Why is the Demon King like this?

This is a teppanyaki restaurant that falls between mass market and high-end. You can order the set meals recommended by the manager, or you can order your favorite meats on a tablet.

The menu only featured different cuts of beef, with each cut clearly categorized, its characteristics and price listed, accompanied by photoshopped images, immediately whetting Keisuke's appetite.

"Please bring one of the set meals first."

"Please wait a moment!"

The waiter brought over hot tea and a glass of lemonade, and then skillfully began to introduce the main dishes in the set meal to Aokiji.

After a while, the first dish was served: a refreshing salad.

Keisuke Ao used his fork to eat the beef in a few bites, and while waiting for the beef to arrive, he began to observe the customers in the restaurant.

This teppanyaki restaurant isn't cheap, but it's always packed; the small, half-open private rooms are almost full.

The air was filled with the aroma of beef.

Keisuke Ao gestured to the waiter that there was no need for further introductions, took out his phone and began recording data. Including the waiter, he had not yet found anyone whose spirituality index exceeded "7".

Not to mention humans with the "talent to use magic," given the sparse magical energy in this world, Aoki Keisuke estimates that it is at least ten times higher than the current peak level.

In other words, a spirituality index of over 100 is generally required to meet the conditions for releasing magic.

"Hello, this is the second dish in your set meal, grilled beef rib skewers."

On a pretty long plate, there are three skewers of grilled food, with cut bamboo leaves underneath.

The skewers are small, with little meat—just two tiny pieces per skewer. The meat pieces are grilled until golden brown, and the fat oozes out from the fibers.

Along with the beef, three dipping sauces were also served. The waiter explained, "Beef short ribs are cut from the middle of the beef ribs. Only 2 to 3 kilograms can be cut from a cow. They are rich in fat, have obvious muscle fibers, and have a great taste and chewiness."

These three dipping sauces are a blend of cola sauce, plum sauce, and our restaurant's unique secret sauce.

Traditional high-end beef teppanyaki emphasizes premium ingredients and requires that the ingredients not be marinated in advance. However, more and more chefs are now choosing to process the ingredients in advance in order to achieve a more unique flavor and texture.

Keisuke Ao didn't understand or care about these things. He casually took a picture with his phone and then focused on enjoying his food.

The juices flowed from the beef ribs, filling his mouth, and a rich aroma exploded. For the first time, the demon lord from another world experienced the charm of beef.

What a beast!

Should I consider starting my own farm in the future?

Beef short ribs, tendon, large intestine wrapped in semi-melted butter, and square sirloin steaks were served one after another. Aoki Keisuke ate heartily, and the three sauces, which were sweet, sour, and salty, complemented the flavors of the food perfectly.

Finally, there's a thickly sliced ​​beef tongue, grilled until slightly golden brown on both sides.

The golden parts of a cow's body.

Keisuke Ao closed his eyes slightly, utterly impressed by humanity's achievements in the field of food.

Finally, he ordered three extra portions of beef tongue as a sign of respect for the chef.

While waiting for the remaining three servings of beef tongue, he wrote down the information of everyone in the shop.

He spent a total of 8300 yen on this meal.

He spent the rest of the afternoon in the mall, ordering a cappuccino in a coffee shop on the first floor. The latte art was a five-petaled plum blossom.

Through the shop window, he collected sufficient data, and then, using rudimentary statistics, roughly derived a general pattern:

The spirituality index is generally higher for men than for women, and higher for young people than for the elderly and infirm.

This pattern can be further refined to the point that people with stronger bodies generally have higher spiritual indices!

If this is the pattern, then it's not incomprehensible that Aokiji's weak body has a spirituality index of only 5.

However, this also shows that everyone's spirituality is not an innate talent, but rather something that can change.

Different stages of life present different states, but if this is the pattern, then it is even more interesting—how can magic and spirituality be intertwined with human vitality?

Either there is some kind of medium that influences the two, or magic itself is born from human beings!

Today's observation was well worth the money!

Treat yourself to a delicious dinner.

In the evening, the mall was filled with students in school uniforms, including many from Kūkai Private High School. Just to be on the safe side, Ao Keisuke decided to go home first.

Collecting information on a large scale is no longer meaningful. Next, he plans to start exercising his body. On the one hand, he can no longer stand the weakness of his body, and on the other hand, it will be a good opportunity to test whether the pattern is accurate.

However, there is still no clue how to achieve a spiritual index close to 100. So far, the highest score that Keisuke Ao has ever met is no more than 10.

Could it be that repairing air conditioners helps cultivate spirituality?

Or perhaps it's related to contact with technology products? Aoki glanced at the phone in his hand and subconsciously dismissed the idea.

Wait a minute... Using a mobile phone is a different concept from manufacturing and repairing one. Perhaps we shouldn't make hasty judgments. Often, "knowledge" itself represents mystery.

As Keisuke Ao put on his mask and left, the girls who had originally intended to approach him immediately deflated, sullenly picking up their coffee cups and taking a sip.

Leaving the bustling city center, the sun is about to set in the distance, and the afterglow paints the glass of the western buildings red, but the feeling is no longer fiery, but rather warm.

In the gray-blue sky, a few sparse clouds remained motionless, and occasionally a few seabirds flew by.

Instead of taking the overcrowded bus, Keisuke Ao walked home to digest his food.

We had tonkotsu ramen for dinner, but Keisuke Ao didn't really like the broth, so we decided to try other flavors next time.

As for the scenery along the way, there wasn't much to praise.

The bustling streets of Tokyo, with their constant flow of traffic and people following the traffic lights, are a sight that quickly becomes tiresome.

But at the next intersection, a foreign student had placed a speaker at his feet and was playing and singing songs from his hometown on his guitar, his voice carrying a hint of melancholy.

Despite the language barrier, Aokiji suddenly realized that this must be a song about homesickness.

He listened to half a song with the off-duty office workers, then turned and left. The office workers, dressed in suits, put their arms around each other, planning to go for a few drinks and discussing which restaurant had the best snacks to go with their drinks.

Aokiji paused for a moment, then stepped into a convenience store around the corner, suddenly deciding to try the taste of this world's sake.

The variety of goods in the convenience store once again amazed him, and made him realize once again the terrifying creativity of the human race.

He swept through everything that interested him, intending to study it carefully when he got back, and even filled a bag with all kinds of wine.

The cashier stared at him in shock, having never seen such a crazy customer before.

What should we say now?

Qing Guijie hesitated for half a second, then spoke from beneath his mask, "Check, please."

"Ah...ah!"

Aoki watched as the young cashier frantically tallied the prices of the goods, the beeping sounds never ceasing, and soon the counter was overflowing.

But sooner, the pressure returned to him. The cashier, holding a bottle of liquor, cautiously asked, "Excuse me, sir, do you have any identification to prove your age?"

Keisuke Ao was startled. Although he was tall, he was still only a 17-year-old high school student!

The only proof of my age in my wallet is a student ID.

Teeth white.

The Demon King, who had just transmigrated, was momentarily blinded by the extravagance of Tokyo and lost his vigilance.