Zongman: Becoming Prime Minister in the Conan Universe

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America, New York City that never sleeps, the Park Hyatt Hotel.
Fujiwara Toru opened his eyes, looking out at the hotel room's floor-to-ceiling windows.

This was the upper level of the Park Hyatt, with the nearest buildings still over a hundred meters away.
The suite, exceeding two hundred square meters, boasted a high-altitude garden landscape. Standing in the garden and looking down, one could see the bustling scene of the metropolis.
As a luxury suite costing upwards of five thousand dollars a night, it was definitely not a place the average person could afford.

The morning sun shone through the glass windows onto the wide bed. Fujiwara Toru squinted, casually glancing at his side.
A woman with light blonde hair was facing away from him. From the gap in the comforter, one could glimpse her graceful, snowy-white back.
Fujiwara Toru carefully lifted the comforter and got out of bed. The luxurious wooden floor was littered with scattered clothing.

A woman's black lingerie, along with a man's boxer briefs, lay strewn across the floor.
Even with the air purifier running, the room still carried the scent of passion between a man and a woman, a clear indication of what had transpired here last night.
"Boy, what are you going to do?"

The woman's lazy, yet alluring and amorous voice came from the bed, causing Fujiwara Toru to pause while getting dressed.
He faced away from the woman on the bed, quickly putting on his close-fitting clothes, and said, "My family sent me a message, asking me to come back."
Snap—

That was the sound of a lighter igniting.
The woman with light blonde hair and a curvaceous figure leaned against the headboard.
Ignoring how the comforter slipped down, revealing her smooth skin, she held a woman's cigarette between her index and middle fingers, lighting it.

Her fingers were long and slender, her nails adorned with a light-colored manicure. She puffed on the cigarette, blowing out smoke.
After gently blowing a puff of smoke ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) in front of her, the woman finally turned to look at the man who was facing away from her, already wearing his pants and shirt, and said with a hint of emptiness and complaint:
"Boy, you wouldn't just want to play around with me, would you? Was yesterday just a one-night stand? But I guess so, I am eight years older than you after all."
As she spoke, a hint of self-deprecation crept into the woman's voice.

Fujiwara Toru buttoned up his shirt and said, "How could that be? Chris, don't overthink it. Something really did come up with my family."
"Aren't you going to an audition this afternoon? How about I find you tonight and we grab a drink at a bar?"
The woman, called Chris, exhaled another puff of smoke. Her voice was much softer: "The audition is just a formality. The lead role has already been decided for me. It doesn't matter if I go or not."

"Boy, it's almost noon. Do you want to go to the hotel restaurant for lunch together?"
By this time, Fujiwara Toru had already entered the washroom, brushing his teeth, washing his face, and tidying his clothes. He casually replied:
"I'm just an unknown nobody, and an Asian at that. Chris, you're a hot Hollywood star right now. It would be troublesome if we were photographed by the paparazzi."

Fujiwara Toru stood in front of the washroom mirror, patting his face and exhaling a breath of stale air.
He had transmigrated to this world almost twenty years ago, but his memories only fully returned a year ago.
He wondered if transmigration also had a "womb mystery" setting. From birth until he was nineteen, Fujiwara Toru knew he was a transmigrator, but his memories from before transmigration remained vague.

It wasn't until a year ago, after experiencing a particular incident, that his memories from before transmigration completely returned, allowing him to discover that this was actually a world from an anime!
Fujiwara Toru's eyes momentarily glazed over. In his eyes appeared content that only he could see.
【Name: Fujiwara Toru (Zhang Che)】

【Physical Attributes: 10 (Muscle Strength, Neural Reflexes, Physical Immunity and Recovery)】
【Skills: Learning, Sports, Mystical】
【You have gained 1 Physical Attribute Point】

【You have gained 1 S-Rank Skill Point】
【You have gained the special ability 'Yin-Yang Eyes'】
【You have received a chance to draw a 'Black Technology' item】

"..."
【Final Mission: Become the Prime Minister of Japan or the President of the United States has been activated】
"So, this is when the cheat is fully activated, huh?"

Fujiwara Toru muttered to himself.
He had been able to see this panel since he was very young, but he never knew how to use the cheat.
But at the age of thirteen, he suddenly gained a physical attribute point and a B-rank skill point. Overjoyed, he began to carefully analyze and study this cheat.

After some experimentation, he finally discovered the principle behind this cheat.
Simply put, this was a 'female affection' reactor. When a woman developed genuine romantic feelings for him, he would receive rewards.
However, before the age of thirteen, Fujiwara Toru was too young. Those little kids he met didn't understand what genuine romantic feelings between a man and a woman were, so the cheat never reacted.

After discovering the secret of the cheat, Fujiwara Toru immediately transformed into a scumbag, deceiving girls' feelings everywhere.
Plus, he had always lived in America, where dating and falling in love early was perfectly normal. Over seven years, he cheated countless girls out of their bodies and minds, then used the skill points he obtained to strengthen himself.
But Fujiwara Toru found that the problem was still not completely solved.

No matter how much those women loved him to death, no matter how high their affection was, he could only get A-rank skill points at most, and his physical attributes stopped increasing after reaching the limit of 10 points for ordinary people.
Until he met this woman, Fujiwara Toru's cheat finally changed.
"Not only did I get an S-rank skill point, but the mystical skills that I couldn't activate have also been activated. There is also a chance to continue to enhance my physical attributes, allowing me to truly break through the limits of ordinary humans."

Fujiwara Toru took a deep breath. All of this was related to the woman he had spent the night with.
And the biggest difference between this woman and the women he had encountered in the past was that she was an 'important female character' from an anime!
"I see, I roughly understand the requirements of the cheat."

Fujiwara Toru wiped his hands clean with a towel and walked out of the washroom.
Chris had already gotten out of bed, her slender jade feet touching the floor.
She looked at Fujiwara Toru, revealing a cold and alluring smile: "Boy, this is free America. I'm an actress, not a Japanese idol."

"Even if the paparazzi photograph us dating, people won't say anything. You lived in Japan for the past year, but don't bring Japanese thinking to America."
As she spoke, Chris gracefully turned around, picking up the black lace women's lingerie from the floor, extending the straps behind her snowy white back, and hooking her fingers at Fujiwara Toru.
The meaning was obvious – she wanted Fujiwara Toru to come over and fasten her bra.

Fujiwara Toru did not go over. His hand gently reached into the collar of the suit jacket he had put on.
Seeing that Fujiwara Toru didn't come over to help her fasten her bra, Chris raised her slender eyebrows, seemingly a little dissatisfied with his lack of romantic understanding. She had to fumble to fasten it herself, and continued:
"Boy, we haven't gone to a bar together for a drink since we met. I should get to know you better. What kind of drinks do you like?"

Fujiwara Toru pulled out a Beretta M9-A3 tactical pistol with a silencer from his suit.
He bent his elbow, aiming at the woman in front of him with a standard CAR stance, and chuckled:
"I like Sherry cocktails, three-quarters Sherry wine with one-quarter French vermouth preferably with a drop of orange bitters."

"Such a drink is light, sweet, rich, and has a hint of bitterness, leaving an endless aftertaste."
Vermouth didn't seem to realize she was being held at gunpoint. She slowly turned around.
And in Vermouth's hand, a delicate, woman's palm-sized special pistol had appeared at some point, also aimed at Fujiwara Toru!

 
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