Who Agreed to That?

Of the six attributes, aside from the last few, the ones corresponding to reality seemed fairly intuitive.

For a rough understanding, Strength was probably physical power and muscle strength, Agility likely involved neural response speed and explosive power, while Constitution... probably referred to stamina, endurance, immunity, and the like—an overall measure of how much punishment one could take?

Since no additional notes had appeared to explain what fields they corresponded to or what kinds of checks they affected, he could only figure it out himself. Still, their literal meanings were not difficult to understand.

In the end, Gu Mo felt that testing "Strength" and "Agility" would be more convenient and straightforward. Constitution could affect too many factors, and the stamina, immunity, defense, and other things he could think of all seemed more like passive attributes...

So directly comparing that attribute to confirm the changes before and after adding points would be relatively troublesome.

—That was what he thought, and in the end, he chose to test Strength, because it was the fastest and simplest option. If he wanted to be more professional, he could find a gym and have someone test his maximum weight, or he could even scrape together the conditions at home.

Having made his decision, Gu Mo acted decisively. After rinsing his mouth, he turned and left the washroom, heading straight for another room.

He had bought some fitness equipment before, so he could work out at home. He did not use it very often, but it had finally come in handy now.

Ten minutes later.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! I told you, I've been working out lately..."

Gu Mo sat on the sofa, nodding repeatedly as he spoke into his phone.

"Whoa! Didn't I send you guys a photo to show you? What, which gym gets results this good? Well... I've actually just been training by myself, just messing around, really. I can't recommend anywhere, and there's no trick to it either. It's all about persistence. I'm only seeing the first results now, all thanks to my own hard work..."

After spinning an outrageous tale and claiming that the post he had just made on Moments was the result of his own effort and persistence, Gu Mo finally ended the call with some difficulty. He put down his phone and let out a quiet breath.

It was a little troublesome, but he could still bluff his way through it.

After all, a more reclusive lifestyle was not without its advantages. At least, familiar friends and acquaintances often went a while without seeing you. And during that blank period, you could shape your experiences however you liked.

As long as it was not too outrageous, it would be fine.

Just like this.

Trying hard to keep a straight face, Gu Mo picked up his phone again and opened Moments for a glance. Only a few minutes had passed, yet several more replies had appeared under his post. The red notification dots made him unable to resist opening them.

—"Wow! This is... How did I never realize you were such a closet show-off..."

—"We agreed to get fat together, but you secretly lost weight! This has to be Photoshopped!"

—"Nonsense! Everyone knows videos can't be Photoshopped, so this must be real! (doge)"

Mm. The general vibe in the comments was basically like that. Those were even the relatively normal ones. The reason he said that was, of course, because there were some decidedly abnormal ones too.

—"More! That wasn't stimulating enough!"

—"Send it to my email, ××××××××@qq.com. Thanks. May good people stay flat-chested forever."

—"Senior, your muscles are really nice. If you're interested, please contact your junior here as soon as possible."

They were mostly joking around, of course. Social platforms came and went, but meme-makers never went out of style. Even knowing that, however, Gu Mo still found it painful to look at. Holding his phone, he wore the expression of an old man on the subway staring at his screen.

He truly had not known that his Moments contained so many hidden geniuses. They were not particularly serious in everyday life, and online, they had completely let themselves go.

And it was already past midnight. Yet none of them were asleep. They had even liked and commented the moment he posted... Had they all reached the Nascent Soul stage already?

Of course, all of this had been caused by the video Gu Mo had just posted.

It was a very short selfie video, only a few seconds long. The content was simple too: wearing a sports tank top, he had briefly shown off the lines of his muscles... Naturally, he had not intended to show off. Posting something so out of character was only meant as further confirmation.

His old build had been fairly average. He was neither fat nor skinny. But in the video, there had been obvious changes.

Though he was still not quite worthy of words like muscular or brawny, all his excess flesh and fat had indeed vanished, and more distinct muscle definition had begun to appear. Perhaps he was not a fitness expert yet, but he did look like someone who had worked out consistently for a while and was starting to see results.

Just as he had said on the phone, it was all thanks to his hard work—

After all, he had spent a whole few minutes thinking it over before finally deciding to add a point to Strength.

Taking several deep breaths to steady himself, Gu Mo looked at the short video in his post. His mood was nowhere near as calm as he had made it seem during the call.

Because the moment he had added the point, he had immediately felt the change. It had been so obvious that he did not even need a strength test to notice it. But the experiences of the past few days had made him overly jumpy, and he felt it was necessary to confirm it from several angles.

Only now did he finally feel truly at ease.

Although there were plenty of strange people in the comments, and they were both hilarious and painful to read, their reactions had at least proven one thing—

Gu Mo unconsciously clenched his fist. He squeezed so hard that the phone in his hand made faint cracking noises, as though it might split apart at any moment. He got up and paced back and forth, his mind a complete mess. He walked around like that for several minutes without stopping.

He had finally proven it and resolved a worry that had plagued him for some time. That should have been a good thing, but... what came next?

As though he had completed a goal, he suddenly felt lost. What was he supposed to do next?

After quite a while, his mind was still in turmoil and he had no real ideas. He unconsciously walked over to the nearby mirror, focused slightly, and opened the Character Attribute Panel that only he could see—so far, he had discovered that he could only view and operate the customization options from a third-person perspective.

Mirrors, water, and the like all worked, so long as they reflected his image.

He did not know whether that was simply how the feature had been designed, or whether it was a bug caused by the Idiot System—because it was obvious that his cheat was currently full of problems. Although, for some reason today, it seemed to have successfully repaired part of its own functions, there were clearly still many unresolved issues.

Whether it was the prompt function still being absent, or the garbled text and inaccessible options still present on the panel, all of it proved that point.

And his inability to wake up properly every day was probably caused by a bug in the Idiot System as well. He did not know whether that had been fixed either...

Looking at his six-dimensional attribute chart, Gu Mo saw that the perfect balance from before had been broken after he added one point to Strength, causing the hexagonal graph to shift slightly. Yet as he looked at the chart and felt the changes in his body, he suddenly felt that his mild obsessive-compulsive tendencies were not that important.

The investment of a single point had not brought a particularly massive change, but it had been obvious enough.

Thinking back to the Golden Egg Fried Rice from not long ago, which was said to slightly increase Constitution but had no effect on those with more than 12 points in Constitution, Gu Mo felt that he roughly understood. Perhaps 10 points really was the standard—the theoretical normal, healthy level for an average person—but every point above that was not easy to gain.

But speaking of Golden Egg Fried Rice...

Gu Mo blinked. Had he forgotten something?

Damn! Without realizing it, he had dragged things out until now. That restaurant had definitely closed already... The realization made him suddenly feel ravenous, but when he checked the time, he could only helplessly accept that he had missed his chance.

—Of course, even if he had not missed it, he might not have been able to find that restaurant.

Considering what had happened tonight, Gu Mo, who had already understood some things, thought for a moment before returning to his bedroom and sitting down at his computer desk. As soon as it powered on, he impatiently entered a keyword and searched for "Yukihira Restaurant."

He had not thought much about it before, so he had only searched delivery apps and ordinary map navigation. When nothing came up, he had no choice but to give up, assuming the restaurant was simply very old-fashioned.

It had not even adopted electronic payments, and being unable to keep up with modern times seemed fairly normal. That could somewhat explain why such an amazing restaurant right outside his home had remained completely unknown.

But now that he thought about it, that was not the case at all.

Looking at the pages that rapidly popped up in his browser and the more than 850,000 search results, Gu Mo twitched the corner of his mouth... So the fleeting sense of familiarity he had felt upon seeing the restaurant's name was because he had really seen it before.

That had been four or five years ago, though. And since he had not been interested in that type of story, he had only read the beginning before dropping it. Naturally, it had not left much of an impression. Otherwise, he should have recognized it right away.

After browsing briefly and finding that it roughly matched the information he had, he sighed. After thinking for a moment, he entered several more keywords into the search bar.

"Fushiguro Megumi," "Cursed Spirit," "Sukuna's Finger"...

Well then, this time the search results were close to a million. Gu Mo's eyelid twitched as he stared at them.

After quickly looking through them, he realized this was even more absurd than Yukihira Restaurant. He had at least read a little of the former, but he had never even heard the name of this work before. If he had not searched now, then after so long without watching anime or following shows, he would not even have known that an anime called "Jujutsu Kaisen" had come out recently.

So—that dream from earlier might actually have been real!

Thinking of how the screen had suddenly gone black at the end, Gu Mo felt his teeth ache. At the same time, he could not stop himself from feeling relieved.

He was indeed unlucky. Without knowing anything, he had been dragged into such a dangerous situation. Forget not realizing what was happening at the time—even if he had realized it, there was nothing he could have done, because he knew nothing about the "plot." As an ordinary person, no matter what he did in a scene full of rampaging demons and monsters, it would not have ended well...

But he was lucky too. Whatever Fushiguro Megumi's intentions had been, he had indeed helped him out at the start. More importantly, Gu Mo's greatest support was the Idiot System on him. Though it was absurdly buggy, the extra functions that still worked normally were even more absurd.

For example... Auto-Save?

Sure enough, humans had limits. With his own effort alone, he could only get this far. If he had to face similar situations in the future, how could he possibly have a bright future without cheats?

Late at night.

The moonlight was cold.

The night market snack street was still lively. Gu Mo held a bag in one hand and skewers in the other, stuffing them into his mouth in huge bites. It should have looked like an appetizingly hearty way of eating, but his expression, as though he were chewing wax, completely canceled out that effect and even sent it in the opposite direction.

As a result, several passersby who had seemed tempted suddenly changed their minds. Having just approached the stall, they turned and headed elsewhere.

The owner behind the stall struggled to maintain his smile, though his expression was already cracking. He had thought a big eater had arrived and that he had made a good sale, but this looked more like someone here to sabotage his business... Could this esteemed customer please eat somewhere else, or at least stop looking so cold?

Naturally, Gu Mo did not know that he was causing the owner trouble. He had just wandered around the area, and unsurprisingly, he had not found Yukihira Restaurant again. Likewise, he had not found Miyagi Prefecture Sugisawa Third High School.

If those were "Dungeons," then what exactly was the mechanism for entering them? And would the same Dungeons appear again in the future?

With those questions on his mind, he quickly finished the food in his hands, tossed the trash into a roadside bin, and prepared to head home... He had only come out to verify things anyway. He had no plans to continue clearing Dungeons—

Yukihira Restaurant was one thing, but he definitely was not going back to Miyagi Prefecture Sugisawa Third High School.

The latter was clearly not some beginner Dungeon, so he should wait until he had at least leveled up ten times before coming back...

And according to the pattern he had figured out so far, it seemed he could only enter a Dungeon once a day? Whether he succeeded or failed, it still used up an attempt? Mm, probably. In any case, his current mental state was not suitable for getting involved again. He should go back and rest first, then see what happened tomorrow night...

Wait!

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt. Gu Mo, who had absentmindedly crossed the street and entered the residential complex's access gate, looked up and scanned his surroundings. What he saw was a desolate wilderness of barren mountains and deep forests. Dark clouds covered the moonlight overhead, making the place especially eerie and bleak.

Where was the residential complex?

And what happened to the pattern they had agreed on?