In A Anime World With A System That Only Works Once A Month!

A brief light blue flash enveloped Lin Wu's living room, giving light to it temporarily before everything turned dark.

Lin Wu was flummoxed when he got back home; he scratched his head in confusion as he held up his right hand. Soft crackles of electricity could be heard throughout the quiet room as it coursed out of his body.

'Could I… do that?'

The intensity of the electricity amplified, the soft crackle turning into something more wild—like that of a thousand birds before it died down.

There was no way he could've done this yesterday or the day before.

'Ah, whatever.'

The mediocre student quickly changed out of his Kuoh Uniform to something more comfortable, a plain t-shirt, and workout shorts that weren't too tight.

He took off his shoes before he switched clothes, and once Lin Wu was done, he ran downstairs to put them by the entrance.

Lin Wu breathed a sigh of relief when he got back and sat down on the office chair, truth be told, he was always stuffed by the two-layered Kuoh uniform—not to mention the long dress pants too…

There wasn't any homework, at least not that he knows of, and there weren't any projects that he had to attend to.

Left with nothing to do, there is really only one thing to do other than sleeping, the internet.

Much to Lin Wu's surprise, the internet… was relatively normal.

Other than the occasional quirk controversy sprinkled with some monster-related ones, there really wasn't anything different.

Did Lin Wu mention that the anime in this world is pretty good as well?!

He stared at the powered-off PC just sitting there under the desk, it took away some leg space, but there was still enough room to swing about. It was better that the PC sat under the desk, connected through a gap between the desk to the monitor (resting on top) than it is to have a big bulky hunk of metal outside the desk or on the desk directly.

Lin Wu liked the 'clean' and minimalist feel of the room.

The lonesome PC made him feel a bit out of place. He gulped as he took a deep breath, sticking out his index finger…

Lin Wu drew his brows together in suspicion as a 'beam' of electricity coursed out of his index finger and straight into the PC casing. It wasn't enough to cause an electrical overload or anything of the sort, but just enough for him to hear the obnoxious fans turning on.

It was risky of him to try this type of 'powering' up the PC, considering that he had caused a mini blackout/outage a day ago when he came back, but his impulsive made him want to do it.

'This… It's almost done, huh.'

The familiar tune of Bindows 10 echoed shortly in the small room, and the default screensaver loaded itself as he then clicked a random button that logged him in instantly. There was no need for passwords, since he didn't live with anyone, and Tatsumaki knew better… than to intrude on a high schooler's personal computer.

He went on a site that he ever so often goes on, it was a forum-type of site centered in City A. Cl.i.c.k.i.n.g on the homepage button, he went to the page where all 26 Cities were available for him to choose, and under those cities were the 'trending-topics' section.

One such thread under that section reads: "My uncle works in the hero association, apparently we're having an irl tournament arc in City B desu."

The thread had many replies, Lin Wu, who had nothing to do, clicked on the thread and saw that there were at least 200+ replies from 60+ different people.

"If it's a tournament, there's gotta be a prize, right?"

"^--- Balls."

"^--- Kill yourself, I'm not joking."

"^--- He's not lying, the prize is literally balls."

"I work as an officer for City B; if what he said was true, then it explains why I keep on seeing weird people."

"^--- Like?"

"^--- Gothic Lolita with blue hair, and a maid with white hair."

"^--- Were they cute tho? You got pics?"

"^--- he's asking the real questions."

"^---What the heck, why would I take pictures of civilians… Let me upload one, gimme a sec."

"COPS, SOMEONE GET THE COPS."

"^--- is a dumbass, the guy IS a cop."

Some seconds later, a picture was posted. It was in the traditional residential district of City B, depicting two girls. One was a small girl, who had ominous red eyes, short light-blue hair wearing a light-pink cap. The girl wore a pink dress with red ribbons. The other was seen with her eyes closed, standing respectfully behind the light-blue haired little girl. With silver hair done in long braids and a French maid's outfit, Lin Wu had to admit the two were quite 'medieval' with their aesthetics…

He drummed the wooden desk almost rhythmically with his fingers as he hummed a familiar tune. He knew who they were, but he had no plans of interacting with them. The picture alone had at least 30 replies directed at him.

"WOAH, GENUINE LOLI!"

" *mette la testa sotto la tua gonna e lecca ovunque con passione* "

"^---Smettila di giustificare i tuoi fetish, dovresti solo nasconderli. Tu sei un cesso obeso incel peloso che non esce di casa. Fai schifo a tutti ti devi ammazzare."

"^--- non vedo l'ora di ammazzarmi hehe XDDD"

"Is that… Italian? City B is based in Japanese! GET OUT WEEBS!"

"Erstens bin ich den Begriff "Weeb" satt/leid. Ich habe nicht ein halbes Semester japanische Geschichte studiert und einen Rundgang durch Tokyo/Kyoto auf Boogle Maps gemacht, damit mich ein unwissendes Schwein einen Weeb nennt, als wäre der Begriff eine Beleidigung. Japanische Kultur ist mein Leben und nicht nur eine Art Hobby, ihr Idioten. Und ja, ich werde nächstes Jahr Japan (Stadt A & B) erstmals besuchen, wenn die Flugpreise sinken."

"We're being raided!"

"How come we still don't have a unified language despite us having so much time since the Convergence?!"

"Siang enaknya makan apa ya gan?"

""Babi panggang karo"

"Udah, kemaren habis jumatan apa ya yang enak jam segini...."

"Makan WcDonalds"

"SALTED EGGS"

"Makan Konto--"

"pengen ngentot gan..."

"baru ngentot gan..."

"GET OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!"

"To the officer, why are your camera angles so bad? Have you ever studied proper photographic techniques?"

"^--- I'm saving the best for myself, are you dumb?"

"^--- Kill yourself."

"^--- You make it sound like I already don't want to?"

"^--- That's a good one."

"Off-topic, but I'm the conductor for one of the bullet trains connecting City I to City B, I think I saw THE famed mafia boss coming!"

"I handle the entry for the City B Northeast Gate; my boss told me to ignore most of what we would normally confiscate from non-Heroes, such as weapons and the like. I don't think the guy who started the thread is lying…"

"How about you confiscate THIS DIC—"

Lin Wu closed the tab and shifted his eyes to the bottom right corner of the monitor.

2:46 PM

There wasn't anything that he already didn't know, so he got off the chair and jumped onto his bed.

He didn't bother to turn off the computer, it didn't use too much electricity, and he didn't have to pay the bills since a good amount had already been prepaid by his parents.

As he jumped on the bed, he realized something off. He immediately closed his eyes as a visualization of the entirety City A constructed itself.

This was just a visualization, aided by a passive of one of his abilities given to him by the System. It didn't give him a massive-scale echolocation of sorts, but he could briefly construct the outline of the city, including the buildings and such.

However, a few areas were… completely black.

These black spots were everywhere! The only 'black spot' he had was Natsumi's compound, but now at least 50-60% of City A were black spots! The Church, the Hero Association, the Government Building… and so much more!

He turned away, from facing the windows to towards the white cement wall by his bed.

Lin Wu wasn't a control freak or anything of the sort, but losing out on information is still quite a problem. However, he could still 'hear' 40% of City A, including the Occult Research Club's 'abandoned warehouse.'

'I'll just talk to the System, or visit him.' Lin Wu reasoned as he tried to focus on the softness of the bedsheets.

There's still a lot of time before 8:00 PM, the release of the official Kuoh Academy's notification for the upcoming event.

He figured he might as well just take a 'big' nap.

Or he would, had a baritone voice not interrupted him. "Siesta already? To my knowledge, you don't do anything that'll tire you out."

Immediately after his eyelids felt heavy, he sat straight up, facing towards the window where the noise emanated from.

Confusion welled up in his heart; there was no one standing on the balcony before a sudden realization struck, and Lin Wu started to change out of his clothes near instantly.

This time, he switched to khaki pants, but his ugly 'Welcome Hell' t-shirt remained on. It was a weird t-shirt with a grammatical error, but considering that he was in City A where English was not the primary language as well, he didn't really care.

As Lin Wu walked downstairs, he couldn't help but wonder why the person came for him so early.

'It's not Sunday…'

As he twisted his doorknob and took a step out, he came face to face with the bright sunlight. Lin Wu immediately took a step back and took one of the many different colored traditional-style umbrellas that sat together in a bin by the entrance.

A few meters away from the small house, parked a fancy white limousine with a cross on the hood. Next to the limo, stood four bodyguards, each decked out in black, from black suits to domineering sunglasses—all of which, locked onto his direction.

Protected by the bodyguards, was someone he was all too familiar with.

A dark-skinned man of above-average height, and a slim to fit build. Strands of hair joined onto his eyebrows, forming a five-pointed star on his forehead. His white hair was weirdly shaped, with three shaved lines going from his left temple to the base of his skull with dreadlocks, which threaded through the holes of his collar.

The man wore a slim, black gown, in the style of a priest's vestment. A gold cross was printed on top of the vestment, accompanied by a pair of pants and some loafers.

The man waved at Lin Wu, inviting him over as the bodyguards opened a path for him.

As Lin Wu got up to the priest-like man, he handed the umbrella to a bodyguard on his left who held it up for him.

Lin Wu kneeled, and reached for the man's right hand, kissing the papal ring before getting up and continuing. "Father Puc—"

"His Holiness." The bodyguard holding his umbrella interrupted, before being stopped by the very man who's reputation he was trying to protect.

"It's fine; I don't mind." The voice was calm; Lin Wu thought he had heard a light chuckle.

"Father Pucci, what's the matter?"

There had to be a reason why he stopped him from sleeping, right?

It wasn't like the 'hidden' Pope, Enrico Pucci, had nothing to do and came to mess with him… right?

"We have much to talk about, but first," the man called Pucci brought his right hand and gently grabbed Lin Wu by the shoulder, "Did you eat yet?"

"I had a small lunch like two hours ago."

"Let's have lunch then, your current body's still growing after all." Pucci nodded as he crouched into the white limousine, beckoning Lin Wu to join.

A few seconds after they sat down by the end of the limousine, they were immediately sandwiched by two bodyguards, one to their left and another to their right. Another one started driving while the others watched the perimeter from inside.

The Priest-turned-Pope rubbed his well-defined jaw, before turning to Lin Wu. "What about Trattoria Trussardi? Tonio finally decided on City A to open up his restaurant since City I was being too difficult to him.

Not really caring, Lin Wu nodded as he reached for one of the many mini-fridges built into the limousine, taking out two Coca-Cola before offering one towards Pucci.

"Ah, I don't drink that, just give me water." Pucci politely declined as Lin Wu threw him a bottle of purified water.

The drive to Trattoria Trussardi was quite quick, considering that Pucci didn't have to follow traffic laws, but not smart enough as the line queuing for Trattoria Trussardi went from one street to another.

The bodyguard next to Pucci whispered something into the Pope's ear, only to be responded with a weak smile that hinted at something more. "No, it's fate that we weren't able to eat there today."

Pucci turned to Lin Wu, "Any suggestions?"

"How about letting me go home?" Lin Wu laughed.

"Watch your lang—"

"It's fine," caustic remarks notwithstanding, Pucci turned to the guard and gave him a rare smile, "We're practically family."

The man laughed as he gave Lin Wu a good smack on the back, probably revenge for the sarcastic reply.

The teenager grimaced as he got 'pushed' a few inches forward, the 'smack' was everything but a 'smack!' If anything—it contained enough power to smash through a wall!

But he didn't hold any grudges; there was no hostility between the two.

Both were 'Children' of the same God.

One was a 'Messenger' and the other a… Leecher?

'No, that wouldn't be the correct word for it. It'd be more like 'the useless child' or something; wait wouldn't that mean that I'm leeching? Blah, semantics.'

"Let's get down to business then." Pucci motioned to the guards as the limousine windows turned black, covering them from the outside world.