Tokyo Wrestler

If Sett were to activate his datafication ability, this small wound would heal completely once his health was fully restored, leaving no scars whatsoever.

But he deliberately didn't activate the data processing function. He went to the boxing ring doctor to get a few stitches, just to avoid being questioned by others and to make himself seem like a normal person without revealing his cheat ability.

I never expected it would actually come in handy.

Aoi Suige leaned forward, looked at the chest muscles with great interest, and said, "Pull it up a little higher, let's see the pectoral muscles."

Sett's expression froze, realizing the other person was teasing him, so he immediately put down the clothes and deliberately put on a serious face, saying, "I'll let you see if you pay me."

"Haha, what a little money-grubber." Aoi Suige rested her chin on her hand, her red lips curving into a playful smile.

She said, "I wasn't seriously injured."

"In that case, I have a way to earn some extra money. Are you interested?"

Chapter 11 Nishimiya Yuuka

A way to earn extra money... Sett glanced at the dark-skinned team leader with the playful look in his eyes, and couldn't help but think:

Could it be some kind of side income?

Are you going to take me to a suburban villa to be your gigolo?

no!!

I, Sett, the mighty Sett, a true man, will stand my ground no matter how much money you offer...

...At most, I can only play steel wool with you.

Sett was internally churning with witty remarks, but outwardly remained as composed as an old dog, asking in a deep voice like a seasoned gangster:

"What method? Murder? Arson? Or assassination of the former prime minister?"

Aoi Soe appeared slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then chuckled and laughed:

"What is all this nonsense? The first two things sound like something a mafia would do, but the last one... why would I assassinate a former prime minister? I don't have any direct conflict of interest with such a big shot."

Anyway, I'm Sett, not the best Graves in the Japanese server... Sett said:

"Besides these... what other ways are there to make quick money... do you want me to sell followers? I won't do that."

"Don't worry, our Qinghe Group doesn't touch this kind of thing. The profit is high, but there's no benefit to it. On the contrary, it makes us easy targets... But you were right about what you said earlier. Hmm, you got the first point right," Qingjing Suizhi replied.

The first point was... Sett thought for a moment and then understood what the headlight-lit, dark-skinned team leader was referring to:

kill!

...

When Sett emerged from the back door of the underground boxing ring, he found himself once again on the deserted streets of Kitamachi 7-chome, which looked exactly the same as the night before.

He didn't immediately run towards home.

Before that, he needed to do something else.

Seti crossed the road first and turned into the slightly dilapidated, dark alley on the other side.

He turned on his phone's flashlight, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then took out a pair of sharp scissors he had taken from the underground boxing ring from his backpack and held them in his right palm.

At the same time, the abdomen was opened, revealing the stab wound inflicted by Du Laisi, and the surgical sutures on it.

Cut it into pieces one by one.

As Sett pulled out the broken surgical sutures, bright red blood began to gush from the small blood holes, and a stinging pain surged through him like waves.

Sett frowned slightly and simultaneously activated the data processing.

Health points below the field of vision have returned.

【577/600 (2.6/s)】

Sett waited quietly for a few seconds until his health was fully restored, and the wound on his abdomen inflicted by Duras had also healed!

The smooth skin showed no signs of injury whatsoever.

This is the power of data!

No matter how severe Sett's injuries are, as long as he activates Datafication, any injury Sett suffers will heal once his health is fully restored.

Correspondingly, as long as Sett doesn't activate his datafication, he can transform into an ordinary person with the speed of wound healing, thus minimizing the exposure of his abilities.

Injuries in the boxing ring disappear when you get home.

This kind of effortless and effortless control is probably something only Sett can achieve!

With his backpack slung over his shoulder, Sett left the alley and jogged slowly toward home.

As he ran, Sett's mind raced through his conversation with the dark-skinned leader, including information about the person the leader had "killed":

Aoi Suige said that in Nakamura-cho 3-chome, Nakano Ward, there is a casino controlled by the Sangokumi, which also owns an underground boxing ring. It is not very large, but it always wants to compete with the Aokokumi's boxing ring in Nerima Ward.

After all, Tokyo is such a tiny place.

Although the population is large, the total number of underground boxing spectators is limited, and each underground boxing ring is its own competitor.

The competition between underground boxing rings is essentially a competition between the underground boxing champions who can attract the most spectators.

The Qinghe Group has a boxing champion who has been highly promoted for many years, nicknamed "White Wolf". A few days ago, he was poached by the Sanhe Group boxing arena, causing Qingjing Suizhi to suffer losses and lose face.

Therefore, the extra income mentioned by Aoi Soe:

The plan was to have Sett go to the mid-jungle area, where he would be White Wolf's first opponent in the underground boxing match four days later, on Friday, and defeat White Wolf.

While promoting "Wristhao", it can also help Qinghe Group save face.

Because it's located in the opponent's boxing ring, there will definitely be no betting pool revenue, but aside from the fixed appearance fee of 500 million in the contract, Aoi Soe will also subsidize Sett with an additional 200 million.

That is, a total of 700 million yen as compensation.

Upon hearing about the large sum of money, Sett agreed without hesitation.

Anyway, there aren't any more boxing matches at the Nerima Ward underground boxing ring; we'll have to wait for the manager's announcements and arrangements.

Going to Nakano to play a match is no big deal, especially with seven million yen to spare!

This is my mother Nishimiya Akemi's entire year's salary.

Only by continuously making money through underground boxing matches can one live a monotonous life of daily hard work.

...

Twenty minutes later.

Seti ran through the North Alley of the South Tibetan Academy, and under the watchful eye of the old man's streetlight, he reached his doorstep.

Because today was his first boxing match, he didn't get home too late, so the scene was completely different from when he returned late last night. His house was no longer deserted; instead, neighbors would occasionally pass by and greet Sett with a smile.

The detached house where Sett lived was no longer dark; the second-floor windows were illuminated by the warm yellow light of the living room.

"Mom's already home from get off work..." Sett thought, as he unlocked the door and entered the entryway.

As soon as Sett entered the foyer, he noticed something else that was different.

Two pairs of shoes were placed in front of the wooden chair nailed to the wall in the entryway.

One pair was a pair of neatly arranged pure white women's sneakers, slightly petite and delicate—which, in contrast, were the shoes of the outwardly bright and elegant Nishimiya Akemi.

The other pair.

She wore a pair of black patent leather high heels, with such long, thin heels that Sett felt they could be used as weapons.

The high heels were carelessly tossed on the floor, one on the entryway steps and the other kicked right to the door. This symbolized that while the owner appeared to dress and appear mature, they were actually quite carefree at heart.

Based on this contrasting behavior... Sett could probably guess who had returned.

He changed into his indoor shoes, went straight upstairs to the living room.

They hadn't even entered the living room yet.

Sett then heard a sweet, coquettish voice that could melt a person's heart:

"Dear Mom~ No matter what I eat, I still like your cooking the most!! Waaah, I could die happy if I could eat a meal cooked by Mom!"

Akemi Nishimiya's voice, matured and sensual with the passage of time, echoed:

"If the food is delicious, eat more! Why die?"

Clearly... while time has left its mark on my naturally naive mother, it hasn't made much of a difference.

The other woman's voice was also silenced by Nishimiya Akemi's reply.

Upon hearing their conversation, Sett shook his head and chuckled as he walked up the last few steps of the stairs and entered the simply decorated living room.

The slightly old-fashioned television was showing an evening variety show.

Judging from the style, it seems to be an interview with a small idol group.

Across from the television, the radiant and elegant Nishimiya Akemi sat on the sofa, watching intently. Today, she wore light makeup, with bare eyebrows and red lips, exuding the air of a well-educated and refined lady, showing no signs of being a mother of two.

And on the side, in the position of the imperial concubine.

Then there was a woman in office attire, casually reclining.

Her eyes were bright and sparkling, and a beauty mark under her left eye made her lovely peach blossom eyes even more charming and alluring. Her oval face was round and playful, her lips were full, and her nose was delicate. She was exquisite and sexy, with a mixed-race charm.

Her arms were wrapped around the sofa cushions in front of her chest, but they still couldn't hide her ridiculously tall and firm breasts, and the charm she exuded made it hard to look away.