normal life like a typical child!

I'm sorry that you're the one who has the hardest time, yet you still have to consider their feelings!

Although he didn't say it aloud, he understood everything.

He lowered his eyes, his voice for the first time sounding like a child who had made a grave mistake. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm sorry, Father, Mother, for causing you so much pain all these years..."

"If I didn't..."

If he hadn't traveled through time and taken the spot that originally belonged to "that child," they wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble.

This was the only thing he regretted in his life.

Someone like him, born with a "curse," doesn't deserve such a good family background and loving parents.

If I had known it would turn out this way, I shouldn't have had such a strong will to live before I died in my past life; I should have just accepted it all...

"That's not true at all!"

X 2.

Two voices, speaking in unison, echoed in the vast space, forcefully drowning out his own voice and causing his body, like a startled bird, to tremble violently.