Awakening

"Well then, take care!"

Clack!

"Hooah......"

I collapsed to the floor as the tension drained from my body the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠moment the door shut. In my daze, she'd given me a blowjob and even handed me change. The cash she'd given me was more than the COD delivery fee.

A woman with that kind of beauty sucking me off and paying me?

"This is straight out of some hentai...... Huh?"

My vision, narrowed from the excitement, caught something odd.

"A tattoo?"

On the inside of my right wrist was a scribble-like design of unknown characters and tangled lines, wrapped around like a bracelet.

Rubbing it didn't wipe it off, and there was no pain—it felt just like an old tattoo.

As my focus shifted to the tattoo, notifications I'd missed earlier popped up in my vision.

I'd gone ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with the flow and gotten the blowjob, but suddenly realizing I was in some stranger's house with my pants down sent a wave of anxiety crashing over me. I hurriedly pulled up my pants and spam-clicked the [YES] button.

Whiiiiiing

A whooshing sound like air escaping filled my ears as everything blurred around me.

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The blur effect lifted from the unfamiliar entranceway, revealing the familiar tiles with their stains, shoes, and smell of my one-room apartment. Relief washed over me—I was finally back somewhere safe.

The change I'd been clutching in my hand had vanished without a trace.

As I slumped there, another notification appeared in my vision.

The whole situation being a "tutorial" according to that weird notification. Where was this "Mileage" reward? How did it work? Who wrote that snarky evaluation? Mysteries everywhere.

My head throbbed, so I shook it, and all the windows vanished.

But the strange tattoo remained on my wrist.

"Haa...... Alright. Let's figure out if I'm crazy or if the world's gone mad."

I fancied myself well-versed in subculture—games and anime with every weird premise imaginable.

But when it happened to me, it was disorienting as hell.

Taking a deep breath, I focused on the tattoo, and semitransparent options appeared automatically.

Six options.

Clicking [Destinations] probably sent me to another world like before. It was grayed out now—later for that.

I started with the second one: [Tester Status].

"Why are all my stats 1?"

I grumbled, but it seemed they'd based the value of 1 on my current state. Stats couldn't all be that trash—too low, and no one has perfectly balanced everything.

It was handy to view, but didn't show strengths or weaknesses at a glance. Not that a shut-in like me had any standout traits......

Hovering my finger over Strength brought up a prompt.

Seemed like 100 Mileage per stat point. To test if this was hallucination or real, I agreed right away.

"Oh."

The moment my Strength went up, my whole body tightened like I'd sunk into a massage chair. Clenching my fist—crack—I definitely felt stronger. Not just muscle; my whole body felt more solid.

Guess I wasn't crazy—the world was.

"So this is real......"

Next, the title at the bottom.

"Subjective viewpoint? Not objective—what the hell does that even do?"

I scratched my head at the vague description. Still, titles weren't negative, right? Couldn't unequip it anyway. Wearing it around might help someday.

[Inventory] was empty. Focusing my mind, I felt an invisible pocket in the air—about 1m³ capacity, kinda meh. Probably expandable with Mileage, like stats.

[Souvenirs] was disabled. Remembering the notification from that world: something about the current travel world. This system ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠called trips to other worlds "travel." So souvenirs meant...... bringing stuff back to reality? Why separate from inventory? The change disappeared when I returned. Need to test this slowly.

Then [Mileage Shop]—an endless list spilled out into my vision.

A list selling seemingly everything in existence. Basic food, cash, weapons mixed with stuff I couldn't even guess. Prices weren't cheap—buy wrong, and I'd regret it big time. Gotta be careful.

'No Mileage anyway right now.'

Finally, [Guidebook].

A guidebook that tells me to try later when I click it? What kind of guidebook is this?

I closed the menu and sat in my chair to sort my thoughts.

One: I'd gained some superpower or whatever.

Two: That hentai world meant I could enter manga, novels, movies—fictional realms.

Three: Stats, souvenirs, shop—tools to grow myself.

Four: Checked the clock; real-world time stopped while I was away.

"......"

I shuddered. Goosebumps.

Like winning the Super Bowl jackpot? Not just visiting worlds—bringing stuff back, boosting stats. Dream power!

Me, who'd planned a thin, long life, now had a path to insane wealth and fame.

Find a utopia novel and travel there? Live happily without working.

I shook my head.

"Nah, that'll keep."

This power might not last forever—could vanish like it appeared. Prepare for the worst.

I craved real-world success and recognition too. That low-birthrate world was great for a quick nut, but living there? Hell no.

Unlike before, with nothing but vague hopes, now I had a real edge.

Thin and long life? Grab something from any SF or fantasy and boom—superstar.

Imagining thousands, maybe tens of thousands cheering? Heart pounding. Dick twitching.

"Ugh... can't hold back!"

Time to travel. Racking my brain for the perfect work.

No dangerous worlds—can't handle risks yet. Peaceful, with room to test powers. Bonus if fun or empowering.

"Got it!"

A novel from last year: Gender-Reversed Hero Live.

Heroes vs. villains, live-streamed for reactions. Hero genre, but mostly showbiz-level danger outside a few arcs. Loved the streaming angle.

Live hero-villain fights? Irresistible. Might even snag powers.

Decision made—let's go. Packed emergency water, tuna, spam, ramen into inventory. Opened the novel on my phone; menu popped up, [Destinations] activated.

"Here we go."