Chiba City – Makuhari Seaside Park
Beside the lotus pond, a gentle breeze stirred ripples across the water.
"You've got to be kidding me, officer. I was just about to fire the shot—and now you're telling me I transmigrated?"
Luo Shu stood amidst unfamiliar surroundings, completely dumbfounded.
After giving up on the societal rat race of buying a home and getting married—and now flush with disposable income—his luck with women skyrocketed.
This time, he had been chatting with a cosplayer dressed as Raiden Shogun at a convention.
That figure, that wasp waist, those full, peachy hips…
It was enough to make any man euphoric!
They hit it off quickly and headed to a hotel. Just as they were about to "exchange techniques and insights," as he put it—
Boom. Transmigrated.
"Couldn't you have given me at least half an hour… no, two hours!"
Luo Shu cursed, feeling cheated, but it was too late.
What's worse—he crossed over physically. His smartphone had no signal or network access, his wallet full of cash instantly became worthless monopoly money, and now he was a nobody with no ID.
After probing the locals indirectly, he figured out he'd arrived in a parallel version of Japan.
It was the year 2012—the same year the Mayan apocalypse was predicted.
But the world was bigger, more populated—and weirdly, security was far worse. So people here leaned a lot more into superstition.
Even just wandering a bit, he'd spotted several roadside shrines.
They looked quite aged, with weathered talismans swaying gently in the breeze, incense smoke drifting in the air.
Inside the park, there were even a bunch of well-dressed onmyoji (spirit mediums), cheerfully offering fortune readings using all sorts of mystical tools.
Though business was booming, these spiritualists would frequently throw him side-eyes full of hostility, leaving Luo Shu utterly confused.
He glanced at his reflection in the water—and understood why.
He was still wearing the elaborate cosplay robes from the convention: ornate, with golden and silver embroidery.
And…
"Tsk. If I had this face before, I wouldn't even need to pay for hotels."
Luo Shu crouched by the pond, resting his chin in his palm.
His features hadn't changed, but his skin had improved several levels—glowing, smooth, practically ethereal.
Already decent-looking, his appearance now jumped up a tier or two. Certified heartthrob material.
Not only that—he seemed taller.
Originally a bit above average, now he stood tall with perfect proportions, the ideal "eight-heads-tall" figure.
Good looks, tall build, luxurious robes—and a mysterious aura to top it all off.
No wonder the fortune tellers felt threatened.
Suddenly, a thought struck Luo Shu. He bowed his head, deep in contemplation.
Moments later…
He walked out of the public restroom with a confident smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Nice. Real nice. Looks like he's undergoing a full-on evolutionary upgrade.
Drop him in an ecchi manga and a hundred female leads wouldn't be enough.
And to top it all off—he discovered his golden finger.
By simply chanting [Void] in his mind, a silver ripple would appear at the edge of his vision.
In one corner of that ripple, a panel displayed his stats:
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[Creator: Luo Shu]
[Life Tier: Mortal Realm (Stage 1)]
[Theoretical Lifespan: 70 years]
[Divine Authority Gems: 0]
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He could clearly feel that the ripple was a part of him—an extension of his being.
And he could also sense a distinct sense of absolute control.
This Void function had only one ability: "Fantasy Manifestation."
As long as he had enough Divine Authority Gems, he could materialize anything from human imagination—be it Doraemon's Take-Copter, Android 18 from Dragon Ball, or the glowing Fried Rice from Shokugeki No Soma…
As long as it existed in fiction, he could bring it into reality.
Basically, he was the youth version of God.
Strangely, he also understood how to obtain Divine Authority Gems.
If others believed in his words—or in the concepts he created—he would receive a feedback of gems.
The deeper the belief, and the wider the spread, the more gems he'd gain.
Even without spending gems, he could focus on someone and have their basic info appear above their head—essentially a bonus True Sight ability.
Which, in the modern world, was absurdly overpowered.
This cheat was completely broken.
Luo Shu beamed like springtime sunshine.
Okay, okay… Calm down.
A golden finger is no big deal—every transmigrator gets one.
Besides, this was clearly a growth-based system, not something he could rely on right away.
What mattered right now… was lunch. And where he was going to sleep tonight.
He took a few deep breaths, calming himself with affirmations.
Then—
"Excuse me, Mage, how much do you charge for a reading?"
A sweet, lively voice called out.
Luo Shu looked up in surprise—and was instantly dazzled.
White.
No—big!
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[Ai Hoshino]
[Age: 15.333 years]
[Occupation: Idol Trainee]
[Fate Traits: Heavenly Voice (light blue), Fragile Beauty (light red), Blessed With Many Children (light red)]
[Life Expectancy: 20 years]
[Status: Conflicted (Currently debating whether to fall in love)]
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She was a mischievous girl with an impish smile, decked out in designer brands, her eyes a dazzling six-pointed-star purple.
"Hoshino Ai…"
Luo Shu muttered unconsciously.
"You know who I am?"
Ai's large eyes sparkled with surprise.
Luo Shu smiled mysteriously, as if everything was already within his grasp.
"Pretending to be some divine mystic—it's just parlor tricks and prior research,"
snorted a nearby onmyoji with a thin mustache, trying to expose Luo Shu's "scam."
But Ai ignored him entirely, staring at Luo Shu with fascination.
That onmyoji had no idea—Ai wasn't even from Chiba. She was here on tour, playing in the park on a whim. She wasn't wearing any identification.
Wait…
Then how did this striking mage know her name?
The more she thought about it, the more suspicious she became.
She studied him carefully.
Early twenties, elegant features, face like polished jade.
Tall and slender, wearing a tight black inner robe and a flowing moon-white outer mage's robe.
The wide sleeves and collar were embroidered in golden phoenixes, wings poised for flight.
Fingerless black gloves ran to his forearms, and two silk prayer sashes bearing ancient script draped from his shoulders.
Luxurious and elegant.
The breeze made the scripture sashes flutter—those dark runes seemed almost alive as they danced.
It gave him an air of regality, mystique, and overwhelming presence.
Most importantly…
His skin was insanely good. She even felt a pang of jealousy.
He really might not be an ordinary person!
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[Received Faith from Hoshino Ai – Divine Authority Gem +0.01!]