Speechless, Rod looked up at the sky, never having felt so utterly at a loss for words.
'I thought that with a max-level Sukuna Panel, I was already invincible, but whose subordinate is this TM?'
Infinite Transcendence System
Host: Rod
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Human
Physique: 350 [Average for an ordinary adult male is 1]
Strength: 334
Agility: 380
Spirit: 420
Talent:
Infinite Transcendence (There is no longer a so-called Bottleneck, infinitely transcending, constantly surpassing one's own limits; theoretically, there is no so-called upper limit.)
Max-level Sukuna Panel (100%)
Item:
Cutting Technique [Dismantle], Cutting Technique [Cleave], Reversal Technique, Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine, Flame Technique [Open], Scarlet Blood Manipulation, Ten Shadows Technique, Space Severance, Ryomen Sukuna True Form
Weapons:
cursed tool: shinbu kai, cursed tool: hiten
Items:
None
The attribute panel significantly increased following the Fusion of the Sukuna Panel, but this level of strength is still not enough in the world of A Certain Magical Index. It's probably enough to fight Early Stage bosses like Accelerator, the first Level 5, but it's completely insufficient for Late Stage Fiamma of the Right, or the Rear God.
"Eh, never mind. There's no point in thinking so much right now." Rod, feeling the hunger in his stomach, immediately decided to stop pondering. Instead of complaining, it was better to take things one step at a time.
Rod was the kind of person who would cross that bridge when he came to it.
He took a step, preparing to walk out of the alley, but then heard a cacophony of voices coming from the entrance.
"That loud bang just now came from here, didn't it?"
"Hey, is it really necessary to go look?"
"Heh, if you're scared, then scram!"
"Who said I was scared!? I... I just..."
A group of shabbily dressed delinquents appeared in Rod's line of sight. The moment they saw Rod, a red-haired delinquent swaggered forward, speaking in a sarcastic tone.
"Hey, old man, it's dangerous to be wandering around here late at night instead of staying home~"
'Old man?' Rod's mouth twitched at the words. This scruffy, red-haired delinquent looked to be in his thirties or forties, right? To be safe, Rod still asked.
"How old are you?"
"Huh? Fifteen!" The red-haired delinquent sneered, shrugging in a defiant, annoying manner that made Rod even more speechless.
"This TM is fifteen!?" Rod exclaimed in shock.
"Huh!? What's wrong with being fifteen?" The red-haired delinquent stepped forward with an unpleasant expression. Just as his forehead was about to touch Rod's, Rod's palm pressed against his advancing cheek. He could feel that with just a slight exertion of force, the person's brains would explode, staining the alley with blood.
As if realizing he had just flirted with death, the red-haired delinquent trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat pouring down, and his breathing grew heavy.
"Hey..." Before the others could continue their threats, the terrifying aura emanating from Rod, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, caused the delinquents to start vomiting from physical discomfort.
When the group had almost vomited their gallbladders out, Rod spoke softly.
"You've come at just the right time. Leave your money, unless you want to leave your lives."
Staring at the crimson glow in Rod's eyes, the delinquents trembled all over, with no thought of resisting. In a short while, they reluctantly gathered about ten thousand Japanese Yen in loose change and handed it to Rod.
Looking at the meager change, Rod said speechlessly,
"The first time I've robbed someone, and this is all I get? I mean, you guys could get a job moving bricks at a construction site and still make more than this, right?"
"Yes, yes, Big Brother, you are absolutely right!" The delinquents nodded like pounding garlic, terrified of displeasing the man in front of them and getting killed.
"Alright, alright, scram." Rod wasn't interested in casually crushing ants. Even though he had gained Sukuna's Panel, his personality wouldn't be overly affected, and he wouldn't become excessively violent or bloodthirsty.
"Th-thank you, Big Brother..." The group of delinquents helped each other up and slowly walked out of the alley.
Tucking the money into his pocket, Rod looked up at the rooftop, took a step, and his figure instantly flashed to the top of the building. Breathing in the gentle breeze, Rod took a deep breath and surveyed the city under the night sky.
Academy City is a city with the world's highest level of technology, established over decades by Aleister Crowley, the Chairman of the Governing Board. It is a circular city located in the western part of Tokyo, Japan (also including parts of Saitama and Kanagawa prefectures), and its land is surrounded by Japan. It possesses a certain territory, population, and a political organization—the Governing Board—effectively making it a state within a state. With a population of 2.3 million, eighty percent of whom are students, it is a great city of science and education, with its greatest feature being the development of Item. This supernatural power, Item, is a scientific product, divided into seven levels from LV0 to LV6, from weakest to strongest.
This city is also the starting point of the Index Librorum Prohibitorum story.
"The information I need now is the specific date. The story should start around June or July. The weather now seems quite hot. If it's summer, that would be around April to June, so it looks like it's before or in the Early Stage of the plot. Well, before that, I should find a place to eat." While thinking, Rod moved through the high-rise buildings under the night sky, experiencing this extraordinary power. This unprecedented sense of pleasure even made him perform difficult maneuvers like backflips in the air. As the saying goes, a man is a boy until death; don't think that after gaining invincible power, you immediately want to conquer the world. The first step is naturally to enjoy the pleasure this power brings.
"Ahahaha, sorry, sorry, my friend caused you trouble." A apologetic young voice came from below. Rod, subconsciously looking down, saw a Spiky Hair boy walking towards a girl surrounded by delinquents.
"Who are you?" The girl's 'sincere' words shattered the boy's good intentions, and he frustratingly rubbed his Spiky Hair, shouting in dissatisfaction,
"Ah! Doesn't this completely ruin the plan of 'pretending to know them and naturally taking them away'!?"
"Hey, hey, hey, you, are you looking down on us?" The delinquent leader grabbed the boy's collar, glaring at the Spiky Hair boy with an unpleasant expression.
"Ah! That's right, I am looking down on you! Harassing even a middle schooler, aren't you guys a bit too desperate!?" The Spiky Hair boy seemed to provoke the delinquents in a self-deprecating manner.
"This middle schooler? Huh? What... do you mean, you!?" A vein bulged on the girl's forehead, and faint electric arcs flickered at her temples. The girl seemed particularly annoyed by the Spiky Hair boy questioning her charm.
Rod, observing this scene, immediately knew how far the plot had progressed. At the same time, he couldn't help but grumble,
"Are there too many delinquents in this city? Could it be that eighty percent are students, and the remaining twenty percent are delinquents?"