Shiraishi didn't explain what the plan was.
It was simply too early.
For now, he should focus on having fun at the amusement park.
He had always believed happiness was simple: do what you liked, something you could lose yourself in.
It didn't matter how dull or boring it looked to anyone else.
He bought a ticket and entered Maji Amusement Park without trouble. The first thing he wanted to ride was the roller coaster.
Maji Amusement Park's roller coaster was clearly a high-end one. Just looking at the curved track forming a loop was enough to make it seem thrilling.
He chose a seat in the very front row.
Soi Fon sat beside him, perfectly composed. What hadn't she seen before? There was no way a mere children's ride like this could make her scream.
The roller coaster slowly started forward, then suddenly accelerated down from a height.
"Ah!" Soi Fon let out a loud cry. The black cat in her arms looked up at her, then glanced to the side. A hand was pinching the soft flesh at her waist.
The higher the synchronization rate between a Gigai and a spirit body, the better its quality. The Gigai Akon made had a synchronization rate of ninety percent.
Any damage the Gigai sustained would naturally be transmitted to the spirit body.
When the thrilling roller coaster ride ended, everyone recovered from their screams and excitedly told their friends or partners how they felt.
"Wow, that was thrilling." Shiraishi looked thoroughly satisfied.
A little punch from Soi Fon nearly knocked the breath out of him. "Why did you keep pinching me? You've left bruises!"
As she spoke, she lifted her top, revealing the bruised flesh at her waist.
"It's because you kept putting on that stern face. It's one thing in Soul Society, but we're on a date. You should relax a little. If you keep looking so stern, it spoils the experience for me too."
Shiraishi rubbed his chest and caught his breath before answering her.
"If that's what you wanted, you should've said so earlier." Soi Fon rolled her eyes, and a sweet smile quickly appeared on her icy face. "How's this?"
"Much better. Next stop, the haunted house." Shiraishi planned to try every attraction in the amusement park.
Smiling broadly, Soi Fon said, "No problem."
The haunted house was an old, dilapidated building covered in bright red paint and strange patterns. The number of people allowed in at once was limited to four.
After waiting in line for over ten minutes, the two entered the haunted house. Most of it was shrouded in darkness, with occasional eerie green lights.
Silence.
Despite standing 185 centimeters tall, Shiraishi practically wanted to hide behind the 150-centimeter-tall Soi Fon. She was speechless. "In human terms, we're ghosts. What are you afraid of?"
"People are scarier than ghosts," Shiraishi answered in a trembling voice, clinging tightly to her right arm.
Whoosh.
Cold air blew across his neck. His body stiffened, and he looked back to see a ghost hanging upside down in midair, its face illuminated by a deathly pale light. Two big eyeballs dangled from their sockets, and a long tongue hung past the bridge of its nose.
With a roll, the two eyeballs suddenly moved.
"Ah!" Shiraishi screamed and ran wildly in fright. He turned a corner, and a blood-covered ghost floated out. "Ah!"
"Ah!"
By the time they left the haunted house, Shiraishi was practically clinging to Soi Fon like a koala, trembling with fear.
He could naturally thank the haunted house for the fact that he hadn't been pushed away despite being so close to her.
It was only reasonable for someone who had been frightened to cling to another person.
Besides, seeing Shiraishi act like such a coward made Soi Fon a little happy. She felt she had still beaten him when it came to courage.
She hadn't screamed once in the haunted house.
"The haunted house wasn't scary at all."
Back in the sunlight and sensing the crowd around him, Shiraishi let go and put on a brave face. "Next, let's ride the giant pendulum."
"Okay." Soi Fon had no objections.
They played from morning until four in the afternoon. Having finally tried every attraction in the amusement park, Shiraishi left fully satisfied and began putting his plan into action.
"Whenever I watched movies before, I had this strong urge to commit a crime. I always wanted to try it, but I didn't dare. After all, breaking the law wasn't suitable when I was alive."
Shiraishi bought a large backpack and filled it with a hammer and a fire axe. He had gotten the money from a randomly selected young man with a luxury car. "Now that I'm dead, it's time to make up for some of my regrets from when I was alive."
Soi Fon asked, puzzled, "What are you planning to do?"
"I want to ride the Ferris wheel and watch fireworks tonight. For that, I need to kidnap a famous local tycoon."
"Hey, Shinigami aren't allowed to interfere with humans too much."
"I'm not a Shinigami." Shiraishi rolled his eyes. "At worst, you can stay out of it and let me handle everything."
Soi Fon frowned. That seemed to make sense. She cautioned him, "Don't get anyone killed."
"Don't worry. I wasn't planning to kill anyone, just scare them. Then I'll spread my name overseas through the media."
As the saying went, a tiger left its hide behind when it died, and a person left their name. When Shiraishi was alive, he had wanted to become a major influencer with hundreds of thousands of followers. He had also longed to become a gaming skills streamer with over a million followers.
Unfortunately, things hadn't gone his way. By the time he transmigrated, his follower count still hadn't made it out of the single digits.
Now that he had the strength, he naturally had to stir up some publicity.
If he left his name in the World of the Living, perhaps decades later some content creator would make a compilation of bizarre criminals, and he would be on the list.
No, by then, he should have the strength to come to the World of the Living and make his own biography.
Thinking about the future, Shiraishi's lips curled up slightly. How should he make it up when the time came?
That question came to an end when he reached a newsstand. Shiraishi bought a financial magazine, then chatted with the owner to learn about prominent local entrepreneurs.
When it came to entrepreneurs in Karakura Town, the Tai Conglomerate was impossible to leave unmentioned.
Whether it was crops, mineral resources, or consumer goods, whether raw materials, intermediate goods, or finished products, Tai played the role of a hidden driving force at every stage of production, trade, and logistics.
It pushed its subsidiaries and affiliated companies into the spotlight, constantly expanding its markets, resources, and territory in pursuit of maximum profits.
The parent company, meanwhile, remained hidden, much like the king of the Wandenreich.
The Tai Conglomerate's headquarters were in Karakura Honcho. Standing thirty stories tall, it was the tallest building in Karakura Town.
The current head of the conglomerate was Tai Hideo, a low-key and hardworking man. When it came to his own safety, he never let his guard down.
He rode in the same model of vehicle as the prime minister, equipped to withstand bullets and explosions.
Forty bodyguards provided him with close protection. Every one of them was required to have a legal firearms permit, and all were karate black belts who could confidently declare, "I can take on ten!"
To keep them from neglecting practical combat, Tai Hideo employed eighty men in two groups. While one group protected him, the other underwent rigorous training, conducted entirely to the standards of the U.S. Marine Corps.
Over the years, none of the scoundrels who had set their sights on him had come to a good end.
Today, as usual, he descended to the first basement level, surrounded by bodyguards.
The moment the elevator doors opened, he saw the twenty bodyguards stationed beside the car lying on the ground.
"Quick! Close the doors and go back up!!!"