Tokyo was an interesting place.
Luke found it interesting not because it was prosperous, but because of the number of people.
When there were more people, there were more things to do, and more crimes were committed. Naturally, experience and credit points were everywhere.
Some were indeed outrageous, but some were very strange.
Luke was very familiar with doing good deeds. Hiding in the dark, he tossed out an ice ball from afar.
He had as many of these mass-produced ice balls as he wanted in his inventory.
They would be automatically destroyed whenever he wanted.
He hadn't used them before, mainly because they weren't heavy enough, and they were prone to drift if they were too far away.
But with Bullseye's Elementary Accuracy and his immense strength, he wouldn't be able to blow up a person's head within fifty meters.
It wasn't that he sympathized with the criminals, but if a person's head was blown up for a common crime, it would be like the keyboard judges in his previous life, who could be sentenced to death at any time.
Knocking them out was the most worrisome thing to do.
In Tokyo, it was also common for drunkards to die in the middle of the night.
As for whether or not these "drunkards" would be assaulted by other people, that wasn't Luke's concern.
The good deed had been done too discreetly. Neither the criminals nor the victims saw the ice ball in the dark.
The next day, a lot of ghost stories circulated in Tokyo. Some were told by the criminals, and some by the victims. When they thought about it later, they were both scared out of their wits.
After Los Angeles and New York, Luke continued to add a scary urban legend to Tokyo.
He didn't feel anything at all. He was simply delighted to see that he had gained more than six thousand experience and credit points in one night.
Of course, he wouldn't be able to get so many points by beating up criminals on the street, but he had taken down three drug dens in one night, and his gains had accumulated to this number.
The ancients were not deceiving me. You cannot travel a thousand miles without taking one step at a time. Looking at the scenery outside the window, Luke smiled and took a sip of his coffee.
"Hey, are you an actor?" A girl's voice rang out next to him.
Luke turned his head. "No. Also, I don't take pictures with you or exchange phone numbers. Thank you. "
After that, he turned around again and ignored the twenty-seventh girl who had come to talk to him that morning.
It was interesting to be struck by a female customer in a maid cafe, but that was all.
If he had to pick one, among all the girls he had met yesterday, only the young lady in the white dress was barely acceptable to him.
However, his taste was getting better and better, and he really had no interest in having fun in Neon.
In New York, just Max alone could crush 99.99% of the women in Nihon with his "absolute height".
It was very difficult for a boss who was used to eating two-headed abalone to be interested in ten-headed abalone or twenty-headed abalone.
As for the maid … Luke couldn't help but sigh.
It could only be said that when the second dimension became the third dimension, illusions were always shattered too easily.
Even though he had chosen the most expensive and best maid cafe in Akihabara, the quality of the maids was only so-so.
Most of the other "maids" he saw on his way to Akihabara were not as good as the girls who tried to hit on him by the roadside. It was difficult for the girls who were poor to have the courage to hit on him.
Of course, the overall standard of these "maids" was much higher than that of ordinary Japanese women. They were more than enough to deal with otakus and tourists.
On the other hand, the food and drinks in this maid café were just as mediocre.
The coffee ingredients weren't bad, and Luke wasn't sure how skilled the barista was, but he knew that the bouquet was pretty good. It was just that the taste wasn't right for a customer like Luke, who preferred "American" coffee.
He ordered a Blue Mountain and a cappuccino.
He ordered the Blue Mountain for himself.
It was common knowledge that the Japanese monopolized more than half of the production of real Blue Mountain coffee beans.
Luke thought that maybe they had some unique skills when it came to making Blue Mountain coffee.
In the end … he didn't get anything out of it. It tasted like the coffee machine in the police department.
The cappuccino, on the other hand, was sweet and had a strong milk flavor.
He had tasted it on Selina's behalf. After just one sip, Luke immediately refused to take a second sip for her.
Finally, there was the legendary love omelet rice.
When the cutest maid in the cafe asked him what he wanted to draw for the tomato sauce on the omelet rice with stars in her eyes, Luke hesitated for a moment. "Anything?"
The maid's attention was completely focused on his face. Hearing that, she subconsciously nodded. "Yes, Master. We're very good at it."
Luke nodded and pondered for two seconds. "Then let's draw a Gundam Zero EW."
The maid: (; ′ ́ `)?
Looking at her face, Luke nodded regretfully. "Looks like that won't work. How about a Gundam instead?"
The maid: (﹏?)!
Luke said helplessly, "Then forget it. Just draw anything."
"Okay, Master." The maid left with complicated feelings.
Very soon, she came back with the omelet rice and looked at him eagerly. "Master, are you satisfied with this design?"
Looking at the cute Hello Kitty and heart on the paper, Luke stopped his mischievous "pondering for two seconds" and simply nodded his head in approval.
To say that he was satisfied would be to underestimate Luke, who loved to delve into cooking.
To say that he wasn't satisfied was actually a little unfair.
This was a homebody coffee shop. Strictly speaking, the taste of the drinks and food wasn't its selling point, but that the girls were pretty and knew how to act coquettishly.
Luke also wanted to experience the "resorts" that the otakus from his previous life had bragged about, which was why he hadn't chosen any of the other coffee shops or restaurants that had good food.
That was how traveling was.
If you wanted to taste beautiful scenery and delicious food, you naturally had to bear the consequences of "meeting in person is not as good as the reputation."
When he left the coffee shop, Luke gave the cute maid a Yukichi Fukuzawa as a tip.
He didn't want her to look at the omelet rice with tears in her eyes again.
Also, Luke had refused her offer to take a picture with him at the beginning — with his current face, taking a picture with him would be like giving someone a free ticket!
So, he chose to give her a good tip.
Where did Yukichi Fukuzawa (10,000 yen) come from? Of course, it was sponsored by the enthusiastic clubs in Tokyo.
Compared with the dozen or so Franklins (100 dollars) in his space, the Yukichi Fukuzawa he had harvested last night couldn't even fill a suitcase.
This amount of money was indeed not enough for one night's time.
But if he had nothing to do in the next few days, he could borrow some money from a drug dealer in Tokyo, and it shouldn't be a problem for his travel and food fund in Japan.
After leaving the coffee shop, he didn't have anywhere else to go for the time being.
There were a lot of sights in Tokyo, but the only ones that interested him were the cherry blossoms and the maid coffee shop.
The other shrines and temples weren't attractive at all, and it was the same for modern landmarks like the Tokyo Tower.
Thus, he obediently found a high-end coffee shop at the top of the building and found a seat by the window in the corner.
There weren't many passersby here, and women wouldn't come over every few days to hit on him.
Also, the signal from a drone was better.
Coupled with his high vantage point, it was easy for him to familiarize himself with the terrain of Tokyo.
(Update 3)
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