Why is the Demon King like this?

The next day, Keisuke Ao woke up early, his previously exhausted body now fully recovered.

He didn't reply to the class representative's message last night. Following the principle of saying less to avoid making mistakes, Aokiji decided to contact this person again when he was ready to return to school.

I can use her to help me integrate into the school smoothly!

After making himself a bowl of instant noodles for breakfast, Keisuke Ao started cleaning his room, first tearing down all the unsightly posters.

Next came the novels, comics, and CDs on the bookshelf. After hesitating for a moment, Keisuke Ao carefully packed them into several cardboard boxes and placed them in the unused guest room cabinet.

Restore the computer screen to default settings.

A cabinet full of figurines was a bit difficult to deal with, so Qing Keijie took out a few and played with them for a while before deciding to leave them for the time being—the original owner's aesthetic sense was mostly fine.

Her clothes were a bit revealing.

The poses are a bit more varied.

The racial range is a bit too wide.

None of these are big problems!

As a demon king, he still possessed this much tolerance.

Around 9 o'clock, the repairman arrived and spent more than an hour reinstalling the air conditioner. While testing his communication skills, Aokiji observed the internal structure of the air conditioner.

He seemed to be deep in thought. First, the two people who came to inspect him had poor interpersonal skills, even worse than his. Second, he sensed subtle magical fluctuations from the two of them!

magic!

Or more accurately, a kind of faint "spirituality".

If we take one's own spirituality as a benchmark and compare it to "5", then the spiritual fluctuations of the two repairmen can be said to be close to "10". Based on the comparison, Keisuke Ao temporarily establishes a new standard of magic.

But why is the spirituality of the human body more intense than the magic floating in the air?

The amount of free magic in the air is much less than 1!

It's important to know that in his world, very few humans are capable of containing magical power.

Moreover, the two workers were actually more spiritual than his body. Why was that?

After seeing the repairmen off, Aokiji pondered for a moment and overturned his plan to stay home for the time being.

He needs to immediately gain a better understanding of the magical properties of this world!

Of course, even though he decided to go out, Keisuke Ao still had to make thorough preparations. He spent more than half an hour rummaging through his drawers and finally changed into a low-key summer outfit, put on a mask, and wore a baseball cap.

set off!

The goal is to investigate popular restaurants in the business district (not really)... to gather information about the varying levels of spirituality among individuals!

The weather was still very hot today. As soon as he stepped out of the building, Keisuke Ao couldn't help but exhale, and his back began to sweat slightly. However, he quickly adapted to the outside temperature and hid under the shade of a tree as he walked out of the community gate.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street during the day, since it wasn't a weekend and Aoki Keisuke should have been in class.

There were bus stops and subway stations right outside the residential area. Following the route he remembered, Aokiji walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus.

Two couples on the platform caught his attention. They looked like students from a nearby university, out for a stroll since they had no classes. Aokiji scanned their spirituality indexes, which were "7, 5, 6, 5" respectively.

The two female college students had the lowest spirituality index, while the one with the highest spiritual energy index was a tall male, about the same height as Keisuke Ao.

Listening to their conversation, these are members of the university's kendo club.

Keisuke Ao blinked and silently noted down the data contributed by these four people.

Soon, the bus to the shopping district arrived, and Aokiji boarded with the four of them, holding the handrail and looking around.

Surprisingly, there were quite a few people heading to the shopping district, including several delinquents dressed in school uniforms with brightly colored hair, which even made Keisuke Ao take a second look.

These people, dressed in uniforms, swaggered around without any fear of being chased back by the police.

While Japanese police may not dare to harass gangs, they often crack down hard on students who skip school.

Keisuke Aoki sat in the last corner of the bus and began to observe silently.

Excluding the two couples who boarded the bus with him, most of the passengers had a spirituality index between 3 and 6, with the lowest being a drowsy old lady. None of the elderly people on the bus had a spirituality index higher than 4.

Young people mostly fall between 4 and 6, with men generally having higher values.

Surprisingly, the bus driver, who was wearing white gloves and was a middle-aged man with thinning hair, had the highest spirituality level on the bus, reaching 7.

"Human racial talents... are truly strange."

Keisuke Ao took out his phone and used a code to record the data in the notepad, preparing to collect enough data for analysis.

The car was filled with several loud, exaggerated laughs. The young man from the university's kendo club frowned, wanting to speak, but was pulled back by his female companion.

"Don't mess with them. That's Kitahara High School's uniform. Rumor has it that they're all trainees for yakuza groups, and even the teachers don't dare to mess with them."

"They're just a few thugs. I can take them all down by myself."

"Alright, alright, Ryosuke, we came out to have fun, not to watch you show off." Another boy also advised, "If you get involved with these people, it'll be hard to get away from. They might cause trouble at school."

Because he was standing quite close, Keisuke Ao overheard their conversation, but he wasn't interested in it; the information he had already gathered was no longer of any value.

Unless he intends to arrest these people for further research... thinking about that is less important than thinking about what to eat later.

The commercial area is only two stops away. As soon as the train arrived at the station, the passengers rushed off, leaving only a few elderly people sitting and chatting.

Keisuke Ao adjusted the brim of his baseball cap and quickly left the crowd. He had just browsed through a bunch of food recommendations on his phone, but the sheer number of choices made it hard to decide. So he decided to take advantage of the time to actually check them out in person.

Behind me came the sound of a delinquent and a college student arguing. It seemed that some girl had been groped on the butt, and coincidentally, it was the girlfriend of a kendo senior.

"what!"

One of the delinquents was punched to the ground. Qing Keijie turned around and looked over to confirm: "Hmm, the fight didn't cause any fluctuations in spirituality... Of course, it could also be because the base number is too low to detect any changes."

Although he can see everyone's spirituality (magic), if you break it down to three decimal places, even the Demon King would be powerless to do so.

As you enter the shopping mall, the cool air from the air conditioner falls from the ceiling and hits your face, instantly refreshing you.

The variety of stores was so unusual that it shocked the Demon King, leaving him momentarily unsure of which way to go.

Everything was new and exciting, and the jewelry at the central counter had a completely different aesthetic style.

Aokiji stepped forward and examined them for a few moments, then looked on with some regret—these gems contained no magic at all; they were just pure stones.

I glanced at the price again; it's an absolute luxury item.

Goodbye.

The mall was crowded, but he didn't rush to collect statistics. Instead, he planned to fill his stomach first. He followed the signs to the fifth floor, from which there were restaurants on the seventh floor.

What kind of paradise is this?

Keisuke Ao took his phone and compared the restaurants one by one. Finally, he chose a restaurant with a rating of 3.5, which was called "Gyu no Aji" and was known as "Wild Steel Flame".

Actually, it's just a teppanyaki restaurant.

The Japanese have a unique kind of childishness and exaggeration, which is quite the opposite of their personality.

Keisuke Ao walked in, and two waiters in black aprons bowed to greet him, speaking very warmly:

Welcome!