(This is the brain storage area. LOL)
(This story is purely fictional. If anything seems illogical, remember this passage I threw at the beginning? Yeah, throw the brain there and enjoy. Thanks!)
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"Asaki, the phone you threw into the sewer was recovered by the cops!"
"Holy shit!"
Asaki's eyes snapped open, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.
When he took in the streets around him, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Sir, are you alright?"
The rickshaw puller, noticing Asaki's strange behavior, quickly asked.
He was just a rickshaw driver with a wife, kids, and a bedridden old mother at home—his entire family depended on him for survival.
If Asaki died in his rickshaw, he could pretty much kiss his career goodbye.
After all, who would dare ride in a rickshaw that became the reason for someone's death?
"Don't worry, it was just a nightmare. No big deal!"
"That's good!"
Hearing Asaki's reply, the rickshaw puller visibly relaxed.
But Asaki's pale face and frail physique still made him uneasy.
Though Asaki had delicate, even strikingly handsome features and a unique aura, the lack of color in his face gave off an undeniable sickly vibe.
Asaki ignored the rickshaw puller's gaze, sighing inwardly, hoping his nightmare hadn't come true.
He was originally just a Gen-Z from the year 2023, sent here by the mysterious and godly truck-kun.
However, when he was hit, Asaki didn't die immediately.
Because he still had a shred of consciousness left, he immediately pulled out his phone to wipe it.
But his vision was already blurred by blood, making it impossible to operate.
Coincidentally, right beside him was a sewer drain.
So Asaki could only toss the phone inside, praying that his piece-of-shit phone, worth less than a thousand bucks, would break beyond repair just so his family and society wouldn't discover certain… unspeakable secrets that he held in his browsing history.
He, Asaki, a full-grown man, feared neither death nor being crushed to pieces.
But a man could die— he just couldn't die in shame. That was the bottom line!
Now, the world Asaki had transmigrated into was the island nation of Demon Slayer.
The current era was the late Meiji period. In a few years, the country would enter the Taisho era.
Asaki had already spent 18 years in this world, frail and sickly since childhood.
But perhaps because he was a transmigrator, his mental faculties were exceptional.
Not only did he retain all his memories from his past life, he even gained a photographic memory.
Too bad his physical condition was shit—the kind of weak where even throwing a punch would be pathetic.
If not for his body being intact, Asaki would've suspected he was born missing a kidney.
As for his parents in this life? Naturally, they'd been sacrificed to the plot gods.
Still, they didn't die for nothing—they left him a hefty inheritance.
Not exactly filthy rich, but in their area, he was considered well-off.
At the very least, with normal spending, that fortune was enough to keep Asaki living in luxury for the rest of his life.
"Sir, we've arrived at the Yoshiwara Red-Light District!"
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PS: Curse the author for the ultra short first chapter, it was barely a thousand character in its raw...