Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 354 - 265 Narrow Gate_3

Chapter 354: Chapter 265 Narrow Gate_3

Once again, the system page popped up before his eyes. He intended to close it as usual, but what caught his eye wasn’t point rewards—it was achievement medals.

"Congratulations on achieving the ’Hundred Killings’ achievement"

"Honor Medal ’Beheader’ unlocked"

"New function ’Wanxiang Furnace’ unlocked"

"Thank you for your contribution. We anticipate you to eliminate more pure evil"

...

Fushimi Roku wiped the blood with his sleeve, staring at the system screen, pondering what honor medal and Wanxiang Furnace could possibly be.

In the next second, the system automatically displayed an explanation:

Beheader: "30% proficiency increase in beheading intelligent creatures"

Note: "Killing to guard life, slashing karma not the person"

...

Wanxiang Furnace: "Insert three or more ’unacquired’ skills to randomly draw a skill of Lv3 or higher"

Note: "The more skills and the higher their level, the greater the probability of drawing a high-level skill"

...

Oh?

Fushimi Roku didn’t care about the special effects of the Beheader. To him, this large-scale execution was just an accident; he usually lived as a good citizen in Sugamo Apartment in Toshima District, and has little need to behead anyone.

But the Wanxiang Furnace was different. Now he had a ton of useless low-level skills at hand. It might be better to put them all into the Wanxiang Furnace... It’s like drawing skill cards; who can resist the joy of card drawing?

Fushimi Roku rubbed his fists eagerly, automatically tuning out Shirakawa Miki’s nonsense. He glanced at the minor skills he currently possessed, most of which were useless and rare junk skills like ’Tongue Cleaning Level 2’, ’Reverse Earwax Cleaning lv1’, ’Fart Sound Performance lv2’...

Yes, let’s draw them all!

Fushimi Roku selected all the junk skills he had recently acquired and threw them into the Wanxiang Furnace.

In the next second, a simplistic Alchemy Furnace appeared before his eyes, accompanied by a shiny golden effect. After a flicker, the system popped up a notification, celebrating with confetti.

Congratulations on obtaining "Memory Overwriting Lv3"

...

"Why did I just get a guaranteed prize?"

Fushimi Roku frowned. Wasn’t it supposed to increase the probability with more skills input? He must have thrown at least a hundred minor skills, right? Even if not getting a skill at Lv8, at least it should be Lv6, right?

Fushimi Roku reflected for a moment, thinking maybe it was because his luck was not on his side, recently experiencing mishaps, not a good time for gambling.

Learn from experience, next time stroke the Yuzi Beast’s fluff before drawing.

He then casually checked his personal panel:

"Name: Fushimi Roku"

"Age: 24" (Birthday already passed)

"Personal Attributes: Intelligence S, Will C, Endurance A, Strength A, Speed A"

"Personal Skills: Culinary Skills Lv7, Negotiation and Debate Lv7, Logical Integration Lv8, Evidence Forgery Lv8, Tracking Skill Lv2, Lock Opening Skill Lv1, Grapple Skill Lv5, Handgun Specialization Lv1, Psychological Guidance Lv1, Social Charm Lv7, Unrivaled Heart Style Lv7, Bedroom Skills Lv8 (spent a large amount of points upgrading), Memory Overwriting Lv3"

"Attribute Points Balance: 96"

"Skill Points Balance: 53"

...

Fushimi Roku glanced at Shirakawa Miki, silently leveling the Psychological Guidance skill to Lv7, carefully sensing changes in his physical and knowledge reserves, then asked:

"Miss Shirakawa, I have just one question for you."

Shirakawa Miki was overjoyed to see Fushimi Roku finally willing to communicate, saying not just one question—ten questions would do. She would definitely answer everything truthfully and thoroughly!

"Before joining the Aum Truth Sect, how was your life?" asked Fushimi Roku.

Shirakawa Miki hesitated for a second, instinctively wanting to evade, fidgeting uneasily. Because of her hunched posture, her clothes clung to her chest, making her bust and hips particularly voluptuous: "This... it’s not important, right? What’s important is the future; we need to have a better future—"

"Answer me," Fushimi Roku interrupted.

After a moment of silence, Shirakawa Miki spoke in a very ordinary tone: "My husband, for some external possessions, committed suicide to scam insurance. The police concluded it was accidental, but I know he was blinded by wealth..."

"Does thinking this way make you feel better?" Fushimi Roku probed further.

"It’s not what I think; it’s the truth!" Shirakawa Miki slightly raised her voice.

"So do you blame him for dying for money?" Fushimi Roku’s tone remained calm.

Shirakawa Miki’s speech quickened: "Shouldn’t I blame him? Ordinary people are blinded by material desires; we are born guilty, hence suffer such torment, the so-called birth, aging, sickness, death, unattainability, resentment, leaving those we love, the five aggregates thriving... Life is inherently painful, only by severing the root of suffering can transcend the mundane and attain supreme bliss..."

"Oh!" Fushimi Roku interrupted: "Then before your husband’s death?"

"Huh?"

"Were you suffering a lot before your husband’s death?"

"..."

"Do you think Junko and Kei’s lives are miserable? Maybe somewhat, but let me ask again, where does their suffering come from? To be precise, who makes them suffer so much?" Fushimi Roku cleaned his sword and twirled it.

Shirakawa Miki said: "Someday they’ll encounter illness or death..."

"So it’s not that day yet?" Fushimi Roku interrupted: "I know what you want to say. Are you trying to tell me that as long as one believes in the Aum Truth Sect, death won’t be painful, illness is a practice, unattainability, resentment, leaving those we love, the five aggregates thriving can all be transcended... is that it?"

"Exactly!" Shirakawa Miki said.

"Eh... I find this really odd," Fushimi Roku picked his earwax: "I just chatted with Asahara Shoko, and he says that’s not true. That superpower and Shiva, it’s all made up by him."