"Ryoma's body has been recovered and incinerated, but the tricky part is that Osho's body fell into the hands of Gen Shosei," the beautiful man in the crimson kimono said softly in the upper floors of Gokurakukan.
"Why were you so careless? That was my only shadow warrior," the man in front of him, dressed in a black funeral kimono and wearing a red oni mask—identical to the Osho who died at Shin's hands—said with a tone of helpless heartache. It had cost him so many resources and so much effort to cultivate such a powerful shadow warrior capable of fighting an S-rank hybrid, only for him to die mysteriously.
"Only one? Heh, do you believe that yourself?" The beautiful man scoffed dismissively at the 'Osho' in front of him, raising his swan-like white neck slightly, his actions full of disdain. "Since you started collaborating with Ubuyashiki, you have as many of these mass-produced items as you want."
"That may be true, but a rare specimen mixed with dragon blood that is completely fearless of sunlight and possesses the strength of a hybrid is still rare."
"'He' sighed, his voice low. "Since things are as they are, I can't blame you for anything. I'll take care of the shadow warrior's body, but I'll need a few 'Ghosts' from the fierce demon gang to sacrifice themselves. Most importantly, our plan must not be exposed."
"Gokurakukan will be closed tomorrow," the beautiful man said calmly, closing his eyes slightly. "Until the matter temporarily subsides, Gokurakukan will not appear in Japan. However, the 'Ghosts' under my command can't wait for too long; that useless medicine made by Koyama Ryuzo can't control them."
"Speaking of losing control, you're not one to talk about others, are you?" Osho mocked maliciously. The beautiful man slowly opened his eyes, the cold light in them seeming to freeze the entire room.
"Alright, alright, I won't say any more," Osho waved his hand repeatedly and sighed. "But compared to my affairs, what is the situation with that Foreign person? Could he be Angers' secret weapon since he was able to defeat and kill two shadow warriors?"
"He is not from Cassell," the beautiful man said calmly. "I 'saw' him through the eyes of your shadow warrior. He is definitely not a specialist trained by Cassell. Furthermore, if he were from Cassell, Gokurakukan's door would probably already be besieged by you guys."
Osho didn't speak. What he said was correct. Although not knowing the opponent's identity was not a good thing, at least it meant they wouldn't be completely wiped out.
"Mysterious alchemy weapons, undetectable Energy... I'm becoming more and more curious about your identity..." The beautiful man lowered his head, smiling with amusement.
"In short, he is mine. Don't touch him. Just help me stall Gen Shosei. He was the first person to interact with him."
Osho nodded. His folding fan gently lowered, tapping the tatami mat. The moment the fan bone struck, the wind blew open the window, and the next moment, he disappeared from the room.
"How has the situation been these past few days?"
The beautiful man asked the woman behind him, who had been respectfully maintaining a dogeza pose, without turning his head.
"He has been hiding at home and hasn't gone out," the woman replied respectfully.
"All the medicine and daily necessities were purchased by that girl. We tried to approach her closely and found her state very strange, as if—"
"—as if she were a controlled puppet," he finished her sentence, his smile widening.
"Interesting. This is a spirit-type technique I've never seen before. The four elements under the Black King's throne are noble, but only the spiritual element at the apex of the five-pointed star is superior to everything.
Hybrids are mostly descendants of the Four Kings, but we, the descendants of the rebellious White King, are truly noble. A Technique that completely turns a person into a puppet and transfers one's own spirit is like an immortal snake, exactly like the ancient story of Izanami..."
A cold wind poured into the room, taking away the warmth and the words carried away by the wind.
"Ah, it's nothing. I have a small issue at home and might need to take a few more days off. Hmm, don't worry."
Shin closed his phone and moved his still-aching shoulders. In one hour, the twenty-day period would be up. It was time for him to return to the One Piece world.
The time flow here relative to the One Piece world is 5:1, but when he is in these subsidiary test worlds, the main world's time flow slows down by ten times more. This means that if he waits fifty days in the One Piece world, only about seven days will have passed in this Parallel World 0013.
This was quite humane and beneficial, but it also dispelled Shin's plan of slowly plotting his actions in the One Piece world. He expected the plan to be completed within a year, meaning that after he completed the most perfect operation there and returned, at most seven days would have passed here.
He had already sent Saki home, but before leaving, he thoroughly intimidated the girl. In short, she shouldn't dare to speak about Shin's affairs.
"The mission remains unchanged. There is no explicit task; your only goal is to—"
"Turn the world upside down!"
Shin silently put on his clothes, packed all the luggage he needed, checked the large amount of important data stored in his document bag and phone, put on the Lord of Dawn suit, and took a deep breath.
Go! Turn the world upside down!
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