Because right after adding points, he imdiately felt the change, so obvious that he didn’t even need a strength test to experience it. But the experiences of the past few days really made him a bit on edge, feeling it necessary to confirm it from multiple angles.
Only at this mont did he finally truly relax.
Despite the odd comnts in the section, which were both amusing and cringe-worthy, at least their reactions had already demonstrated one thing—
Gu Mo subconsciously clenched his fist, gripping his phone so tightly it made crackling sounds, as if it might break at any mont. He got up and paced back and forth, his mind in chaos, walking repeatedly for several minutes without stopping.
Finally proving this matter resolved a ntal burden he’d carried for so ti, which seed to be a good thing, but... what next?
It felt like completing a goal; at this mont, he felt a bit lost about what he should do next.
After a while, still muddle-headed and without much clue, he subconsciously walked to the mirror beside him, slightly focused, and opened the character attribute panel that only he could see—for now, he found it could only be viewed and operated from a third-party perspective.
Mirrors, water surfaces, etc., as long as they could reflect his image would do.
He couldn’t tell whether this was the intended function or if it was a bug caused by the foolish system—after all, it was obvious that his golden finger currently had many issues, although today, for so reason, it seed to have finally repaired so of its functions, clearly many issues remained unsolved.
The continued lack of the hint function, the gibberish still present in the panel, and options that couldn’t be opened all indicated this.
His constant drowsiness was probably also due to the foolish system’s bug, and who knows if that’s been fixed...
Looking at his six-dinsional attribute chart, although adding one point to strength had broken the previous perfect balance and caused a slight shift in the hexagonal chart, upon seeing this attribute table and feeling the changes in his body, Gu Mo suddenly felt that slight obsessive-compulsiveness wasn’t as important.
Just a point investnt, the resulting change wasn’t extraordinarily large, but it was definitely noticeable.
Recall the golden egg fried rice not long ago, said to slightly increase constitution, though ineffective for those with a constitution over 12 points, Gu Mo had a vague understanding. Perhaps 10 points was a standard, the theoretical normal healthy level for ordinary people, but every additional point above that was relatively challenging to gain.
But speaking of the golden egg fried rice...
Gu Mo blinked, had he forgotten sothing?
Damn! Unknowingly it had dragged until this ti, the store must be closed by now... Upon realizing, his stomach growled hungrily, but checking the ti, he helplessly understood he’d missed it.
—Of course, even if he hadn’t missed it, he might not have found the store regardless.
Combining the events of tonight, Gu Mo, having understood so things, thought for a mont, returned to his bedroom, sat at his computer desk, powered it up, and eagerly input the keywords for search, starting with "Yukihira Restaurant."
Before, he hadn’t thought much, so he only searched on food delivery apps and ordinary map navigation, and upon finding nothing, he gave up, thinking it was a very traditional restaurant.
Even not implenting electronic paynts, not keeping up with modernization, seed normal; it explained why such a marvelous store right at his doorstep remained unknown.
But upon reflection, it wasn’t quite the case.
Looking at the browser pages rapidly popping up, showing 850,000 search results, Gu Mo smirked... The flash of recognition upon seeing the store na was because he really had seen it before.
Just that it was four or five years ago, and because he wasn’t interested in that genre, he only skimd the beginning and didn’t continue. Hence, it didn’t leave much of an impression; otherwise, he should have realized it then.
After browsing a bit, matching the information he had, he sighed, thought again, and inputted another set of keywords in the search bar.
"gumi Fushiguro," "Curse Spirit," "Two-Faced Su Nu’s Finger"...
Alright, this ti, the search result was close to a million, making Gu Mo twitch the corners of his eyes.
Quickly scanning through, he found it was even more absurd than the search for Yukihira Restaurant because he’d at least seen a bit of that one, but this work’s na was entirely unfamiliar to him. If not for the search now, soone who hadn’t followed ani or shows for a long ti wouldn’t know that "Jujutsu Kaisen" had been released recently.
So—that dream earlier, it might actually be real!
Rembering his sudden "blackout" at the end, Gu Mo felt a toothache, while also feeling a sigh of relief.
Indeed, he was unfortunate, being dragged into such dire situations without knowing anything, but even if he’d realized it, there would have been no help for him, as clueless about the "plot" as he was. In such chaos, whatever a common person did would lead to no good...
However, calling it luck wasn’t too far off, because Brother Fushiguro, regardless of his motives, did initially help him out of his predicant, and the stupid system he relied on, full of absurd bugs, still had ridiculously useful features.
For instance... auto-save?
Indeed, humans have limits. Putting in effort could only bring one so far; facing similar situations again, cheating would be essential for a bright future!
......
Late night.
Moonlight cool as ever.
The night market snack street remained lively, with Gu Mo holding a bag in one hand and skewers in the other, taking big bites. Despite what should have been appetizing eating, his expression, as if chewing on wax, negated any appeal, adding even a negative touch.
So much so that nearby pedestrians, initially interested, decided against it, turning away from the stand as soon as they neared it.
The stand owner tried to maintain a smile, but his expression cracked; assuming he’d encountered a glutton and made a good sale, he now considered Gu Mo a potential troublemaker... Could this elder please eat elsewhere or not show such a chilly face?
Gu Mo wasn’t aware of the trouble he caused the owner. After wandering a bit, he naturally hadn’t found the Yukihira Restaurant again, nor Miyagi Prefecture Shizawa Third High School.
If those were "instances," then what exactly was the chanism for entering them? Also, would the sa "instances" appear again?
With such questions swirling in his head, he quickly finished his food, tossed the trash into a bin, preparing to head ho... This outing was primarily to verify things, not to further clear any "instances"—
Yukihira Restaurant was one thing, but he wasn’t about to return to Miyagi Prefecture Shizawa Third High School.
The latter wasn’t a beginner instance, so he’d at least wait until he’d leveled up a few tis...
Besides, based on what he currently knew, it seed one could only enter once a day? Regardless of success or failure, it counted as a use? Hmm, probably, in any case, his current spirit wasn’t fit for involvent, so he planned to rest well and see tomorrow night...
Wait!
His thoughts stopped abruptly. As he absent-mindedly walked across the street, entering the residential checkpoint, Gu Mo looked up and around, finding only desolate wilderness, overgrown forests, the moonlight obscured by clouds, lending the scene an eerie and wild feel.
Where’s the community?
And what about the supposed rules?
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