Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 116, Section 114: Points Calculation

The head of the Utsu family found that no matter what he did, he could not break free of the tight band around his neck. He could only make cracking sounds as he struggled to pull at his son's clothes.

"Hey, Dad, stop pretending."

Yuya didn't care. Seeing that he was still acting, he sighed, sat down and continued playing on his phone, pushing away the head of the Utsu family who was fidgeting with him.

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The patriarch collapsed to the ground in despair, his vision gradually blurring and bloodshot. All he could hear was the cracking sound of his throat bones breaking, and bubbles coming out of his wide-open mouth.

Finally, his head tilted to one side.

"Seriously, Dad? You're not just making things worse, you're making things even more complicated! Now I have to deal with two corpses! Where are we going to get so many pressure cookers?!"

Yuya's face showed confusion, which quickly turned into distress after confirming that his father was really dead.

Then, scratching his head, he got up and went to the kitchen to see what cooking utensils he had, preparing to solve the problem in his own way.

"Strange, isn't it here?"

While rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, Yuya seemed to hear the sound of metal knives behind him. He put down the clay pot in his hand and turned around to look.

His eyes felt a stinging sensation. He saw that the kitchen knife, fruit knife, and his collection of samurai swords were all unsheathed, reflecting a chilling white light, floating in the air, their tips pointing directly at him.

Yuya's mouth gaped open in shock at the scene. Before he could react, a dense barrage of blades pierced through the air, including his father's katana, which pierced right through his jaws and pinned his head to the wall.

Then the other knives arrived, and the sound of metal piercing flesh continued.

Yuya's body convulsed, and he quickly stopped breathing.

Seconds later, blood began to flow wildly down the wall and along the knife wound, forming a pool of blood beneath him.

Black mist slowly formed in the living room. Iwasaki, dressed in a black robe, coldly swept his gaze over the two corpses.

He reached out, and knives were pulled out of thin air, scattering on the ground with traces of blood.

Perhaps it was because the game honed his spirit that he was able to do these bloody things without batting an eye, even though he had never killed a chicken in real life.

Even so, the fact that they truly deserved to die was one of the reasons.

In Iwasaki's perspective of spiritual perception, both father and son were surrounded by black aura, especially the son, who resembled a walking black flame.

Iwasaki showed no emotion whatsoever after killing them.

So, next
With a bit of skill, they finished drawing the sacrificial pattern, which was still the same floor-shaped umbrella mouth with a holy eye at the top, the pupil of which was inlaid with the freshly dug-out eyeballs of the two of them.

He silently recited a prayer, and two tufts of black souls were swallowed by the giant mouth. Then, his eyes turned to Iwasaki, and a power was injected into him.

"It seems that this person's evil deeds go far beyond just killing a few people."

Iwasaki could feel that the increased power was greater than when he dealt with the Arakawa Ryuzaku group.

But that's the sins accumulated by more than ten people.

There were only two people, and most of their attention was focused on that person.

Was it due to malicious intent?

Iwasaki had a guess.

Organizations that kill people are often driven by pure money. If they could make a better living without killing, they would immediately quit.

But for this young man... murder, torture, and evil deeds were more like the daily entertainment of an ordinary person watching videos and reading novels, carried with the purest malice, as a way to pass the time when he was bored.

"So, if you want to be granted knowledge, do you need to target those psychopaths who take pleasure in killing?"

He could sense that the quality of the soul that had just been sacrificed was almost high enough to acquire knowledge.

Unfortunately, such a devil among men is a rare find. "How many members of the Utsu family are left?"

Iwasaki didn't linger; he turned and transformed into a cloud of black mist, leaving the house.

Like a diligent bee, he circled the night sky of Shinjuku, taking away the three main families of the Utsu family in one fell swoop.

There were also innocent people among them, but he still killed them all.

He could feel that from that moment on, his soul had also turned gray.

Iwasaki wasn't scared; instead, he felt that it opened up new avenues of thought.

If his soul is tainted with the most extreme evil, and then he sacrifices half of his soul, what kind of reward will he receive?
Is this considered exploiting a bug?
However, he quickly put aside the idea, as the cost was too high, and he didn't really want to harm innocent people unless absolutely necessary.

Implicating others or killing to avoid revealing his identity is the best he can do right now.

In the early hours of the morning, under the shadow of an air conditioning unit on the roof of an apartment building in Shinjuku, Iwasaki finished his meditation and replenished the mana he had previously used up.

Beside him was a black briefcase filled with banknotes, gold bars, and jewelry.

Japan's financial regulations are quite strict, so it would take some arrangements to get the money into Goto's hands properly; it's impossible to leave it all to Goto to handle himself.

I glanced at the player lobby; it showed 2.

He wasn't sure if the player named "Zhi" had participated in stopping Zhu Hai. If he had survived that situation, he must have been quite capable, or possessed some kind of life-saving ability similar to Zhi's.

Keeping this in mind, Iwasaki Kosuke moved away from the rooftop and found a safer place before entering the game lobby.

[Subway points settlement complete. You have earned 50 points.]

[The points redemption function is now available. Please use the player notes on the player lobby desktop to redeem your points.]

Inside the lobby, Iwasaki, who had just entered, received a new message.

"Is it because the points settlement isn't a very important thing that there's no real-world reminder?"

"Or will more notifications be placed in the player lobby in the future?"

Anyway, it seems I'll have to log in every day like I do in mobile games to see if there's any new information.

Neither Uesugi nor Nobi greeted him; they were engrossed in reviewing the player notes, looking at the categories available for exchange.

"There are discounts, even subsidies! Did I install the wrong app?!"

Uesugi murmured to himself.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find the interface for inviting new users to bring home free items.

Then I glanced at my points balance.

20.

Just enough to cover the only subsidy I received, enough to buy a small longevity pill.

Not a penny left—this price must have been set according to my remaining balance!
She worked so hard, being dissected multiple times like a toy inside, and only got this pitiful 20 points!

Although the thought of the cat ear switch and the health pills made her feel less upset, she was still envious and jealous of the other two, who undoubtedly had better rewards and more points.

But who can she blame? She can only blame herself for using the wrong speedrun method to play the puzzle game from the very beginning.

She sighed softly, faced reality again, and mentally slapped herself twice.

Next time, she won't be careless.

It is our duty to restore the glory of Vtuber!
(End of this chapter)