Chapter 240: This Little Brain Has Something Going For It (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

Kamikawa Mitsu clearly remembered that the script points required to exchange for Master Konghai's character were five million.

Five million and three million—those numbers sounded completely different; it was impossible to mishear.

Soon, Kamikawa Mitsu understood.

"I get it—it's because my realm has advanced. When I asked the system to exchange for Master Konghai, I had just completed the Offering Lord's ritual; back then, my strength was Divine Second Step Realm. Now I'm in Divine Third Step Realm, so exchanging for Master Konghai costs two million less."

"Indeed, advancing in strength isn't without benefits—at least exchanging for powerful characters now costs fewer script points."

When Kamikawa Mitsu learned he lacked enough script points to exchange for the Yomotsu Shinmei character, he already realized that the stronger the exchanged character, the more script points would be required—and the gap between earlier and later costs might be astronomical.

And now, Kamikawa Mitsu had a new discovery.

The script points consumed by the system to exchange for characters likely depended not only on the character's strength, but also on the host's own strength.

The greater the gap between the host's strength and the character's strength, the more script points required; and the higher the character's strength, the more script points required.

"I still have one million nine hundred thousand points—I must maximize their use."

Though he spoke these words aloud, Kamikawa Mitsu had already decided in his heart.

The next moment.

Kamikawa Mitsu took a corpse out of his storage space.

The storage space—he had spent script points to exchange for it not long ago; at the time, he had complained to the system: wasn't storage space a basic feature every system should have? Why did mine cost extra?

If anyone who had witnessed Kamikawa Mitsu slaughtering an entire realm were present, they would immediately recognize this corpse.

Wasn't it one of the Nethershadow beings from the Nethershadow Realm who had surpassed the King?

In fact, besides this corpse, Kamikawa Mitsu's storage space held many others—none of them weak in life; the weakest had been Divine First Step.

Kamikawa Mitsu had not returned empty-handed from aiding the Void Demon Realm against the Nethershadow Realm—he had collected the corpses of all the Nethershadow beings who had surpassed Kings, as well as those of King-level Nethershadow beings, even those who had died fighting the Demon Lord and others.

To the outside world, he told the Demon Lord and the others that Nethershadow beings resembled the lifeforms of the Shilling Realm—perfect feed for his battle beasts, especially Divine Realm ones, too valuable to waste; he'd take them home to feed his beasts.

But the true reason was that Kamikawa Mitsu intended to use them for an experiment.

If the experiment succeeded, certain scripts he had designed could be activated.

"System…"

Holding up the corpse of a being who had surpassed the King, Kamikawa Mitsu opened his mouth—then sensed Muroto Meijiang returning home.

To prevent Muroto Meijiang from seeing the corpse and feeling nauseated, and to avoid her mistakenly thinking he had a necrophilia obsession—since she didn't know about the system and he couldn't reveal his script plans—he immediately stowed the corpse away.

Creak.

"I'm home!" Muroto Meijiang called out cheerfully as she opened the door.

"Welcome back—have you eaten? I made dinner; hurry and eat while it's hot…"

Muroto Meijiang launched herself into Kamikawa Mitsu's arms, hugging his arm tightly, swaying gently like a lively fairy tale sprite, dimples flashing as she bounced and said:

"Nii-san, guess how much I earned in signature fees today—hehe! Oh, I heard from Rikka-nee that your strength is insane—no one in the Void Demon Realm can match you, and the same goes for the Nethershadow Realm—you're so amazing, no wonder you're my Nii-san.

But hey, no matter how strong you are, next time you go to fight, you have to tell me—or else I'll go on a hunger strike, starve myself to death, and turn you into a completely lonely orphan."

Kamikawa Mitsu was torn between laughter and tears.

Still in high spirits, Muroto Meijiang kept talking.

"By the way, Nii-san, didn't you go to school today? Did your classmates stare at you like you were a celebrity? Did anyone ask you for signatures? Did you charge them for signatures? You absolutely must charge.

Sure, each signature fee is only a few thousand yen—but add them up, it's still a decent sum.

Hmm, judging by your expression, you didn't charge at all, huh? Pity… Nii-san, be honest—how many people asked for your signature? There must've been a lot."

At this, Muroto Meijiang looked heartbroken.

"Nii-san is so amazing—surely at least a thousand people asked for your signature, maybe more! Oh my god! Nii-san, I feel our family lost the value of a whole villa!"

Kamikawa Mitsu lightly tapped her head: "When did you turn so greedy?"

"I'm not greedy—I'm just frugal and good at managing the household! You're a big shot now, so when you go out, you fight the little monsters; I handle the home side—why not earn money when I can?"

"Who taught you 'why not earn money when you can'? Iori? Or Muroto Meijiang?"

"Iori said it," Muroto Meijiang stuck out her tongue, casually betraying Iori: "But I think Iori's right."

When Muroto Meijiang had first told Kamikawa Mitsu about earning money from signatures after his Ashiya family identity was exposed, she'd already mentioned how much she'd made at school.

Kamikawa Mitsu had been stunned—his words urging her to work at his convenience store had died unspoken.

Of course, Kamikawa Mitsu didn't oppose what Muroto Meijiang was doing.

It wasn't immoral—just selling her own signatures, no different from celebrities selling autographs; not illegal, not theft, no reason to stop her.

On the contrary, he thought this girl had a clever mind.

"Nii-san, what time's our flight tomorrow?"

"Ten in the morning."

"Oh, I need to pack quickly then."

"I already packed for you—go eat, it's late."

"Okay~"

Muroto Meijiang ladled rice and sat down, then seemed to remember something, asking Kamikawa Mitsu while eating.

"Nii-san, when you packed your clothes, did you find any you don't wear anymore?"

"Yes, I found a lot of clothes I never wear."

"Nii-san, you didn't throw them away, did you?"

"No, I didn't throw them out—they're still usable. I plan to decide what to do with them after we return from our trip to America."

"Let me handle the clothes—I have a use for them."

"A use? What for?" Kamikawa Mitsu asked, puzzled.

Muroto Meijiang made a shushing gesture and grinned mischievously: "It's a secret! You'll find out later."

Seeing this, Kamikawa Mitsu felt an odd unease.

Why do I feel like I've been stabbed in the back? What is Chie doing with my clothes?

Meanwhile, Kamikawa Chie merrily ate the dishes, exclaiming "delicious" with every bite, and praised Kamikawa Mitsu to redirect his attention.

Her taking Kamikawa Mitsu's clothes was naturally not to donate them or anything like that; she had previously discussed it with Iori and the others and agreed to sell them to those female fans.

One must understand that after Kamikawa Mitsu's exposure as a descendant of the Ashiya family, he gained tremendous popularity, and the powerful display he showed in the Dark Eclipse Realm won him countless new fans in a single day, with his popularity exploding in growth—especially those female fans.

According to the information Kamikawa Chie had obtained, some female fans publicly sought Kamikawa Mitsu's belongings and offered high prices for them.

Such a money-making opportunity, Kamikawa Chie could not miss.

As for whether those female fans were lustful women or fujoshi, that was beyond her control, and even less could she control what they would do with the clothes—perhaps they would just use the clothes to indulge themselves a little.