On the other side.
Toya Masashi moved like a fish, skillfully weaving through the gaps in the crowd.
Despite the throng of people.
It was as if he were navigating a wide avenue, unimpeded.
He bought some paper and pencils, found a quiet café, sat in a corner, and began to write and draw.
Not long after.
Toya Masashi had written down a manual for breaking the limits of the human body, cultivating the extraordinary power known as Qi-blood.
Anyone who followed this manual would have a chance to acquire superhuman strength.
This was something Sethi had obtained when he first began fighting in underground boxing matches.
It wasn't a precious cultivation method.
But its advantage was that it was safe, stable, and universal.
It could be practiced in any world where supernatural powers existed.
"Hizaki should be able to cultivate Qi-blood," Toya Masashi muttered.
He planned to give this cultivation method to Hizaki.
This world was too dangerous.
On the surface, there were Curses and Ghosts, and who knows what else lurked in the shadows.
The lives of ordinary people were in jeopardy!
"Actually, if it were a native Eastern cultivation method, that would be the best," Toya Masashi mused to himself. "But the existence of Curses reveals a problem."
"Native Eastern supernatural powers are likely negative."
"In terms of safety, they're far inferior to cultivating Qi-blood yourself."
Therefore.
Toya Masashi finally decided to give Hizaki the Qi-blood cultivation method.
As for himself?
He had already obtained Sethi's power.
Form and spirit were one, his essence, energy, and spirit were intermingled seamlessly.
Every punch and kick contained his own mental will, capable not only of shattering stones and splitting mountains but also of dispersing formless things.
This was no longer a 'technique,' but a realm of 'Dao'.
…
…
High-end apartment.
Living room.
Hizaki held her phone to her ear, listening to the person on the other side.
"Ms. Hizaki, we have preliminary results regarding the person you requested an investigation on."
"Just tell me." Hizaki said calmly.
"Yes!" The person on the other end of the phone said with a respectful tone. "The young man named Toya Masashi is indeed a ghost, his identity, social security, medical insurance, school records, credit card, passport, and other systems, all show no record of his existence."
"Also, it's as if he appeared out of thin air."
"Before yesterday afternoon, he didn't exist in any surveillance cameras, there was no trace of his activity... this is somewhat strange, Ms. Hizaki."
Hizaki listened, her expression silent.
For a long time.
She said, "Stop there, I'll transfer the investigation fee to your agency's account."
"Yes, then I won't bother you anymore, goodbye." The other side hung up the phone crisply.
Hizaki put down the phone, her brow furrowed.
She went to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and began to think.
"He really is a ghost..."
Hizaki couldn't believe it, nowadays, people who can't be found on identity information are rare.
Even illegal immigrants need a human trafficker to connect with.
As long as you have contact with people, you can investigate and find traces.
But the agency she hired couldn't find any trace, Toya Masashi was like a blank slate, unconnected to anyone in this world.
Before yesterday.
Even the surveillance footage didn't have a glimpse of Toya Masashi!
"Did you appear out of thin air?" Hizaki wondered.
Click——
At this moment, the door lock sounded.
Toya Masashi came in, naturally taking off his shoes, walking into the kitchen, grabbing a frozen barley tea and taking a big gulp, comfortably exhaling.
As if he were back home.
"…" Hizaki's face turned black.
This little punk actually thinks of himself as the master?
"Hizaki, what are we having for dinner tonight?" Toya Masashi called out from the sofa, lazily like a boss.
"Don't call me Hizaki!"
Hizaki stormed into the living room, shouting, "Didn't I tell you to get lost, what are you doing at my house?"
"Don't be so angry, I brought you a gift." Toya Masashi chuckled, handing over the cultivation materials he had handwritten in the afternoon.
Hizaki took it suspiciously and asked, "What is this?"
"You'll know when you see it." Toya Masashi said with a smile.
"So mysterious..." Hizaki frowned and looked down.
She glanced a few times.
Her initial impatience disappeared instantly.
Hizaki's eyes were filled with doubt.
"This is!?"
She was stunned after reading the first page, then quickly flipped to the next.
Rustle!
Rustle!
In an instant, all that could be heard was the sound of her flipping through the pages.
"Impossible!"
"How could such things exist in this world?"
"But this method seems so reasonable... it's logically consistent from beginning to end."
Hizaki finished reading quickly and looked at Toya Masashi in utter astonishment.
Her eyes were as if looking at an alien.
"Is this stuff real?" Hizaki asked in horror.
"Of course!"
Toya Masashi nodded, serious, "Remember last night, when we went for three hours? Normal human males, due to their physiology, are impossible to have such an exaggerated amount of ammunition."
You know it's exaggerated, right!?
Hizaki's lips twitched.
‘Sure enough, this guy is no ordinary person.’
She took a deep breath and looked at Toya Masashi deeply.
‘Yesterday in the alleyway, that punch that shattered the wall, wasn't a dream, it was real superhuman strength! ’
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