Sett Chapter 1: Japan! Sett Template (Patreon)

Title: Sett Template: Anime Girls are Moist

Synopsis: Template System! Anime Girls! You can't go wrong with this.

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By the Artificial River.

A sixteen-year-old boy sat by the riverbank, gazing down at his reflection in the water.

A look of astonishment appeared on his face.

"Could I really have traveled through time by sheer luck?"

"My body has reverted to when I was 16…"

"And I have a cheat ability!"

The boy looked up at the empty space in front of him.

A panel, visible only to him, appeared.

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Template: Sett

Level: 1

Skill: Pit Grit (Passive)

Skill Points: 1

[Pit Grit 1 - Heavy Hands]: When alternating punches, your left heavy punch deals regular damage, while your right heavy punch is faster and deals an additional 5-90 (+55% bonus AD) damage!

[Pit Grit 2 - Heart of the Beast]: For every 5% of health lost, you gain extra health regeneration of 0.25/0.5/1/2 (scaling with levels 1/6/11/16).

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This was his "cheat" ability, his character template!

By unlocking progress through different characters, he could gain more of Sett's skills.

For example: Facebreaker, Knuckle Down, Haymaker, Show Stopper.

Additionally, by defeating enemies, he would earn experience points, leveling up and gaining more skill points.

These skill points could be used to upgrade Sett’s active abilities.

However, for now, Higashino Tadashi had only unlocked the passive skill and none of the active ones.

But even so, the template itself brought him great power.

Currently, even though Tadashi was only at level one, his physical abilities were already at the peak of human performance!

Even an elephant would have its brains splattered by a single punch from him.

"A second life, one I’ve always dreamed of!"

Tadashi looked at his reflection in the river, somewhat emotional.

In his mind, he let go of all the events of his previous life.

When a person dies, the past fades like smoke in the wind.

For this new life, he would use the alias he had once adopted online—Higashino Tadashi.

"The first thing to do is solve the money problem."

Tadashi patted his empty pockets and sighed as he stood up.

He had physically traveled to this world, and while it was his own body, there was one big issue: he had no legal identity.

No ID, no records, no money.

But it didn’t matter.

There were plenty of ways to get money…

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Evening.

In the bustling city center, Higashino Tadashi looked around until his eyes brightened as he spotted three punks with bleached yellow hair.

"Found them!"

Tadashi walked straight toward the three.

From a distance of a few dozen meters, the three punks, dressed in loose-fitting school uniforms, leaned against a wall, chatting idly.

"Boss, are we going to the pachinko parlor later?"

"Of course! We just collected some protection money, gotta have some fun!"

"Heh, the boss is a pachinko master! Last time, he even won second place!"

The three chatted happily.

Around them, there was an empty space where no one dared to approach. Bystanders saw the punks and avoided them, not wanting to get involved.

Except for Higashino Tadashi, who walked straight up to them.

As the evening sun cast long shadows, Tadashi’s silhouette fell over the three of them.

"Hm?"

The punks looked up, puzzled.

"Be smart, come with me." Tadashi sneered, gesturing toward a nearby alley, then turned and walked in.

Thanks to watching countless films in his past life, Tadashi had mastered fluent Japanese.

"Huh?"

The three punks were momentarily dumbfounded, watching Tadashi disappear into the alley.

They were confused. Usually, they were the ones dragging people into alleys to rob them. When did the tables turn!?

"Damn it!"

"This guy is looking down on us!"

"He's dead!"

The three punks angrily followed him into the alley.

Onlookers were stunned. Why would anyone willingly provoke these troublemakers?

…

Inside the alley.

Tadashi stood with a smile, watching as the three punks angrily approached.

"Kid, you're dead meat!"

"Let's see if you can still smile after we knock your teeth out!"

"Begging won't save you!"

The three rolled up their sleeves, advancing furiously toward Tadashi.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a blur flashed.

Tadashi threw a punch, so fast it was impossible to see clearly.

Boom!

The leading punk was sent flying several meters, hitting the ground with his eyes rolled back, unconscious.

"…"

The alley fell silent.

The other two punks froze, their expressions stiffening as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on their heads. Their anger evaporated instantly.

In its place, a deep fear settled in.

"Run!"

The two immediately turned and bolted.

As street punks, their most important survival skill was knowing when to back down from a dangerous opponent.

And the guy who could knock out their friend with one punch was definitely someone they should avoid!

"We’re almost out!"

"We'll be safe once we get out of here!"

Just as they reached the mouth of the alley, relief washed over their faces.

Suddenly, two iron-like hands grabbed them by their necks.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Tadashi's low voice echoed behind them, as chilling as the voice of death, draining all color from their faces.