The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

"Seeing patients earns you +5 points on the doctor ranking list, currently ranked 2nd," said the dark creature behind Saiki Kusuke.

I see, it really is a convenient thing.

"It's hard to define what constitutes an excellent person, which is why there are so many different standards and ranking lists. Each one calculates its own score, and then the scores are summed up in the end. Whenever it encounters a bonus item, this creature starts to write and draw. It can also respond with relevant information as long as you make eye contact with it. It's quite intelligent."

Don't even mention biological intelligence. So what necessary connection does this have with all the things placed around me?

"Haven't figured it out yet? Kusuo is really slow-witted without superpowers. Is there really nothing wrong with his intelligence? He should at least have inherited half of mine..."

You are my brother, not my father; we have no genetic relationship.

"Visiting classmates and injured patients—such simple ways to show your excellence that can be solved with money and bring in a lot of points have been discovered. So everyone has given you a lot of things." Saiki Kusuke put away his stethoscope, picked up a knife, and casually grabbed an apple to wash it.

It suddenly felt pathetic to realize that everything around me existed solely to earn points.

A small plate is placed in front of me, containing two peeled apple bunnies.

Would an average person be moved?

Kusuo Saiki looked at the other trash can and saw the rest of the items besides the rabbit.

Don't waste food, you idiot.

"Hmm? Anyway, there are so many apples. Once they become rabbits in my hands, their mission can end." Kusuke Saiki didn't think he had done anything wrong.

"Oh, are you worried about the trash not being sorted? Don't worry, there's no need to sort trash here."

Who's worried about this kind of thing?

"The environment on this dark continent is amazing. There are creatures that aren't afraid of getting dirty or infected by bacteria, and they even directly decompose dark creatures to clean up the garbage. They might even thank me for the extra delicious food I throw away. Environmental protection and conservation depend on the location. Here, no matter how much you throw away, it will only turn into nutrients that make the land more fertile."

What kind of twisted logic is this? Making thrift a habit is like cultivating a ripe apple that takes years for an ordinary person to grow.

"Really? Ordinary people really have it tough. If it were me, I would use machines to replace all manual labor. I would just have the machines run on a fixed track every day, check the condition of each tree, adjust the spraying of pesticides, use a vibrating machine to make the fruit fall from the tree during harvesting, and use a mechanically controlled net to catch it. I would also make a machine to sort the apples and leaves by color, and sort the apples by grade so that they could be sold at different prices later. Finally, if the locals still want a job to support their families, they can apply for a job licking the dust off the machines. I wonder if it would be easier than before?"

It's heavier and less dignified now.

"Sigh, do we still need dignity after we've all started working? Humans are such a hassle."

Hey. Too many people have been hurt.

"Okay, okay, I won't waste the next apple."

Kusuo Saiki picked up the rabbit apple. No matter how exquisite the food is, it can never escape the fate of being eaten in one bite.

As Saiki Kusuke effortlessly peeled the apple without breaking the skin, he continued his casual conversation: "Kusuo, your temperature today is 45 degrees Celsius. Although it's still a little below the normal human body temperature, I think you can leave the infirmary. Staying here isn't very good either. It's troublesome for me to come over, and it seems like someone else needs to join the team."

Let real doctors take the job, and Cambridge graduate students go and be their own teachers.

"He looks like a 1.9-meter-tall uncle. He'd better not do anything strange to us Nanxiong."

Killua and the others will definitely find out the truth. We need to be discharged now, but how do we complete the discharge procedures?

"Haha, a wise decision. I've already written your health report and approved your leave slip for a maximum of three days. It's okay if you don't go to class for these three days. Where does Nanxiong want to go next?"

How much foresight did he put all this into practice? Kusuo Saiki got off the bed and straightened his clothes.

If you were to ask what happens to ordinary people who haven't regained their superpowers yet, the answer would be...

"How about we move in with your brother? The Dark Continent isn't as safe as it used to be. I don't care if all the monkeys die, but I'm worried about my brother's safety."

Show some concern for the monkeys; we live under the same roof.

Kusuo Saiki picked out some food by the bedside and decided to take it with him. Fortunately, most people gave him flowers. Many of the gift-givers were strangers whose names he had never heard of. How could just anyone enter my hospital room? If they were ninjas, wouldn't I be in danger while I was sleeping?

Chapter 182 Preparation

"So, are you going to move in or not? Huh? You're actually hesitating? Do you want to live in the same apartment as the Phantom Troupe?"

I almost forgot if you hadn't reminded me. Feitan only didn't go back one night; it doesn't mean he won't go back afterwards. Wait, how did you know I was in the same apartment as the Phantom Troupe? You didn't pull any strings behind the scenes, did you?

"Huh? You look like you're blaming my bad luck. What's on your mind, Kusuo? If you want to humanely destroy the Phantom Troupe, I can help you, you know."

Without thinking, it was decided. Where do you live?

"In the detached villas on the island, which are close to the river view, you can have an indoor swimming pool, an indoor boating boat, or even hold an indoor concert. You can also ride an indoor motorcycle to relive your childhood."

Just how big is this indoor space?

"In short, it's best to stay indoors. There are rooms of various sizes available, so just pick one you like. If you feel safe during class, you can go out shopping. However, it's best not to wander around during breaks, as you might easily run into strange Nen users..."

Saiki Kusuke wasn't originally such a talkative person.

Kusuo Saiki stood there, holding apples, bananas, and other food, listening to Kusuke's words of advice.

"Hmm, why have you suddenly become such a well-behaved baby?" Kusuke Saiki noticed something was off.

Kusuo Saiki shook his head. "No, it's just that even psychics don't know everything, and they really need to hear from someone to get information."

Kusuo Saiki said a lot, but it was very useful. Kusuo Saiki is no longer the kind of person who can see through the entire layout of an environment at a glance.

"He's quite adorable, being obedient." Kusuke helped Kusuo take some of what he was holding, but he didn't spoil him completely, only taking two-thirds of it.

Since the decision has already been made not to take it all, why not take half? Kusuo Saiki pondered.

Kusuke Saiki: The older brother should be able to take more than the younger brother.

But he didn't say it.

In the days that followed, Kusuo Saiki entered a period of rest and recuperation.

Huge villas, riverside views, and complete infrastructure on the other side of the island, from small things like roads and traffic lights to large things like shops, exchanges, and hotels.

This island within the school feels like an island that can be detached and exist independently.

Class time is when Kusuo Saiki can go out and wander around, because during class time, students must be in the classroom, and each classroom's homeroom teacher is a supervisor. If a student skips class without permission, the teacher can contact the security guards to bring the student back.

That's really strict. After understanding all of this, Kusuo Saiki dared to wander around during the day. When he occasionally encountered people, he could basically assume that they were people who were actually dark creatures.

In the park, Kusuo Saiki is queuing to buy ice cream dorayaki from a mobile ice cream cart.

You heard right, ice cream dorayaki. The combination of hot and cold sounds like something amazing, and he was very curious.

Today is Thursday, not yet mid-August, and the weather is still very hot. People are sitting in the shade of trees, having some completely random news discussions among NPCs.

"Have you heard? Someone's already bought a house at the sales office of that newly built, highly completed residential complex!"

"Wow, that's amazing. It's almost finished in just one night. It truly lives up to the construction speed of our Dark Continent. They always manage to complete so many buildings overnight."

"But to be honest, I don't really need a house that much... and the houses are only on sale now, I heard it will take some time before we can move in."

"Hehehe, you guys don't understand, do you? The newly appeared houses are personalized houses; each room will have very unique changes, based on the interior decoration of nearly 8000 dwellings in the human world..."

This is incredibly boring content. Kusuo Saiki is only one person ahead of him in line for ice cream dorayaki. Please bear with it a little longer.

"Who told you this information? I've never heard of it before..."

"It was the sales manager, Xia Ke, who told me this. He also told me that if I had a lot of money, I could consider buying a few more houses. The future appreciation potential of those buildings is something you lower beings can't even imagine."

Was it a coincidence that this person just said a name?

"Who are you calling a lower life form? You're a lower life form too, aren't you!"

"I'm a successful, elite man who has achieved white-collar status, unlike you guys who have to mend and patch clothes!"

Even with staff being assigned based on need, occupational discrimination still occurred.

"Hmph! I'm not talking to you guys anymore, I'm going to sign my contract!"

"What did you say? A contract! The kind of contract that's a human agreement, sacred, with a sense of mission and legal effect, the kind that requires fingerprints? But we don't have fingerprints!"

It's just a contract, right? Oh, you don't have fingerprints!

"You can actually sign that kind of thing? What do you use to sign it?"

"Can you sign a contract as long as you buy a house?!"

What exactly are these dark creatures excited about?

"If the manager says it's possible to sign, then it's possible. You can all just be envious! Hehehe..."

The NPC walked away.

The NPC in front of Kusuo Saiki finally finished buying ice cream and dorayaki. Just as Kusuo Saiki was about to place his order, he suddenly saw a strange scene.

From the nearby park, a number of elderly men and women appeared, some from the trees, some from the bushes, and some unnoticed corners, some doing backflips or crawling nimbly towards the park entrance.

Some of the dark creatures noticed Kusuo Saiki's presence and began coughing violently, reminding their companions to be careful with their disguises.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Cough, cough cough! Ugh cough cough... Ugh!"

Hey, last one, just pretend a little. This is already to the point of coughing up blood!

As if zombies had swept through the city, a group of elderly people left the park, leaving it desolate, along with some abandoned baby dark creatures.

Seriously, stop pretending. What's going on with these disjointed families where parents leave their children?

"Friend, would you like some ice cream dorayaki?" the shopkeeper from the mobile cart asked.

"Yes, please. One vanilla ice cream dorayaki, with red bean paste filling."

"Alright! Friend, do you know anything about that housing development?"

I have no interest in it, and I don't have the money.

“Actually, we haven’t built any new buildings recently. In addition, many people have been assigned different jobs, resulting in some having to work two jobs a day. How could we possibly build new buildings under these circumstances? If it were just residential buildings, we just expanded the entire area 10 days ago.”

"I heard that 20 identical buildings suddenly appeared in that neighborhood overnight. It's really worrying..."

Kusuo Saiki remained silent.

Nanmao has lost his superpowers now, so if it happened last night, it definitely wasn't Nanmao who did it.

Then who else could it be? Adding the chivalrous figure mentioned by those people, Kusuo Saiki inevitably thought of another person in the Phantom Troupe.

Koro1's power is the right hand of God and the left hand of a demon. While the power sounds complex, it's essentially just copying. Back in Yorknew City, the Phantom Troupe used Koro1's copying ability to clone many buildings to conceal the real ones' locations.

So what is the Phantom Troupe doing? Did they fail to cheat on the ability and are now cashing out by building unfinished buildings? The houses built with the ability will disappear, right?

However, since the victims were dark creatures and the money was directly distributed, they didn't feel any remorse for being scammed.

Kusuo Saiki received the dorayaki from the shopkeeper. The hot outer layer was still a little too hot to touch. Was it really filled with ice cream? Regardless of whether it tasted good or not, the aroma had already assaulted his nostrils...

"If you ask someone out during class, they'll get points deducted, Xiao Yi~"