Curtis nodded solemnly. "I lived like a monk for a whole month. Ate nothing but instant noodles. No takeout, no snacks, just cup ramen every single day. I memorized all the flavors. Shrimp, spicy beef, miso, tonkotsu—you name it, I suffered through it."
Karl just stared.
Curtis wasn't done.
"And transport? Jogging. Rain or shine, I ran to work. People thought I was some kind of fitness freak, but nah—I was just too broke for the subway."
Karl's blank expression slowly shifted into something resembling mild concern.
Curtis sighed dramatically. "Man, I even stopped gaming. No new games, no microtransactions, nothing. Just pure, unfiltered grindset."
Karl rubbed his temple. "So let me get this straight… You turned your life into an endurance challenge, ate nothing but cheap noodles, ran to work like some anime protagonist, all so you could afford… a sex doll."
Curtis beamed. "Exactly!"
Karl stared at him for a long moment.