This information could be useful or it might be irrelevant.
It was Satoru's ability.
It wasn't as strong as the [digital origin] that Mary has now, but in this information age, it was still a very handy skill.
It was thanks to this ability that she could strike callers asking for help with critical hits, spewing real damage directly at them.
"Huff huff."
Satoru's gaze returned to the study at home, and the corners of his mouth lifted in a scornful and sly smile.
[Living just for Sakurajima Mai] Actually, there isn't much to say, just a very ordinary Japanese otaku, the harmless kind.
The name was Teppei Takayama, 24 years old, who liked to watch anime and play games in his spare time.
He had never had a girlfriend to date.
This was all the information Satoru had managed to see using his ability just now.
In fact, seeing this was enough.
