While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

At 12 a.m. on December 12, sunlight streamed through the curtains and into Tom's eyelids, waking him up.

Tom removed the grapefruit from his body, got out of bed, got dressed, and washed up.

He rubbed his lower back and tried to straighten his hunched body.

Last night, Tom's godlike "heroic rescue" gave Denise an unparalleled "suspension bridge effect."

After being rescued, the young lady completely ignored the police report, the reporter's interview, and the home insurance registration, and pulled Tom into the car.

While driving, Tom was constantly distracted and affected by Denise, who also played with the gear shift lever in various ways.

If it weren't for Tom's superb driving skills and the bullet time effect, he would have almost been in several car accidents.

The two arrived at another of Denise's properties—a duplex apartment in the heart of Manhattan.

The top three floors of the forty-story building belong to her alone.

As soon as the two entered the room, before the door was even fully closed, Dani sprang into Tom's arms with a somersault—Gala Geimu, start!

During the game's loading screen, Tom was full of confidence. No matter what, it was a one-on-three battle, and the advantage was in his hands!

One special CG versus three special CGs.

There is often an insurmountable gap between reality and ideals.

Tom's tiny waist is really too much to handle.

In less than three days, the tide of battle turned.

If the system hadn't refreshed his status daily and increased his strength to 4.1, Tom really wouldn't know how he would have survived.

Strength points, Tom desperately craves strength points.

System, give me some points!

After the flashback ended, Tom went downstairs to make lunch for Denise.

While cooking, Tom took out a treasured note from his shirt pocket and muttered to himself:

"Zhonghua Lao Sichuan Restaurant".

"Queens, Third Avenue, C22H30N6O4S..."

Tom was startled and quickly rubbed his eyes;

纸条上的C22H30N6O4S号，变回了224号。

I knew it! How could there be a house number? It's the molecular formula of sildenafil.

(Sildenafil: also known as... Feel free to add more in the comments section)

Speaking of sildenafil, Tom recalled an afternoon before he traveled through time.

At that time, Tom was a college student in China, at an ordinary second-tier university, majoring in chemical engineering.

Tom has a classmate who works with sildenafil in the lab.

Tom, who was still very innocent at the time, laughed at his classmate, a twenty-year-old young man, for needing the power of nine dragon heads and not being afraid of his head becoming pointy.

The classmate didn't say anything, he just stared blankly at Tom.

Now, Tom understands his classmate.

There was no worldly desire in my classmate's eyes at that time, only the biological instinct for survival.

As the recollection ended, Tom angrily cursed at the little note:

"Is this the Zhonghua Lao Sichuan Restaurant?"

"Watch me conduct a major investigation today and uncover all the taxes you've evaded!"

Tom prepared lunch and brought it to Diane's bedside, waking her up for work.

Dani, still half-asleep, hugged Tom's waist and said:

"Honey, I don't want to eat first, I want to eat first..."

After Denise had eaten and drunk her fill, she began to eat the loving lunch that Tom had prepared.

Tom didn't even dare to eat, and made up an excuse to run away.

Unable to hold on,

Tom really couldn't take it anymore.

A strength value of 4.1 is far from enough; even an Astartes-level strength value of 41 might not be sufficient.

Tom walked out of the multi-level room and into the private elevator lobby.

In 1941, high-end apartments in Manhattan, New York, already had one elevator per unit.

Each resident has their own elevator and elevator lobby, ensuring a high level of security and privacy.

While waiting for the elevator, Tom opened the system panel to check yesterday's settlement.

The events of December 12, 1941, have been compiled. The following is the diary entry:

[Note: Since the log is settled two hours earlier than the previous day, the content from the last two hours of the previous day will be added to today's settlement.]

【Hehehe~】

[Fertility-ready venerable gentleman, come and join me in celebrating Slaanesh!]

[Applause for Slaanesh]

[Applause for Slaanesh]

[For the sake of Sin...]

I think I hear whispers from the subspace.

Is that you, Slaanesh?

[Applause for Slaanesh]

[Applause for Slaanesh]

[For the sake of Sin...]

Please, spare me, Slaanesh!

[Applause for Slaanesh]

[Applause for Slaanesh]

[For the sake of Sin...]

[This is my draft, you pervert, get out of here, stay away from me!]

[Applause for Slaanesh]

[Applause for Slaanesh]

[For the sake of Sin...]

Lord Spire, I was wrong, you are the real Slaanesh.

[Waaaaah, my innocence!]

[Event Impact: Sanity +0.6, Slaanesh's attention +10]

[Current Slaanesh's attention level: 12]

Current SAN value: -6.2/4.46

[Time to go to work at the Ministry of the Interior; finally, I can escape Slaanesh.]

[Your Majesty, I pray to you]

[The child was young and ignorant before, and was led astray by lustful men; today, he has completely repented.]

[Your Majesty, please save the child!]

[Impact of the event: None]

A steady stream of bottom-nest rats, disguised as Ministry of Internal Affairs rats, are sent to the battlefield to fight against other bottom-nest rats.

All I did was for money.

[What a laughable empire, they haven't even realized it yet.]

Kill! Kill! Kill!

[Let your blood stain terror red]

[Event Impact: Sanity +0.45, Tzeentch's attention +1, Khorne's attention +5, changes in allies]

[Current attention level of Tzeentch: 5]

[Current attention level for Khorne: 7]

[List of family members: 345 armed personnel from the court, 102 of whom have been killed in action]

[Family Bonus: Strength +1.4, Agility +0.8]

Strength: 4.1↑

Agility: 3.9↑

Current SAN value: -5.75/4.46

[How dare a brazen bottom-nest rat try to assassinate me?]

[Let me drive around a bit first, show off my slithering skills.]

[I floored the gas pedal, couldn't catch up, racing, racing, we've reached the armory!]

[Next, it's my turn.]

[Event impact: SAN value +0.05]

Current SAN value: -5.7/4.46

[Diary entry for December 11, 1941: Slaanesh, please, have mercy on me!]

[Negative buffs expected tomorrow (already in effect): Greed, Cold-bloodedness, Slaanesh affinity, Tzeentch affinity, Khorne affinity]

The elevator arrived, and Tom entered and went down to the lobby on the first floor.

Tom's car is wrecked and has been put on the roadside...

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Tom couldn't possibly abandon his beloved car.

No, that's not a car.

That was Tom's comrade-in-arms who had saved Tom's life, and Tom asked everyone to repair it as much as possible.

Regardless of the cost, even if it becomes the "Chariot of Theseus," Tom will continue to drive it.

Who knows if the designer of the next car is someone who prioritizes aesthetics?

Tom got into Denise's Stipunk luxury car and drove towards the eastern constituency.

Tom's destination: the second floor of the Zhonghua Lao Sichuan Restaurant, to find Zhuang...

Pshaw, Tom is just missing Chinese food and wants to go eat Sichuan cuisine!

Sichuan cuisine is fragrant, spicy, numbing, salty, and hot!

It's not going up to the second floor!

Don't slander someone's innocence out of thin air!

Around 12 o'clock, Tom arrived at the Zhonghua Lao Sichuan Restaurant.

After parking the car, Tom walked excitedly towards the restaurant, intending to have a meal first before going upstairs.