A few minutes later, after sending Miliarde back to her original world, Yuhran pushed the door open and reappeared inside the warehouse.
He couldn't help letting out a breath of stale air, raising a hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, marveling at how this door was both an opportunity—and a danger.
Gripping the doorknob tightly, thoughts churned in his mind:
"Next time I have to be more careful. I can't bring unfamiliar people over just for convenience, even if they mean me no harm."
"I wonder if the world on the other side can be changed…"
"No—right now there's only one. I probably don't even understand one percent of this door yet."
Yuhran shook his head, correcting his train of thought.
He knew this was his cheat ability. But cheats were usually not static.
In many novels, once certain conditions were met, they could even level up…
Unfortunately, he also knew that until those conditions were fulfilled, they were nothing more than ifs.
With another sigh, Yuhran felt rather melancholic.
"Sigh… this is too hard. The conditions are unknown—there might not even be any. I'll have to take time to properly explore it later."
"The most urgent thing right now isn't pondering other worlds, but figuring out how to stay alive."
He loosened his grip on the doorknob and looked toward the outside of the warehouse.
With a thought, the two-world door trembled slightly, contracting rhythmically until it shrank into a palm-sized toy door.
Holding the tiny door in his hand, it felt icy cold and incomparably solid—Yuhran knew this was another of its traits: it couldn't be destroyed.
"Time to buy equipment."
"I still have two hundred thousand yuan left."
"That should be enough."
He still hadn't bought a drone or camping gear.
Although the mountain bike from before was wrecked, as long as he had aerial vision, he wouldn't need to worry too much about hidden dangers.
Also—
Yuhran sat down in the driver's seat and started the car.
Amid the roar of the engine, a thoughtful glint passed through his eyes as his fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel.
"I still need to leave some money to use in Japan. With a gold mine already in hand, there's no reason to keep working odd jobs."
The scenery outside the window sped past.
He was very pragmatic. He still vividly remembered how constrained and helpless life felt when he had no money.
Now that he had cash, of course he'd do as much of what he wanted as possible.
As for so-called "fairy girls"—forget it.
Aside from draining your gold coins, they offered no value whatsoever.
...
Three days later.
"Heave—!"
In the living room, Yuhran was working out, wearing a gray T-shirt soaked through with sweat.
Because the warrior's training method was all about relentlessly tempering the body.
To that end, the book even had a special annotation circled in red:
[An unyielding mind forges a body of steel.]
Very mystical.
Yuhran treated it as motivational soup for now.
"Huff…"
Sweat dripped from his chin, forming a small dark patch on the floor.
The shorts around his waist were completely soaked, clinging tightly to his skin.
"One hundred thirty-six, one hundred thirty-seven…"
As his body rose and fell, Yuhran felt the muscles around his waist spasm violently.
He lay flat on the floor, only barely recovering from the soreness after a while.
"One hundred fifty…"
That was where he finally ended this set.
"Sigh, I haven't trained in too long. My body can barely take it."
Slowly pushing himself up from the floor, Yuhran walked over to the table and gulped down water.
Just as he was adjusting his breathing, feeling the heat surging within his body, and preparing to start the next set—
Knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
When he opened it, a courier handed him his visa.
After signing for it, a relaxed smile appeared on Yuhran's face.
"It's finally here."
Without this thing, he hadn't dared return to the Frieren world—he didn't want to risk leading monsters straight into his apartment complex.
Even with Miliarde traveling with him, she wasn't invincible.
Tossing the visa onto the sofa, Yuhran turned to take a shower, while pulling out his phone to check flights to Japan.
After looking at the dates, he decided on two days later—a perfect time to move.
"If I remember correctly, I applied for a three-year multiple-entry visa. I couldn't get the five-year one, but three years is more than enough."
"Each stay can last up to a month, with a total of 180 days per year, and unlimited entries during the validity period."
"Who knows what kind of mess I'll end up making of that island nation."
Yuhran shook his head lightly, feeling a mix of emotions.
After showering, he dried his hair, lay back on the sofa, opened a short-video app, and started browsing content related to Japan.
After scrolling for a while and finding it dull, he switched to studying Japanese. Incompetent Husband and Capable President immediately caught his attention.
Before long, night fell, and he resumed training.
And so it went—right up until two days later.
Before setting off, he weighed himself and found that not only had he not lost weight, he'd actually gained some.
It seemed his muscle mass had indeed increased significantly.
In the past, ten minutes of high-intensity training would leave him gasping for breath. Now, even after twenty minutes, he was only lightly sweating.
Was it the book's effect?
Yuhran wasn't sure. But he intended to keep going.
First, stick with it for a thousand days—a full Saitama Challenge.
—Exactly three years.
...
...
Japan.
"You came."
"I came."
"You shouldn't have come."
"?"
"What are you talking about?" Yuhran frowned in confusion at the chubby man in front of him—an old classmate who had emigrated to the island nation earlier.
Since having an alibi was better than being alone, Yuhran had asked him to help introduce a place to live.
Somewhere rural, with low population density.
After all, if monsters appeared, living in the city meant that whether doors or windows were broken, he'd be targeted by the authorities immediately.
The countryside was different—far easier to hide and handle emergencies.
The chubby man laughed. "Haha, nothing. Just haven't seen you in a long time. As for the house, I've already arranged it."
"But seriously, you finally made it over here—why live somewhere so remote?"
"Far from the city center. Even going out to experience local culture will be a hassle."
Yuhran waved his hand.
"That's exactly why I asked you. I want to experience that kind of life you see in anime."
It was just an excuse—but the chubby man's eyes lit up when he heard it, nodding repeatedly while stroking his triple chin.
Anime, huh… no wonder.
Though Yuhran would probably be disappointed soon—because aside from the scenery, everything else was completely different from anime.
With that thought, the chubby man led Yuhran downstairs.
After they got into the car, he turned back and reminded him:
"Since your visa only allows a one-month stay at a time, we'll charge rent by the day. That okay?"
"As for Japanese, there are plenty of students nearby. They'd probably be happy to do part-time work."
"But be careful—don't run into any landmine girls. If they latch onto you, I won't be able to save you."
"Don't worry," Yuhran waved him off, signaling that he was fully prepared. If he were looking for someone, it'd be a normal student girl.
Who the hell would go looking for a yandere?