Kyoto, Suginami Ward.
Inside a run-down apartnt building.
Seiji Fujiwara slowly opened his eyes, his gaze unfocused.
"So I really did transmigrate, huh?"
From a wage slave in his previous life, he had crossed over into this Crossover Ani World and beco an eighteen-year-old orphaned high schooler.
Regaining the mories of his past life, Seiji sat up on the bed.
His face showed no panic, no lingering attachnt to the past.
Only exhilaration.
"Haha... hahahahaha!"
Laughter full of excitent echoed in the room.
"Never thought I'd get my turn to transmigrate."
Finally, no more wage slave life.
In this life, Seiji Fujiwara had only one goal—enjoy it.
At that mont, a cold chanical voice rang in his mind.
[Ding! Strong desire to 'enjoy life' detected. Binding conditions t. The Great Player System has officially activated!]
[Core Function: Conquest Rewards.]
[The system will automatically lock onto female characters in this world with extrely high 'conquest value.' They are the finest Collectibles to adorn your new life.]
[For every Collectible you fully conquer, you will receive god-tier rewards tailored to her core traits—enough to guarantee a life of pleasure!]
[Note: Current version is 1.0 Youthful Daily Life. Please enjoy a peaceful lifestyle!]
Seiji froze.
Then his breathing quickened, and a sharp light burst from his eyes.
A Cheat System.
Of course! The standard loadout for transmigrators.
"A tool made for the ultimate life of enjoynt?" His voice trembled with excitent. "Perfect... absolutely perfect!"
As for that note at the end? aningless fluff. Not worth worrying about.
[Ding-dong!]
[Beginner's Gift Pack has been distributed. Opening now…]
[Congratulations, Host! You have received: the god-tier short light novel 6 Days, 6 People, 6 Guns (Completion: 100%).]
[Summary: An ultra-dark, suffocatingly tense comrcial novel—a perfect stepping stone into wealth and a life of decadence.]
A complete novel suddenly flooded into Seiji's mind.
6 Days, 6 People, 6 Guns.
The masterpiece of that infamous genius, Hitoma Iruma.
Its razor-sharp pacing, brutal setup, cinematic storytelling… even after just skimming it, Seiji couldn't help but nod.
As expected of Hitoma Iruma. The quality was top-notch.
Obviously, his next move was to submit it for publication and earn royalties.
With royalties, he could ditch this crappy apartnt and start enjoying life.
"Let's see… the Shinagawa Newcor Award?" Seiji opened his computer and searched for light novel contests, quickly finding one.
"Shinagawa, huh?"
He stroked his chin. "That's a familiar na."
"So this world has the Saekano storyline woven into it?"
"Wait, isn't there a Sobu High in Chiba too? Then I really did transmigrate into a Crossover Ani World…"
Just as he was thinking, a loud thud echoed from the apartnt next door.
Bang!
Then ca a panicked cry from a girl.
"Mom! What's wrong?! Mom, wake up!"
Seiji's brow furrowed.
That voice…
More fragnts of mory returned.
His next-door neighbor was none other than Toyogasaki Academy's ice-cold beauty, the high-class, sharp-tongued heroine—Utaha Kasumigaoka!
"This doesn't match the script…" Surprise flickered in Seiji's eyes.
By the original story, Utaha's family was at least middle-class.
They shouldn't have fallen to the point of living in a dump like this.
"Whatever. Better check it out." Seiji rose curiously, opened his door, and stepped out.
Outside, in the corridor, the usually aloof girl in black stockings was clutching an unconscious middle-aged woman in her arms.
Her deep wine-red eyes brimd with tears and terror, her beautiful face pale with helplessness.
"Fujiwara-san?"
Seeing her neighbor, she grabbed at him like a lifeline. "My mom—she suddenly collapsed! Please, help !"
"Call an ambulance first." Seiji calmly took out his phone.
After all, he had lived two lives. In his past one, he was a wage slave who'd seen colleagues collapse from overwork—he'd personally escorted at least ten to the ER.
"Yes, ergency line? Soone's collapsed…" Seiji dialed 120 and reported the situation in an orderly tone.
His calmness was contagious.
Utaha gradually steadied herself, and her gaze toward him now carried a trace of astonishnt.
Who would have thought? The silent, introverted neighbor was actually this composed?
The ambulance arrived swiftly and rushed Utaha's mother to the hospital.
Seiji followed along to help.
As soon as they entered, Utaha's mother was wheeled into the ER.
"Patient: Haruko Kasumigaoka. Acute cerebral hemorrhage. Critical condition. We must perform ergency craniotomy right away."
The doctor's tone was heavy as he cast a sympathetic look at Utaha.
"Family, please proceed with paynt first."
Each word fell like a hamr, smashing Utaha's heart.
"Y-yes, thank you." Utaha's body trembled violently. Her lips, bitten pale and bloodless, looked ready to bleed.
She hurried to the paynt counter, her brows tightly furrowed, face shadowed with despair.
Seiji stole a glance.
The first round of surgery alone would cost five hundred thousand yen. And that was excluding all the extras.
'How awful.' Seiji shook his head inwardly. 'One misfortune after another. Is this… the tiline where she falls from grace?'
Piecing together his fragnts of mory with observation, he quickly understood.
Utaha's father had died recently in a car accident—his fault entirely.
The Kasumigaoka family had sold their house, burned through their savings, and still couldn't cover the compensation. Forced to live in a run-down apartnt, Utaha's mother had been working herself to exhaustion… until she finally collapsed.
Hmm. Looked like a perfect chance to swoop in.
Seiji's thoughts deepened.
Having once been a wage slave, Seiji no longer had the patience for long, drawn-out romance. He only cared for the physical, not the emotional.
Besides, Utaha Kasumigaoka was clearly one of the system's designated Collectibles.
"Need help with the surgery costs?" Seiji asked when Utaha returned, looking haggard.
Though an orphan, he had saved up over a million yen over the years. And now he also had 6 Days, 6 People, 6 Guns.
"Huh?"
Utaha jerked her head up, startled.
She hadn't expected her quiet neighbor to offer such huge help.
"N-no, I can manage for now…" She forced a smile, about to refuse.
Then Seiji spoke again.
"My condition's simple." His eyes road across her graceful figure as he chuckled. "Spend one month with , and I'll give you five hundred thousand yen. You know, Tokyo office workers make only three hundred thousand in a month…"
Whoosh!
Before he could finish, a sharp slap ca flying at him.
Seiji dodged instantly.
"Get lost! Scum!"
Utaha's face was ice-cold, her eyes colder still.
Disgust burned in her chest.
Just monts ago she had thought her quiet neighbor was reliable—only for his shaless true colors to co out so quickly.
"My offer stands whenever you change your mind." Seiji didn't even look angry. He just shrugged and walked away.
"Not in a million years!"
Utaha glared at his back, fuming with rage.
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