The sunlight pierced through the thin slats of his bedroom blinds, casting warm golden bars across the floor. The soft hum of the city beyond the window was a low, steady background noise—cars rolling by, birds chirping faintly, someone's dog barking three doors down. Riku Yamadera lay sprawled across his bed, eyes half-lidded, shirtless and wearing only a pair of black athletic shorts. His toned body glistened faintly with sweat from his usual pre-dawn training session. Muscle and definition cut along his torso, tight and lean but powerful—built from months of pushing his limits.
He exhaled slowly and stared at the ceiling, eyes glazed but thoughtful.
It had been nine goddamn months since that night in the clearing—since that cursed spirit nearly caved his chest in and forced him to level up in real time or die trying. Nine months since he started dating Akari. Nine months since the system had gone to sleep.
And now?
"Season One has started," he muttered aloud to himself, voice rough from sleep. "Yuji Itadori's probably already eaten the damn finger by now…"
The thought sent a chill down his spine.
He sat up slowly, flexing each limb. Muscles shifted under his skin with a quiet strength. His movements were fluid now—years of technique and pain compressed into months, all thanks to the absurd advantages he'd stacked. He reached over to his desk, opened the drawer, and grabbed a protein bar. As he bit into it, his eyes wandered toward the corner of his monitor, where the date blinked at him.
Nine months. Just enough time to turn a nobody into someone who could go toe-to-toe with a Special Grade 1 curse and survive.
Barely.
He finished the bar, tossed the wrapper into the trash with practiced aim, and sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His eyes wandered to the floating HUD of his current skill stats—a dim echo of the system that no longer responded.
[Regeneration – Level 25]
Broken bones and deep cuts: healed in seconds.
Organs: minutes.
Severed limbs: a few hours.
Heart or head? Still months. Still fatal.
He could live through almost anything now. Almost.
"Fucking hell," he whispered, running a hand through his messy black hair. "I'm a goddamn monster."
His net worth, according to the last update was sitting comfortably at ¥50 billion yen. He didn't even need to check the numbers anymore. At this point, the only reason he even looked at stock graphs was out of boredom.
And yet…
He felt like he was slowing down.
Training still worked, yeah. But the jump in strength was starting to plateau. The bigger the gains, the harder they came. Riku had felt it especially this last month—no matter how many pushups, jumps, or cursed energy drills he did, his growth was crawling compared to before. A bottleneck.
"Fucking perfect," he muttered bitterly. "Of course this happens when shit's about to hit the fan."
He stood and walked to the center of his room, grabbing the two 10-ton wristbands off their resting rack. He clipped them on, rolling his shoulders as the weight dragged at him like anchors. His breath deepened. His cursed energy lit across his arms. Armament Haki wrapped around his legs like black flames.
He was stronger. Way stronger.
His control over his Cursed Technique had also evolved. Echo Delay was now sharp, near-instant if timed right. Gravity Reflection had improved so much that he could now momentarily defy gravity entirely—his own reverse flight trick. His Mirrorbound Domain was more stable. Distorted Reflection, the high-risk move that turned enemy attacks back on them, was now something he could trigger in mid-fight without completely draining himself.
And Self-Launch? He could cross city blocks in seconds when combining it with flash step.
But there was one thing still eluding him: Observation Haki.
He'd been trying. Blindfold training. Predictive sparring against dummies and auto-turrets. Even meditation. But it was like trying to grab mist with your fingers—there were moments he could feel the edge of it, like a tingle behind the eyes or the sensation of something watching him… but never enough to truly lock it down.
He knew it was close.
He could feel it in his bones.
But it wasn't here yet.
"Alright," he said to himself, clapping his hands once. "Time to stop sulking. Time to get back to work."
And yet—his eyes trailed toward his phone. A message thread sat at the top. Akari. Nine months of texts, calls, late-night conversations, study sessions, movie nights, and walks through the park. What started off as a nervous street-side interaction had grown into something… real.
And god, she was beautiful.
Short pink-dyed hair. Brown skin like velvet. A voice that melted his tension with a single word. She was smart. Funny. Honest. She saw through his nervousness and smiled anyway.
She never made him feel small for not knowing what to say. She listened, asked questions, called him out when he got lost in himself.
He laid back on the bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling again.
"No more training for today," he whispered. "Tomorrow, I'll keep pushing for Observation Haki. But today…"
He smiled.
"…today I might just be happy."
And for the first time in months, the thought didn't scare him.
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Okay yeah its a time skip and a small summary about things that happened. Anyways guys I think its time we start the main story and get even more chaotic and so that he can grow stronger for the future and not survive the other worlds maybe he'll go maybe he won't. And do you think ¥50 billion yen is too much? It's about 300 Million USD so I think its enough.