Chapter 4 — Hit Me If You Dare!
Upon reading that line, Mōri Ran clenched her hand so tightly that the drink bottle she was holding exploded—shattering into fragments.
Meanwhile, Suzuki Sonoko almost hurled her glass straight at the window out of sheer frustration.
In another part of the city, Vermouth, who was calmly reading her copy of the diary, snapped. Her expression darkened, and she immediately pulled out her gun—firing a single shot into the air just to release her fury.
At the Hattori residence, Hattori Shizuka, who had been peacefully trimming her garden, froze.
Then, with one abrupt movement—crack!—she sliced a freshly arranged flower clean in half.
Everyone felt the same thing—boiling, uncontrollable anger.
Seriously… this transmigrated man was truly testing their patience!
Did he really have to be this cautious?
What kind of job did he even have before transmigrating? How could someone be this cowardly?!
The women reading the diary, who had only been mildly irritated before, were now gritting their teeth in genuine fury. Their faces were flushed red as they turned the page, and the more they read, the angrier they became.
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[I know that by this point, many beautiful girls are grinding their teeth in frustration because of me. But that's fine.]
[I only want to say one thing—come hit me. Hit me if you can!]
[If you're brave enough, find me first—and then hit me!]
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The moment they read that line—Ran, Sonoko, Vermouth, Haibara Ai, and countless others—all imagined the exact same scene inside their minds:
A man whose face remained blurred, grinning mischievously as he tapped his own cheek with a smug expression, taunting:
"Come on, hit me! Go on—hit me if you can!"
The more they pictured it, the hotter their anger burned.
Even those women who originally had no intention whatsoever of looking for him… were now clenching their fists with newfound determination.
Oh, you arrogant little—
Fine! I'll find you! And let's see if you can still say that after your face meets my fist!
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[Heh-heh, alright, alright, beautiful ladies—don't get so angry. I was only joking.]
[You wouldn't get mad over something so small, right? Not with how stunning and elegant you all are.]
[Anyway, what I really want to say is this—don't waste your energy trying to find me.]
[Until I become stronger, I will not appear before any of you.]
[But if things stayed like that, this world would be too boring, wouldn't it? So how about we play a little game?]
[Every time I write a new entry in my diary, I'll leave behind a clue about my whereabouts.]
[Let's see whether any of you have the ability to track me down.]
[If anyone manages to find me, I'll give them a reward—one question.]
[Any question at all, answered for free.]
[After all, I'm a transmigrator. I've watched every anime in your world.]
[For example—Ran, you want to know where Kudō Shinichi is, right?]
[Haibara Ai, you must want to know how to destroy the Black Organization, don't you?]
[Nezuko and Shinobu Kocho, you want to know Kibutsuji Muzan's true identity and the way to kill him, right?]
[Misaka Mikoto, you want to know how to ascend to Level 6, correct?]
[Tsunade, you want to know how Nawaki really died?]
[Beautiful ladies… I'll be waiting for you.]
[That's all for today's entry.]
[According to the system, each entry must be at least 500 words to earn a reward. Hmm… but I think I wrote more than that—maybe two or three thousand words.]
[I wonder what kind of reward I'll get. Beautiful ladies, let's continue next time.]
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After finishing his writing, Hayashi Rin stretched his arms and walked toward the window.
He pulled aside the curtain and looked down—catching sight of Mōri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko boarding the Suzuki family's luxury car and speeding off in a hurry.
"Heh, if my guess is correct, they're probably going to meet with Toyama Kazuha and the others who may have received a diary copy as well."
He smirked lightly.
"I wasn't lying. I did say I moved houses—but I never said how far."
"They're probably assuming I escaped far away from Tokyo. But actually…"
"Well, if they want to find me, let them try. By the time they do, even if I'm not yet invincible, my strength will definitely already be approaching it."
Rin turned toward his desk, where his diary rested, and smiled subtly.
"Now then… let's see what reward I got for my first entry."
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A moment later, the system's voice echoed inside his mind.
System: [Ding! Congratulations to the Host for completing his first diary entry, even exceeding the required word count.]
System: [First reward: Revival Token.]
System: [This token can be used repeatedly and is permanently bound to the Host. Only the Host may use it.]
System: [It can be used once per week. Effect: grants ten additional years of life to a target.]
System: [If unused within a week, the effect will accumulate.]
System: [It can be used multiple times on the same person.]
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Hayashi Rin's eyes sparkled instantly.
"This is insane… an item that lets me extend someone's lifespan by ten whole years!"
He paused, and his expression tightened.
"Wait a minute… if I use it on myself, doesn't that mean I can live forever?"
But soon, confusion crept onto his face.
"Why is it called a Revival Token? Shouldn't it be called an Immortality Token?"
The system responded calmly.
System: [If you grant ten years of life to a pile of bones, what do you think will happen?]
System: [Will it fail, or will it succeed?]
System: [And if it succeeds… what exactly would you get?]
The question made Rin's hair stand on end.
That's right…
If the token was used on someone who had already died—what would happen?
This was a system item. Meaning, the effect was guaranteed.
So instead of death, the system would forcefully bring that person back to life.
To grant someone ten years of life, the system would first need to revive them.
No wonder it was called a Revival Token!
In truth, revival was just a side effect.
Its real ability was—to prolong life.
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"In other words," Rin murmured, "this token allows me to revive someone once every week. That's fifty-two times a year."
"If I optimize the usage, I could keep five hundred and twenty people alive forever… simply by granting them ten extra years every decade."
He let out a soft, disbelieving laugh—half amazed, half horrified.
"If this ability spreads, the world will descend into chaos."
"Immortality… that's something rulers have chased since the beginning of civilization."
"This system really doesn't hold back with its first reward."
But Rin exhaled slowly.
"Unfortunately, for now, the ability is practically useless. Immortality means nothing if I die before I can take advantage of it."
"What I need right now isn't longevity—
It's power."
His eyes hardened with renewed resolve as he looked at the diary.
"No problem. If not this time, there will be more chances. As long as I keep writing, the rewards will only get stronger."
— — —
At that same moment, the contents of Hayashi Rin's diary had thrown the entire fused anime world into turmoil.
Haibara Ai stared at her copy with stiff, trembling fingers.
"He knows about the Black Organization… and how to destroy it."
"No matter what it takes… I must find him."
Toyama Kazuha gazed at her diary in astonishment.
"This thing is incredible…
Burn it—it won't burn.
Soak it—it won't get wet.
Shoot it—no reaction.
Even a laser couldn't leave a scratch."
"And what's even stranger… no matter how far I throw it away, no matter where I hide it…"
"…the moment I call for it—"
"—the diary will reappear in my hand."
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