Toru temporarily exited the simulation.
"It's a bit tricky."
He looked up at the white ceiling, considering how to solve the problems within the simulation.
His mory is deleted once a week.
This ans Toru will have no mory of his friends.
"The nurous skills I learned in the previous simulations are completely useless here."
This was the point Toru found difficult,
It is impossible for a person not to make friends. In previous simulations, he had t thousands of friends from all walks of life, but as soon as he enters this simulated world, all mories related to them vanish, and so does the associated research and knowledge.
Of course, this won't affect reality.
Certainly.
Toru could continue playing in reality.
But Toru doesn't particularly like playing gas in text mode.
The experience is awful, and the thrill insufficient.
"Now I understand why this MOD gives such a high bonus."
The 150% settlent reward is precisely to restrict Toru's subjective initiative and deny him opportunities to maneuver.
So, there are quite a few problems now.
First.
He has beco a blank slate character, his mory mostly wiped, skills gone, possessing nothing but a physique 64 tis that of an average person.
Second.
He has lost most of the life experience from previous simulations, and his ntal strength has been significantly weakened.
Third.
The most important point...
He no longer possesses the power to turn things around.
"The super-divine-tier computer, the violin, the bass... have all been sealed. Most crucially, my dical expertise is unusable."
The last point is what Toru finds most unacceptable.
Ever since Ijichi Nijika died in front of him, watching her step into death yet being powerless, dicine beca the field Toru valued the most.
Now, it is gone.
This ans.
If the girl he likes suffers from a terminal illness, Toru will be unable to save her; he can only watch her leave.
"What could be the solution?"
Toru pondered.
The first type,
He should ideally not find a girlfriend, or even make any friends.
Maintain minimal social interaction, live a lifeti of solitude, and avoid harming others.
Within the simulation.
Toru can currently rely on his diary to maintain his daily life.
He records all the major and minor events that happen each week.
After his mory is wiped on Monday, he reviews the notebook to replicate the mory.
The flaw is significant.
Toru knows what the previous week's version of himself did, but he lacks the genuine personal experience; it's like observing another self through a third-person perspective.
The second solution,
Use the extre pressure thod to study dical skills, trying to fill the gaps in his mory.
Ultimately.
Strive to achieve the skill of self-healing for the physician.
The success rate of this thod is very low.
After all, the illness is explicitly unique. If he wants to crack it, he will likely have to put himself on the test bench and personally research himself.
The third,
Wait for a miracle.
This is the least likely to happen.
...
"I won't enter the simulated world for now, I have a headache."
Toru genuinely felt a headache, a physical discomfort.
In his previous seven simulations combined, he lived for over four hundred years, and a large portion of that involved mories of 'friends.' This simulation is equivalent to having 70% of his brain instantly emptied.
This isn't playing a ga; it's self-torture.
Toru is not a masochist, so he plans to rest first.
[You have enabled Text Visual Mode.]
The screen inside the simulator slowly shifted.
[Kita Ikuyo has beco your maid.]
Toru arranged the in-ga plan, then activated the automatic operation mode.
The difficulty of the teacher profession is not high.
Moreover, this ti he has a 150% settlent bonus. Even if he does nothing, Toru can still achieve the highest rating.
In short, he's slacking off.
[Now broadcasting event, ]
[You continue with your strategy of not making friends. Because your mory of friends is cleared every week, you, the gentle you, have built a hard shell and locked away your heart to avoid hurting others.]
[Your heart's barrier is thick. The only one who can potentially break through it is probably that lively, red-haired girl in your class, Kita Ikuyo.]
Kita-chan, I beg you.
Please stop clinging to .
Toru still retains the psychological trauma from her yandere phase and is a little afraid of her.
Though, honestly, with a yandere personality.
As long as the man doesn't cheat, marital happiness is certainly guaranteed.
"Kita-san is actually more like a 'Landmine-type'? More inclined toward the 'Yandere' type."
Forget it, obsessing over this is pointless.
Let's continue reading.
[In the new week, Kita Ikuyo arrived at your ho as your maid. Having lost your mory, you quickly learned her identity by reviewing your diary and pretended to have a good relationship.]
[You don't want to hurt a friend, but you don't rember anything about your interactions with her.]
[This causes you great pain.]
[You once went to the hospital for a checkup... but received no results.]
[The doctor asked if you had been in a car accident, causing a blow to the head, but you shook your head, stating you had not.]
[It's as if this illness appeared out of thin air, clinging to you like a terrifying ghost.]
"Appeared out of thin air, literally, yes."
Toru stroked his chin.
Surprisingly, this kind of gaplay, where one self comnts on another self.
Is quite entertaining.
Text mode may not be without its rits.
At least it's top-notch for watching the fun unfold.
[Kita Ikuyo's cooking is awful.]
[Breakfast is manageable, as the dishes are not difficult.]
[But the lunch bento is another story. The seasoning level is terrible. After one bite, you suspect Kita Ikuyo may have had a shaky hand and spilled a whole bag of salt.]
[You regret hiring such a novice chef.]
[However.]
[Your kind heart cannot bear to see others suffer, especially a cute girl your age.]
[Kita Ikuyo is willing to wear a maid outfit to serve you for money. You find it hard not to imagine what this young girl would do for money if you stopped employing her.]
[Enjo kōsai? Compensated dating? Combined with recent rumors you've seen, the number of high school girls engaging in compensated dating is as high as 30%. You are very worried about her.]
"That shouldn't be the case, right?"
Toru recalls that Kita Ikuyo is quite self-respecting and would not sell her body for money.
She probably agreed to be a maid because she had developed feelings for him.
"Ah, I'm just too handso."
Toru looked toward the sky.
He could clearly make a living on his looks, yet he insisted on using his talent to open a window.
Perhaps, this is the path all transmigrators must take.
After all, in the transmigration novels he read in his previous life, the protagonist had to be at least half as handso as the reader to be considered acceptable.
Even so, these protagonists still had to strive hard, which is truly pitiful.
[After eating Kita Ikuyo's cooking for a few days, you feel your life is hanging by a thread.]
[What's more terrifying is.]
[Every Monday, after your mory resets, the fact that Kita Ikuyo's cooking is terrible is completely forgotten by you.]
[Thus, you have eaten her special cuisine for nearly half a month.]
[Until Kita Ikuyo discovered she had mistaken salt for sugar.]
She can mix this up?
Toru is utterly speechless.
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