A saint once said: only when a person had a hobby could they truly be called human.
Another sage once said: a person without hobbies was not worth associating with.
Arthur had always considered himself a decent person precisely because he had hobbies.
More than one, in fact.
Arthur's favorite hobby used to be observing people!
He would sit alone in an inconspicuous corner, studying everyone who entered his field of vision and deducing their possible occupations, family backgrounds, and what they intended to do.
And then?
Naturally, he would verify his deductions one by one.
Of course, all of this stayed within what Arthur considered his personal boundaries.
He absolutely, positively would never cause any trouble.
As for getting hit by a dump truck?
That had just been a coincidence.
After coming to this world, Arthur had acquired another hobby.
Eating?
No!
Eating was an instinct!
It was the love of his life!
How could anyone call eating a hobby?
Anyone who called eating a hobby had surely never endured hunger, never known what it felt like to be so hungry in the middle of the night that their stomach hurt, to stagger as they walked without a penny in their pocket, able only to drink tap water to stave off hunger.
Eating was survival.
It was absolutely not a hobby.
Arthur had always believed that.
And his new hobby was-
Spending points!
A hobby that let him gain strength through his own talent.
The entire process was blissful.
It brought a pleasure unlike anything else.
That was why Arthur was hooked on this hobby.
Settling back into his chair in the Medium's Hall, Arthur glanced at his 2,800 XP, then began looking through his Mystic Arts one by one.
The first to catch his eye was [Illusory True