Tokyo Wrestler

"If I were a superhuman, would my extreme emotion be lust...? Hmm... kind of like it. I feel like I'm becoming more and more like a pervert lately..." Sett thought to himself.

That's obviously a joke.

Because he knew it very well.

I am not a superhuman.

Superhumans cannot use magical artifacts and do not possess spiritual power... but he can use magical artifacts. When he uses the "Subduing Power" technique, the golden light that causes percentage-based damage around his fists is his spiritual power.

His LSP is just a man's nature, and it's still different from a madman like a superhuman.

"Then I don't know what kind of superhuman I am... I have spiritual power, I can learn the Buddhist Golden Body technique, and like other ability users, I can level up without any bottlenecks... and I don't have to worry about extreme emotions..." Sett thought.

In addition, there's the data-driven representation that after a wound heals, any remaining blood and tissue outside the wound will turn to ashes.

The more Sett learned, the more he felt he might not be human.

He's practically the same as the legendary... the beloved son of a god...

He also realized that he absolutely could not easily expose his superpowers, otherwise he didn't know how many envious cultivators or superhumans would be attracted.

But Seti's extended thinking.

Were those who assassinated him, some of the superpowered individuals from the Monster Association, aware of his special abilities and wonders, the ones who attempted to assassinate him?

After all... when the weak-kneed skeleton stabbed Sett in the head, he said something like this:

[Hahaha, I did it! Hahahaha, I killed the target! I'm finally free from being a monster! I can finally go back to being a normal person... Hahaha...]

Sett now knows that the monster he spoke of back then was actually a strange beast.

According to the Witch of a Thousand Faces, the process of a superhuman turning into a monster is absolutely irreversible... but killing Sett will reverse it, turning them back into a normal person?

"I'm not some Tang Monk's flesh..." Sett couldn't help but retort.

When the tram stopped, Sett got off and entered the Ouran High School track and field.

After searching for a while, they spotted the figure of a warship man who looked like a wise and experienced elder brother.

Under the other person's "Don't come any closer" expression.

Seti dragged him along and started practicing sprinting like crazy.

The assassination attempts by some of the Monster Association's superhumans, and the possible covert plots against him, have made Sett even more eager to level up and learn more of Sett's skills.

then……

Pick them up and they're all gone! Let's take off!

...

noon.

The grove of trees and the stone benches were Sett's regular daily meal spot.

As his level increased and his physique strengthened, Sett's appetite became even more outrageous. Now, he can eat the equivalent of four or five adult men's portions in one lunch.

However, the improvement in physical health from eating so much is also obvious.

This morning, Seti's 10-meter sprint time has consistently broken the 20-second barrier, a time that would secure a championship in Japanese high school track and field competitions.

And he had only been practicing sprinting for 3 days!

His sparring partner, "Naval Warriors' Niu Shan Hai," is also constantly (forced) to push his limits under Sett's relentless encouragement, and is expected to participate in the competition in March and win the championship.

"I don't need to worry too much about the sprint. In another week at most, I'll be able to get those 400 experience points," Settse thought, a fried chicken leg in his mouth and a swig of soda in his mouth.

If we're talking about the three main types of gym workouts...

A lot has happened these past few days, and Sett hasn't had time to go to the gym to sign up for a membership.

He planned to go back and check again in a couple of days, because these three tasks were the least urgent. Basically, he just needed to learn how to exert force, and with his current physique, Sett was confident he could complete them within a week.

As for the four remaining superhumans in the first mission.

Besides trying to extract information from the Ito squad and the ever-changing witch.

Sett also plans to search the Nerima district again based on urban legends.

For example, the simp Okita Ei, and the urban legend he found online about "a three or four-meter-tall older sister eating a little boy," could very well be a superhuman.

At this time.

His phone received a text message.

Sett opened it and found it was from the butler:

"Wrist, I can arrange a boxing match for you this Saturday. It's in our Green Harvest Group. Your opponent is a veteran who has fought six matches. But with your strength, I don't think it will be too difficult to deal with. I'll send you his profile later, and you can decide whether to fight or not."

Another boxing match? Sett glanced at the personal file that the butler sent him afterward.

€€€€ is an underground boxer in a small club in Tokyo.

Sett glanced at the file and readily agreed, "Okay, I'll come to the Green Harvest Group to find you on Saturday."

With Sergeant's advancement, now, unless he encounters a superhuman like the young monk in the octagon, any opponent is merely a formality for Sergeant.

"Sprinting, the three major events at the gym, searching for superhumans, the Old Tune Squad, underground boxing, assassins from the Monster Association..." Sett sighed, marveling at how busy and fulfilling his life would be from now on.

Even the act of cooking rice became much more efficient.

Sudden.

A figure sat down next to Sett.

Smelling the rich aroma mingled with the fried chicken and burger... Sett gradually turned her head, and the first thing she saw was her cascading hair, her delicate and lovely nose, her porcelain-white face, and her thin red lips slightly pursed.

She wore the JK uniform of Ouran High School, and her slender figure, like a willow in early spring, exuded youthful beauty at all times.

Sett glanced down instinctively.

Before, he either kept his distance or couldn't see her clearly at night... Now Sett realized... this woman was fiercer than he had imagined.

Starting with a C-level powerhouse…

The one sitting next to him now is naturally the ice queen of Ouran High School, Ito Yumuri.

Ito Yumuri pressed the exquisite bento box against her tightly closed thighs, lifted the lid, and the first layer didn't contain food, but... four stacks of ten thousand yen bills!

She took it out and handed it to Sett, her aloof demeanor unchanged, and said, "Your reward."

400 million yen? Oh, I remember now, it's the commission I got after killing that superhuman last night... Sett didn't refuse and immediately accepted it, stuffing it into his left and right pockets, making them bulge.

Ito Yumuri continued:

"After hearing that you have taught yourself Buddhist alchemy and figured out the basics of Bushido, Yasha-hime would like to meet you."

Princess Yasha? That genius Shinto priestess who reached the peak of level 6 in a year, the de facto leader of the Nerima district branch of the Heavenly Pillar... Why would someone like her want to see me? Sett wondered.

Chapter 38 Yasha-hime's Proposal (4300 words)

"Why does Princess Yasha want to see me?"

Sett threw the chicken bones into a plastic bag, then grabbed a bucket of fried chicken and continued eating.

"I don't know." Ito shook her head gently, her delicate and aloof face rarely showing any change in expression. Then she lifted the second layer of the exquisite bento box again, revealing the carefully plated dishes inside.

Sett, who was eating a fried chicken leg, peeked at the camera.

On the left is a sashimi platter laid on a layer of transparent ice. At a glance, it includes more affordable tuna and sea bream, as well as sweet shrimp, scallops, and expensive marbled beef.

The plates are arranged according to different colors and sizes, making them quite exquisite.

On the side is dark green wasabi powder used to enhance the flavor, but it doesn't have the pungent spiciness of wasabi.

Next to it were neatly arranged rice balls of the same size, each topped with three black sesame seeds for decoration, with the sesame seeds facing inwards in perfect unison.

Then, based on the size of the rice ball, Sett looked up and compared it to Ito Yumuri's cherry-like lips.

I can roughly guess that these were specially made according to the size standard of one bite at a time.

Rich woman... Sett glanced back at the large, filling, high-calorie fried chicken in his arms, and suddenly it didn't taste so good anymore!

Ito Yumuri didn't start immediately. She lowered her head, her eyes fixed on Sett's fists, and asked:

"Do you have any plans to join Tianzhu?"

"Not for now. I'm used to being free and independent, and I don't like joining any organization and being constrained," Sett replied truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Ito Yumuri showed no surprise... or rather, for someone as emotionless as her, very few things could evoke any emotional response.

Ito Yumuri said, "Yes, that's what Princess Yasha said too."

"How so?" Seti asked in return.

Judging from this, this Yasha-hime, whom he has never even met, actually guessed his thoughts?

Ito Yumuri paused for a moment to recall before answering:

"Yasha-hime said that with your outstanding talent in self-taught incense and the way of the samurai, coupled with your vigorous age, you would never accept the control and rule of any organization."

"Ha, she knows me quite well." Sett chuckled.

Ito Yumuri continued:

"So she petitioned her superiors overnight and made an exception to approve a new proposal for you."