An hour later, Tanaka Masao let out a long sigh.
"Reviewing the old and learning the new… I really feel like I've gained something. I have to admit, the system's functions are pretty amazing."
[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining: Depravity Value × 1]
Hearing the prompt, Tanaka Masao froze for a moment.
"System, why did I suddenly gain a Depravity Value?"
[Host, do you remember saying you'd never watch that kind of thing again? Your current behavior triggered the system's judgment.]
"So the standard is that loose? And I can actually earn Depravity Points from myself?"
A bold thought suddenly popped into his head.
"Wait… according to the original owner's memory, this Manga doesn't exist in this world.
If I publish it, wouldn't I be able to earn both Depravity Points and money? I'm a genius!"
At that moment, Tanaka felt he had discovered the proper way to use the system.
"But where should I even publish it? Forget it—tomorrow's the weekend. I'll figure it out then."
He placed the Manga back into the system's storage. With preparations nearly complete, it was time to start his new life.
Looking around at the mess of a room, Tanaka sighed and got to work.
"Ugh, why did I let it get this filthy?"
"And what's on this bedsheet…? I don't even know how to clean that."
After some effort, the room was finally spotless. Two large bags of garbage sat by the door.
The washing machine had been running nonstop and still had piles of laundry to go.
All the sheets and quilts were replaced with clean spares.
"Much better."
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Tanaka realized he was drenched from all the work.
"Perfect time for a shower."
Half an hour later, after using shampoo and shower gel three times each, he stood in front of the mirror.
"Still fat and not exactly handsome… but at least I don't look greasy anymore."
Feeling tired, Tanaka lay down and quickly drifted off to sleep.
That evening, when his parents came home, they were stunned.
They had long accepted that their son was an otaku—it wasn't unusual.
But seeing the room spotless left them baffled.
When they asked, Tanaka hesitated, then said shyly,
"I… met a girl at school. I want to change myself."
His parents immediately understood—he wanted to fall in love.
They were supportive, telling him that if he needed anything, he just had to ask.
Even if he didn't become exceptional, at least he was trying to improve.
After dinner, they even handed him 50,000 yen in pocket money.
Tanaka accepted happily.
The original owner had wasted all his money on anime merchandise, so he'd been left broke. With this, getting around would be much easier.
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The next morning, Tanaka woke early, fully rested.
After packing up, he slung on his backpack and prepared to head out.
Checking his reflection, he sighed.
"Yep, still looks like a fat otaku."
Today's plan: take a trip to Tokyo to find a way to publish his comic.
Why not try Chiba Prefecture instead? Simple—Tokyo promised better sales.
Definitely not because he wanted to avoid being recognized and feel more at ease… definitely not.
He carefully packed the drawings provided by the system. If he wanted to publish, he'd need them.
After confirming everything was in order, he left the house.
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From the local tram station, it took less than an hour to reach Tokyo.
The original owner had been here before—after all, Akihabara was a mecca for otaku culture.
That was his destination now. In fact, the original owner had often come here just to buy Hentai Manga.
This time, Tanaka intended to ask a shop owner how to get published.
By the time he arrived in Akihabara, it was already past nine.
Being the weekend, the streets were crowded, and cosplayers filled the area.
In the sea of people, Tanaka was hardly noticeable.
In just a short walk, he'd already seen at least ten people who looked just like him.
"Is this… a mass-production model?" he muttered.
Even so, he still enjoyed himself.
Several groups asked him to take pictures, and in return he posed with a few cosplayers.
They weren't all beautiful, but with makeup, each looked at least cute.
Snapping photos, Tanaka also realized the original owner had pretty decent photography skills.
He strolled happily, soaking up the lively atmosphere.
When he passed a maid café, he paused.
Through the window, he saw young women in maid uniforms, some quite attractive.
The steady stream of customers proved how popular the place was.
If it had been the original owner, he would've charged right in to order an omelette rice with "delicious magic."
But remembering his wallet, Tanaka shook his head.
"I'll come back when I'm richer."
Eventually, he wandered into a quieter, more hidden street.
The area looked deserted, and the few people around moved hurriedly.
Some wore masks, sunglasses, and caps, shifty-eyed like criminals.
Most carried opaque bags from the shops.
Seeing this, Tanaka knew he was in the right place.
Touching his face, he chuckled.
"With this look, I don't even need a disguise."
Just then, he spotted a familiar figure exiting one of the stores.
Green sportswear, petite figure, long golden hair, and a delicate face framed by black-rimmed glasses.
Even without twin ponytails, she was unmistakably similar to a certain anime heroine.
Tanaka's eyes widened and he blurted out:
"Sawamura Spencer Eriri!"
The girl froze on the spot. Her face darkened instantly.