Just as the middle-aged man was about to speak, he saw Satoru Gojo pull out two copper coins and wave them in front of him.
Facing a customer who didn't play by the rules, the man opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself speechless. He had a family to feed, and since the other party paid, he was a customer. It was just that his manner of doing things was incredibly irritating.
Satoru Gojo watched the owner with a grin as the man sourly accepted the money. Taking his apple, Gojo headed toward the plaza.
Munching on the apple, Satoru Gojo quickly reached the crowded square. Time ticked away as the countdown in his vision steadily decreased. It went from "10 minutes" to "1 minute," and finally jumped to "10 seconds."
The moment the countdown hit zero, a youth wearing a black tracksuit and holding a convenience store shopping bag appeared out of thin air in the middle of the plaza without any warning.
He stood there like a wooden stake, his hair messy and his spirit somewhat flagging, looking exhausted from an irregular sleep schedule. His eyes were filled with confusion as he muttered to himself.
"What's going on..."
"No matter how I look at it, this doesn't seem like a man-made fake."
Natsuki Subaru looked at the unfamiliar scene before him, beginning to doubt his very existence. He had clearly just come out of a convenience store, and because his eyes felt a bit dry, he rubbed them—only to suddenly appear in this bizarre place?
Satoru Gojo, who had been waiting nearby, looked at the suddenly appearing Natsuki Subaru, who was standing there like a dazed goose, and let out a soft click of his tongue.
"Tch, this is the protagonist?"
"He looks a bit dim-witted. Moreover, he seems to be just an ordinary person."
Satoru Gojo slightly raised his gaze, observing through the top edge of his sunglasses a Natsuki Subaru who hadn't yet come to his senses. He looked like an ordinary high school student with no special aura whatsoever, completely failing to match the powerful presence a "protagonist" should have in his imagination.
At that moment, the pale blue prompt appeared once more.
[Detected: The protagonist of this world, Natsuki Subaru, has successfully arrived. Supporting character has met the trigger condition for the initial encounter. Granting "Supporting Character Gift Pack"!]
"Ha, even the name makes me not want it," Satoru Gojo joked, though the gift pack didn't seem to care about his personal will.
[Supporting Character Gift Pack opening.]
[Reward: Six Eyes Adaptive Evolution (Able to adapt to different world systems)]
[Reward Choice (Choose One):]
[1. Perfect Mastery of Reverse Cursed Technique]
[2. Random Mangekyo Sharingan Dojutsu Plug-in]
[3. Vector Control LV5]
Looking at the subsequent prompts, Satoru Gojo's eyebrows twitched slightly.
The first reward was excellent; it allowed his Six Eyes to integrate into the local world. If the Six Eyes previously had the effect of perceiving the flow of cursed energy, then now it could do the same for things like magic.
What truly caught Satoru Gojo's attention was the content inside the parentheses.
'Different worlds?'
Satoru Gojo thought silently, shedding his usual lazy and casual demeanor for a moment of seriousness. If all of this was real, then the meaning contained within this prompt was not simple at all. If there only existed the modern world he lived in and this Western medieval-style world, the prompt would certainly not use the phrase "different worlds" to explain its effect.
This meant that besides these two, other worlds likely existed. And he might go to those worlds in the future!
Thinking of this, even with his temperament, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
True, in his own world, becoming the undisputed strongest was only a matter of time—a foregone conclusion. But what about in other worlds? He was confident, arrogant, and proud, but that didn't mean he was blind to everything else.
For instance, the knight named Reinhard he met last night. Even from a simple contact, he could feel that the other person possessed a formidable strength that was not inferior to his own.
So, would there be even more powerful existences in other worlds? Perhaps existences far more powerful than what he currently understood?
At this thought, Satoru Gojo's heart rate quickened.
"It seems I've truly come to an unprecedentedly interesting place," Satoru Gojo muttered to himself while firmly looking at the next reward choice.
"I choose option one," Satoru Gojo stated calmly.
Based on his interactions with the prompts, although he wasn't entirely sure what the latter two rewards were or what effects they had, the fact that they were placed alongside "Perfect Mastery of Reverse Cursed Technique" suggested they were on par with it.
Compared to those unknown abilities, Satoru Gojo decisively chose what he was familiar with. Only by understanding an ability could he master it better and rapidly increase his own strength.
Following Satoru Gojo's words, the prompts before him quickly vanished. Simultaneously, a strange sensation surged through his body.
It was an indescribable, unnameable feeling, as if something deep inside his body had changed. Following that came a refreshing sensation of clarity. The world before him seemed to become even sharper.
At the same time, the images that originally carried a hint of "emptiness" now possessed different colors. Among the few people in the passing crowd, he could faintly see certain colors radiating from their bodies. It was like an energy similar to cursed energy.
Satoru Gojo understood that this was the change produced after the Six Eyes had thoroughly integrated into this world. Those who possessed those colors were likely existences that mastered special abilities—like sorcerers among ordinary people.
As for the Reverse Cursed Technique, although he had not mastered this skill before, the enlightenment rising in his heart allowed him to master it in a single instant.
If Satoru Gojo hadn't been able to completely confirm everything that was happening before now, he was now. Being "taught" the Reverse Cursed Technique by this so-called Supporting Character System in such a special way and experiencing the system's miraculous nature personally had completely dispelled the last trace of doubt in his heart.
Because in the world he came from, there was absolutely no existence capable of "teaching" him in this manner. From ancient times to the present, even the strongest person during the peak of sorcery a thousand years ago—the one known as the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna—could never achieve something of this magnitude.
This was power that transcended human capability!