Tokyo is a very interesting place.
What Luke found interesting was not its prosperity but the large number of people.
When there are more people, there will be more things happening and more crimes, so experience points will naturally be everywhere.
Some are really outrageous, and some are just plain weird.
Luke was very familiar with doing good deeds. He hid in the darkness and threw a small ice bead from a distance.
There are as many mass-produced ice beads as needed in the storage space.
Take and throw away, automatically destroyed.
I didn't use this before, mainly because it wasn't heavy enough and would float easily at a long range.
But with the basic accuracy of the bull's eye and the powerful strength, you can definitely knock someone out within fifty meters instead of shooting him in the head.
It’s not that he sympathizes with criminals, but if a person shoots someone in the head for an ordinary crime, then he would be just like the keyboard judge in the previous life, with a minimum sentence of life imprisonment and a maximum sentence of death penalty.
Knock the person out and the problem is solved with minimum fuss.
In Tokyo, it is also common to see drunkards falling down on the streets in the middle of the night.
As for whether these "drunk" criminals would be violated by other people, that was not Luke's concern.
This method of doing good was so covert that neither the criminal nor the victim saw the small ice bead in the darkness.
The next day, many ghost stories circulated in Tokyo. Some were told by the criminals, and some were told by the victims. Both parties were frightened when they thought about it carefully afterwards.
After Los Angeles and New York, Luke went on to add a horror urban legend to Tokyo.
He himself didn't feel anything at all, he was just happy to see that his experience points in the system had increased by more than 6,000 in just one night.
Of course, you can't get such a high score by knocking over street criminals, but if you take out three small drug dens in one night, the gains will accumulate to this number.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. The ancients were right. Luke looked at the scenery outside the window, raised the corner of his mouth, and took a sip of his coffee.
"Oh, are you an actor?" a girl's voice came from beside him.
Luke tilted his head: "No. Also, I don't take pictures or exchange phone numbers, thank you."
After saying that, he turned back again and ignored the twenty-seventh girl who came up to talk to him this morning.
Although it is somewhat interesting to be approached by female customers in a maid cafe, it is just interesting.
If he had to say, among all the girls he met from yesterday to today, only the lady in the white dress was barely within his acceptable range.
But as his tastes became more and more sophisticated, he had no interest in having fun in Neon.
In New York, Max alone can turn 99.99% of the women in New York into ashes in seconds just by his "absolutely high" mind.
It is difficult for those who are used to eating two-head abalone to be interested in ten-head abalone or twenty-head abalone.
As for the maid... Luke couldn't help but sigh.
All I can say is that when the two-dimensional world becomes the three-dimensional world, fantasies are always too easily shattered.
Even though the one he chose was the most expensive and best maid cafe in Akihabara, the quality of the maids was only okay.
Most of the other "maids" he saw along the way in Akihabara were not as good as the girls who approached him on the street - girls with poor conditions themselves would hardly have the courage to approach him.
Of course, the overall level of these "maids" is much higher than that of ordinary Japanese women, and they are sufficient to deal with otakus and tourists.
On the other hand, the drinks and food in this maid cafe are equally so-so.
The coffee ingredients are not bad, and the barista’s skills are unclear, but his latte art is pretty good. It’s just that the taste is not suitable for customers like Luke who prefer "American style".
He ordered a Blue Mountain and a cappuccino.
The Blue Mountain was ordered for himself.
As we all know, the Japanese monopolize more than half of the production of genuine Blue Mountain coffee beans.
Luke thought maybe they had some unique techniques for brewing Blue Mountain coffee
The result... He didn't get anything special out of the coffee he drank. It felt like the coffee made by the coffee machine in the police station's rest room.
Cappuccino is very sweet and has a strong milky taste.
This was tasted on behalf of Selina. After just one sip, someone immediately helped her refuse to take a second sip in her heart.
Finally, there is the legendary heart-shaped omelette rice.
When the cutest maid in the store asked him with twinkling eyes what pattern he wanted to draw on the ketchup on his omelet rice, he hesitated and said, "Anything is fine."
The little maid was looking at his face, and nodded subconsciously: "Yes, Master, our cooking skills are very good."
Luke nodded and pondered for two seconds: "Then let's draw a Wing Gundam Zero EW."
Little maid: (；′⌒`)
Luke looked at her expression and nodded regretfully: "It seems that it won't work. How about changing to the Strike Freedom Gundam?"
Little maid: (つ﹏?)!
Luke was helpless: "Forget it, just draw one at random."
"Okay, master." The little maid left with mixed feelings.
Not long after, she came to serve him the omelette rice again, looking at him eagerly: "Master, this pattern...are you satisfied?"
Luke looked at the cute simple Hello Kitty + heart shape on it, and no longer played the naughty "ponder for two seconds", but just nodded slightly to show his approval.
To say that he is satisfied would be underestimating Mr. Lu who likes to delve into cooking.
To say that I'm dissatisfied is actually a bit unfair.
The coffee shop he entered was a homey style one. Strictly speaking, the taste of the drinks and food was not its selling point, but the girls were pretty and knew how to act coquettishly.
Luke also wanted to experience the "paradise" that those otakus boasted about in his previous life, so he didn't choose other shops with good coffee or food.
That’s what traveling is all about.
If you want to enjoy beautiful scenery and delicious food, you will naturally have to endure the result that "seeing is not as good as hearing about it", and this is the result most of the time.
When walking out of the coffee shop, Luke gave the cute little maid a Fukuzawa Yukichi as a tip.
So that she wouldn't have to look at the omelette rice with tears in her eyes after taking only one bite.
Moreover, Luke had rejected her suggestion of taking a photo at first - with his current expression, taking a photo would be like giving away money!
So he chose to tip enough.
Where did Fukuzawa Yukichi (10,000 yen) come from? Of course, it was sponsored by these enthusiastic clubs in Tokyo.
Compared to the more than ten cubic Franklins (one hundred US dollars) piled up in the space, the Fukuzawa Yukichi that I harvested last night couldn’t even fill up a suitcase.
This amount of money is definitely not enough for just one night.
However, he can go to a drug dealer in Tokyo to raise some money these days if he has nothing to do, so the travel and food fund in Japan should be no problem.
After coming out of the coffee shop, he had nowhere to go for the time being.
There are many sights in Tokyo, but the only ones he is interested in are cherry blossoms and maid cafes.
The rest of the shrines and temples are completely unattractive, and the same goes for modern landmarks like the Tokyo Tower.
So he obediently found a high-end coffee shop on the top of the building and sat down alone in a corner by the window.
There aren't many passers-by here, and women won't come up to chat with you every now and then.
Also, drones have better signals.
With the commanding position, comparing the two would help him become familiar with the terrain of Tokyo.
(3rd correction in code)