Multiverse: Why does the world show a health bar? !

Although he was only in his twenties, possibly even younger than Hiratsuka Shizuka, Li Mo felt like his mental age had increased by several levels. Growth, it seemed, came in stages.

But when he hung out with the Service Club, it was different. The banter made him feel like he was back in high school, reminiscing about the days when he and his deskmate would discuss the web novels they'd read. Those were good times.

Oh, that was all from his past life.

Now, I'm still a fresh-faced high school student.

"Too bad the workload doesn't match that of a high schooler at all…" Li Mo muttered to himself.

After leaving the Service Club activities, Li Mo found himself troubled by another matter—integrating the magical knowledge he had learned from Medea.

If Koyanskaya had pointed out the path forward for Li Mo, then Medea was the one who had made it a reality. After all, Koyanskaya was a Beast of Humanity, a young beast. Unlike Goetia or Tiamat, Koyanskaya's foundation lay in the creatures that perished in the Tunguska event.

You could think of her as the collective consciousness of all non-human life that died in that event.

Therefore, the way she grew tails wasn't applicable to Li Mo, who was still human at the time. Back then, Li Mo didn't even have a spiritual foundation—he was just an ordinary human. It was Medea who perfected the process, turning him into what he was now.

You could say that the knowledge he gained from Medea laid the foundation for everything Li Mo had become. Even the Onmyōjutsu from the Grand Narukami Shrine was just a starting point, not a true foundation. After all, Onmyōjutsu and the practices of the shrine maidens at the Grand Narukami Shrine weren't part of the same system, so Li Mo had to learn it all on his own.

In fact, it was Li Mo who had organized the Onmyōjutsu teachings of the Grand Narukami Shrine.

Although Li Mo didn't end up staying at the shrine as a priest, the priestly robes in his inventory were proof of the contributions he had made to the Grand Narukami Shrine.

Twisting his neck, Li Mo began considering another issue—the use of magic across different worlds. In the Demon Slayer world, every time he used magic, he had to create a temporary magical foundation to connect with the world's human cognition. It was like writing code on a computer in the Type-Moon world, but in the Demon Slayer world, it was like building a computer out of sand before you could even start coding.

This step was troublesome, but fortunately, he hadn't used much magic in the Demon Slayer world. When he mass-produced the marks, maintaining the temporary magical foundation was relatively easy.

Li Mo wanted to create a personal magical foundation. But this was another challenge. The worlds he traveled to wouldn't have the exact same culture, knowledge, or religion. And unfortunately, magical foundations were based on human culture, knowledge, history, and other such factors.

Luckily, if he traveled to a modern Earth—or even a parallel world Earth—Li Mo could use a temporary magical foundation to cast spells.

"I remember the Eastern magecraft from the Type-Moon Earth could be referenced." Li Mo recalled that Medea had once mentioned Eastern magecraft. Its path was vastly different from Western magecraft, and Medea had learned about it from her teacher, Hecate.

But there was a problem.

He had only stayed in Fuyuki City. And after the arrival of the Black Ships, most Japanese families had embraced Western magecraft. The Onmyōjutsu and Shinto practices, which were part of Eastern magecraft, had largely faded away.

Li Mo suspected this might have something to do with the Aozaki family, who controlled the Fifth Magic.

Of course, this was just a guess based on Japanese societal trends.

"I overestimated my own talent. I shouldn't have left Fuyuki City so early."

Li Mo decided to give up. The magical foundation left by Solomon in the Type-Moon world was something he had never seen before. Medea's Age of Gods magecraft relied on deities…

His head hurt.

So he stopped thinking about it. Without tidying up, he left the house. Glancing at his neighbor's door, it was firmly locked. He wondered what the unattainable flower was doing inside.

Taking a look outside was a sign of respect for the club president. Li Mo headed to Tokyo alone.

Chiba was right next to Tokyo. Getting to Tokyo was easy—just take a bus, and in a little over an hour, you'd be near Tokyo Tower. If you took the train, it'd be even faster.

Modern technology was so convenient.

Arriving at Jinbocho, Li Mo didn't plan to show up empty-handed. After all, he was going to bother them a bit, and if he waited for the little evil god to mess up, he could probably get some flesh or blood samples without much trouble.

Actually, he could just "eat" her and strengthen the skill "Pseudo-Immortality" that came with his third tail.

But he'd think about that later. After all, the little evil god's tail could regenerate. It was a renewable resource.

Li Mo ruthlessly concluded, completely ignoring the little evil god's opinion. Given her personality, she'd probably die at least once a day at Hanachirusato's hands anyway. Wouldn't it be better to make use of her blood and other waste materials then?

Who knows? Maybe if he offered enough money, the little evil god would chop off her own tail.

Thinking this, Li Mo suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Medusa…"

Medusa, the monster from Greek mythology. In the Type-Moon world, she was the Rider-class Servant, and Li Mo couldn't resist her long legs and purple hair. But that was in another world. Hearing "Medusa" in Tokyo…

Li Mo expanded his senses, focusing his attention on searching the surroundings. He found the source of the voice near the entrance of a shopping mall—a blonde beautiful girl with the lower body of a snake?

It was definitely the little evil god.

Only the little evil god could walk around half-naked in public without causing a scene. Why didn't this cause a commotion? Everyone just acted like it was normal…

He hadn't noticed before, but now it struck him.

Come on, a snake woman from mythology is standing right there. Couldn't the passersby show a little respect? You're not even glancing at her? Even if you're not interested in snake women, she's not wearing anything!

—Well, actually, Li Mo didn't feel much either.

The little evil god and "sex" were completely disconnected.

Using his superhuman hearing, he eavesdropped a bit. The little evil god seemed to be talking to Medusa on the phone. The keywords were mostly things like "borrow money," "save me," "I'll be killed," "cutting ties," and other pleas and coexistence talk.

She was probably trying to borrow money and threatening to cut ties if Medusa refused.

Li Mo even knew why the little evil god needed money. The shopping mall had a pachinko parlor on the first floor. In other words, a place for legal gambling.

Yes, the little evil god was, without a doubt, a gambler.

Soon, a girl holding a McDonald's paper bag approached the little evil god. The two exchanged words, and the little evil god took some money from her, gleefully heading toward the pachinko parlor, only to be stopped by the girl.

Li Mo didn't bother listening to their conversation anymore.

He took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and composed a message detailing how the little evil god had borrowed money from someone to gamble.

After finishing, Li Mo's thumb hovered over the send button.

There's going to be a good show soon.

Next, he went to buy some fruit and sunflower seeds.

The fruit was for the guests. The sunflower seeds were for watching the show.