I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 199 A Severe Shattering of Worldview!

Bathed in the morning light, it feels like the arrival of a new life.

The boy braced himself against the bed, trying to stand up, exerting a little effort.

"boom!"

A cloud of dust appeared, and the entire bed collapsed.

After the dust floating in the air dissipated slightly, Tsukino Gen's face, which was becoming increasingly outstanding, was now somewhat dazed.

"Oops. I forgot, it's the fourth floor."

The boy scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled.

It seems they haven't yet adapted to the new power of this fourth layer.

No additional traits have been discovered yet, but the changes in strength and physical function are quite obvious.

He felt no drowsiness upon waking, and didn't even have the urge to stay in bed. He was as energetic as a fully charged cell phone—no, he should say he was at 500% battery.

It's like a perpetual motion machine that will never run out of steam.

Tsukino Gen spent almost the rest of the summer vacation breaking through to the fourth level, and successfully did so. Actually, there was nothing earth-shattering at the beginning, but now it seems there are still many things he needs to adapt to.

As for what to do with the bed now that it's a 'ruin', it's definitely impossible to reassemble it, I'm too lazy to do it, and there's no need to. Besides, there's no time to do it now.

Because this is the start of the new semester.

I'll leave it for now and go to the bathroom to wash up.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I don't know if it's an illusion or a real change.

I feel like my appearance has changed a little, but it's not as dramatic as having plastic surgery or a complete makeover.

She looks more pleasing to the eye, her facial features are more three-dimensional and delicate, and her eyes seem to have become more deep and bright.

Even their appearance is changing because of this?
Will I actually get a head transplant in the end? Oh well, as long as I don't grow horns on my head, it doesn't matter. It's just a matter of the price I pay for gaining power, and so on.

After washing up, I went next door to make breakfast as usual.

These past few days, Kiyono Mizuki has been waking up very early.

Influenced by Tsukino Gen's daily routine, her sleep schedule has become increasingly regular. There's no way around it; smelling such a strong fragrance first thing in the morning, and having such a handsome guy waking you up by your bedside—who could resist staying in bed?
The earlier you wake up, the earlier you go to sleep.

After washing up, Kiyono Mizuki laboriously moved herself to a chair, which was part of her recent 'rehabilitation routine,' with the help of Tsukino Gen. The signs of recovery in her legs were becoming increasingly apparent.

Now I can exert some strength, unlike before when I only had instinct but no supporting power.

However, walking smoothly is still a long way off. But it is a real change, a miracle that even Kiyono Mizuki herself finds incredible.

"By the way, I thought I heard some noise coming from your room this morning, what was that?"

Kiyono Mizuki looked at the boy sitting across from her as she ate her meal.

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "It's nothing. I just moved a bit too much when I got up, and the bed collapsed."

"The bed collapsed? Even with the biggest movements, you couldn't possibly collapse the bed, could you? What are you doing, doing a backflip on the bed?"

Kiyono Mizuki didn't quite believe it. This bastard was usually very frugal, how could he possibly break the bed like that?

"Who knows? After all, this bed has probably been in service longer than I am. Retirement is normal."

"Have you bought a new bed yet?"

"No."

"Oh? So where will you sleep tonight?"

Kiyono asked instinctively.

Then she saw Tsukino Gen's smiling gaze fixed on her. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. Until my new bed arrives, I'll have to sleep in your bed for now."

"Pah! You wish!"

Her instinctive reserve and shyness made the girl open her mouth to retort.

But after saying that, he couldn't help but steal glances at Tsukino Gen.

"Are you really going to sleep here?"

Gen Tsukino paused for a moment, looking at the girl's expression with suspicion.

Why do you seem to be looking forward to it?

"No, no! If you really want to sleep here, then there's nothing I can do but prepare a makeshift bed for you on the floor."

"If I were to prepare a makeshift bed on the floor, wouldn't I prepare one myself? Why would I insist on sleeping on the floor here? Is your room more comfortable or something?"

"Forget it!"

The girl, whose thoughts were almost exposed, quickly turned her head away, but her beautiful, lustrous ears were already bright red.

Gen Tsukino was still teasing him with a smile, saying, "If you let me sleep in the bed, I'll take it."

"Dream on! If you sleep in the bed, where am I supposed to sleep?"

"Why don't you sleep on the floor?"

"Fuck off!"

The breakfast, filled with laughter and chatter, was quickly finished.

Gen Tsukino, carrying his schoolbag, had already changed into his school uniform and was ready to leave.

"Wait."

Suddenly, Kiyono Mizuki called out to the other person.

Tsukino Gen turned his head in surprise. "What, you forgot the good morning kiss?"

"Get lost, good morning kiss!" She blushed and stared at Tsukino Gen. "Have you been using any new skincare products lately? Or are you wearing makeup?"

The boy chuckled and leaned closer, saying, "Feel it yourself."

Kiyono Mizuki reached out and touched the boy's cheek with a strange feeling, then discovered that there was no makeup on it, but the boy's face seemed even more delicate than before. Perhaps boys and girls of this age are at the peak of their collagen production.

But why does he seem more charming than before?

Especially those eyes; up close, they almost give the illusion that you dare not look directly into them. It's as if if you look at them too long, you'll be completely captivated, forgetting even who you are.

"what happened"

"Do you look even more handsome today?"

"Vanity. But it looks much better now."

Kiyono Mizuki said, feigning reluctance, "It's not as simple as just being pleasing to the eye. This level is almost monstrous."

If you didn't see it every day and be able to adapt to such subtle changes, how many girls could resist falling in love at first sight? Even if it doesn't reach that level, at least it's an appearance that maximizes your liking at first impression.

However, the boy's bad personality made up for this.

Thinking about this made me feel a little relieved.

"What about a good morning kiss?"

Gen Tsukino blinked.

Kiyono Mizuki blushed, "Have you no shame?"

"Forget it if I don't give it."

"Hmm~"

Just as Tsukino Gen seemed about to give up, Kiyono Mizuki reached out and grabbed the boy's collar, pressing her soft, fragrant lips against his.

It wasn't an intense, intimate moment, but on this morning, one could feel the girl's intense and undisguised love.

A satisfying farewell.

Heading to school.

The weather was still scorching hot. It seemed that summer was over, but the temperature would remain high for a while. Tsukino Gen was already used to this.

The impact of its own changes is becoming increasingly apparent.

More and more people were openly taking photos. He even encountered three bold young women who asked for his contact information before he even got off the bus; they weren't all students. He even seemed to see a few men making advances.

That's a little disgusting.

Respect, understanding, but not acceptance—that's Tsukino Gen's attitude.

"Good morning, Miura-kun." I happened to see Miura Akihiko at the school gate. It seemed that the boy's demeanor had changed quite a bit over the summer. His hair was shorter, his clothes looked neater, and the acne on his face had decreased significantly.

However, compared to Tsukino Gen's polite greeting, Miura Akihiko's expression seemed less optimistic.

He rushed up in a few quick steps.

"Damn it, what exactly is your relationship with my sister? Why won't she tell me when I ask her! How awful!"

He's still holding a grudge about the time he sent Ayaka Miura home.

But isn't this a very obvious relationship? Why doesn't Ayaka Miura give a proper answer?

It seemed like that woman was plotting something unusual.

However, Tsukino Gen didn't intend to cooperate with the other party's behavior. He simply replied, "Like I said, they're just friends I happened to know."

"Know each other? How did you meet?"

Miura Akihiko was clearly uneasy.

Of course I'm not at ease. Would you feel comfortable if your good buddy looked just like this jerk? It's no exaggeration to say that Miura Akihiko originally wanted to have a daughter in the future, but now he wants to give up even that idea.

It was at a senior's birthday party.

Gen Tsukino briefly recounted how he met Ayaka Miura.

Miura Akihiko became increasingly shocked as he listened, his eyes widening to the point of being like flashlights.

It seemed to be about to emit light.

"Wait, wait... You mean, you and Saionji-senpai are so close that she sent you a private invitation, and you're also Asagiri-sama's chosen date?"

"What's wrong? You don't look well."

"Quick, take me to the hospital, I can't breathe."

It's normal to want your buddy to be doing well, but who can stand seeing their buddy doing so well?

It's Saionji-senpai again, and Asagiri-sama again! Meanwhile, the class's brightest star, Kazama Sakura, is practically inseparable from him. This goes beyond simple envy and jealousy.

He even felt like he was about to pull out the demon's egg.

"I will sacrifice the entire Band of the Hawk!!"

He said through gritted teeth.

Tsukino Gen looked at the other person with amusement, "Is it really necessary? I told you we're just acquaintances. My neighbor happens to be her former classmate, and she had a few drinks and couldn't drive, so I had to give her a ride."

Is this what I meant?

Miura Akihiko said angrily.

"Which one is that?"

"Forget it, stop talking, let me shut up for a bit first."

Of course, Akihiko Miura had long accepted the fact that this boy was special and would naturally receive more attention and be favored by more girls.

But isn't this eating way too well?

Why am I not the one eating so well?!
There was so much information all at once that I was finding it hard to process it all.

Upon entering the classroom, a familiar atmosphere greeted me.

Those who hadn't seen each other all summer, whether familiar or somewhat unfamiliar, have returned to this 'mini-society'.

They chatted enthusiastically about the fun things that happened throughout the summer.

Miura Akihiko was still withdrawn and couldn't concern himself with these matters. However, Suzuki, the boy he had met while playing soccer, turned around.

"Tsukino, what did you do during summer vacation? Why didn't you come to play soccer last time I asked you to?"

Tsukino Gen almost forgot about this little incident. Suzuki did ask him to play soccer during the summer vacation, but he was at the young lady's place at the time and naturally couldn't get away.

He laughed and said, "Something came up, and I couldn't get away."

Suzuki said regretfully, "That's a shame. I had arranged to play soccer with other high school students that day. You didn't see the girls who came to cheer them on. They were so tall and had such long legs, and they even danced to cheer us on."

"Really? Where are the photos?"

"Uh, I was so focused on playing football that I didn't have a chance to take pictures."

"Why aren't you paying attention to anything important?"

Gen Tsukino asserted his righteous indignation.

Suzuki scratched his head. "This."

What kind of photos are you taking?

A sudden sound rang out from the side.

The two turned their heads and saw a face even brighter than the sunshine of the new semester appear beside Tsukino Gen's desk.

She still had that pure and sweet smile, and that tall and slender figure. Wearing her school uniform, Kazama Sakura had arrived at her most comfortable and secluded spot.

The short-sleeved shirt perfectly complements her increasingly outstanding figure, and the pleated skirt only makes her legs look longer and straighter.

Those gray over-the-knee socks made her shapely and smooth calves even more prominent.

She's an extremely attractive young woman in every way, like a perfect heroine straight out of a manga.

Of course, she is now one of her own perfect leading ladies.

Suzuki was well aware of the 'ambiguous' relationship between Tsukino Gen and this girl; anyone with a modicum of sense in the class could see it. He immediately sat up straight.

"It's nothing. I was just saying that we should let Tsukino-kun see how lively it was when we took pictures of us playing soccer last time."

She was still thinking of helping the boy out of that predicament, afraid that she might "betray" him and affect their relationship.

In Suzuki's view, the emotions of teenagers at this age, though seemingly passionate and sincere, are actually very fragile. A small conflict can escalate into a major incident that threatens to kill them.

He didn't want to be the culprit or the trigger.

However, he clearly misjudged the situation between the two.

Kazama Sakura blinked and looked at Tsukino Gen, "Is that so?"

Gen Tsukino blinked, her innocent expression revealing her true feelings. "Suzuki called me to play soccer last time, but I didn't have time. He told me that a few tall, long-legged girls came that day, and he said it was a pity. But he didn't take any pictures himself, so it's a bit of a shame he didn't get to see them."

"Wait, no, that's not what I meant!"

Suzuki's eyes widened as he quickly tried to avoid suspicion.

She looked at the boy with some resentment.

What's going on? I'm trying to get you out of this mess, how can you not understand? Saying things like that is like walking into a trap! Even if you're handsome, you can't be this reckless! Kazama Sakura isn't without pride, is she?
"Absolutely! How could we not take pictures? It's so beautiful!"

"what?"

Suzuki paused, then looked at Kazama Sakura with a puzzled expression.

The other person seems genuinely curious about this.
Wait, are you two putting on a stage play here? What's wrong with you guys?!

His mind hadn't quite processed it yet, and he hadn't thought of how to answer.

Then I heard Kazama Sakura say to Tsukino Gen, "How about I come cheer you on next time you play soccer?"

Gen Tsukino laughed out loud, "The cheerleaders can dance, but you can't. What are you going to do?"

"Can I learn it?"

"Okay, as long as you're happy."

Suzuki didn't want to say anything more.

He silently turned his gaze away.

This world has collapsed; it's too upside down for his worldview.

Before he had even fully turned around, he felt a resentful gaze; it was Miura Akihiko.