A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Holy crap, what kind of crappy AI is this?

By marking more than a dozen locations, the system perfectly avoided all the correct answers.

None of them were selected.

I didn't win a single one!

This accuracy rate is absolutely outrageous—it's ridiculously outrageous.

Ji Zuodao felt that even if he closed his eyes and randomly pointed on the map, his accuracy rate would be higher than that of this artificial idiot.

He now completely understood why Xiao Rizi and his group had been so easily manipulated by that group of evil cultivators.

With this AI around, forget about catching evil cultivators; we'd be lucky if it didn't lead its own people astray.

However, he wasn't prepared to remind her about her daily life.

Anyway, he's just an assistant. He gave the information, but people don't believe it. What can he do?

He can't just force people to go and camp out at the place he drew, can he?

Besides, according to the contract, if they don't catch the evil cultivator every day, they have to feed and treat him well every day.

He couldn't be catching anyone here, so he could stay here eating, drinking, and living for free, and also enjoy hot springs and duty-free shops. How comfortable would that be?

And to be honest, he's increasingly enjoying this "expert" treatment.

Imagine, you don't have to do anything, you just eat, drink, play, and have fun every day, occasionally giving your opinions, and people still treat you like royalty, serving you the best food and drink, afraid that you might be even slightly dissatisfied.

This life is even more blissful than that of a god.

Ji Zuodao leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and held a cup of tea, watching Sato direct his men and deploy their forces, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Go ahead, go ahead, get busy.

Once you're all done with your work, you'll realize that you still have to rely on me, Dao Ye.

Over the next few days, the group of people from Xiao Rizi truly experienced what it meant to be "feared by AI".

Yamamoto Ichiro and his men were constantly on the move, strictly following the locations predicted by the AI.

Today I'm running in Saitama, tomorrow in Chiba, the day after tomorrow in Kanagawa, and the day after that I'm running back to Saitama.

A relentless, marathon-like, non-stop work, feet barely touching the ground.

That was dedication, that was hard work, that was truly moving.

and then?

We didn't even get a hair.

Forget about any trace of evil cultivators, we haven't even seen a single piece of their excrement.

Sato is the most pitiful one.

He was the main force of the action team. He had to leave before dawn every day and would not return until the middle of the night. He had lost a lot of weight, his eyes were sunken, and his cheekbones were prominent. He looked like he had just been released from a concentration camp.

The combat suit that used to fit him perfectly now felt loose and baggy. When the wind blew, the fabric rustled loudly, making him look like a sack hanging on a flagpole.

Every day when he returned to the hotel, he was so tired that he didn't even want to take a shower. He would just collapse onto the bed and fall asleep like a dead pig.

The next morning, I didn't even have the energy to brush my teeth. I just rinsed my mouth quickly and set off again.

After working non-stop for five days, Sato lost a full twelve pounds.

What's worse is that Keiko has become increasingly cold towards him these past few days.

She used to text him, asking if he had eaten, if he was tired, and if he wanted her to come over and keep him company.

What now?

He doesn't reply to messages or answer phone calls. If we occasionally bump into each other at a hotel, he just nods and leaves without even bothering to say a word.

Sato was in a terrible state of mind.

Why does his girlfriend keep going to Ji Zuodao's place?

Sato stood at the end of the corridor, watching his girlfriend carry breakfast and walk smilingly into Himezamichi's room, his heart breaking.

He felt as if his heart had been fried in a frying pan over and over again, then taken out, sprinkled with salt and pepper, and put back in to fry again.

But what could he do?

He could only suppress all his grievances and anger like an incompetent husband, turning them into motivation for his work, and working even harder to catch that group of evil cultivators.

He vowed to prove himself to Himezado, to prove that he, Sato, was no less capable than anyone else, and to prove that even a lowly Onmyoji like him had real skill!

Then he ran around for another day, but still didn't catch anything.

And what about Ji Zuodao?

He had a wonderful five days.

Every morning I wake up naturally, and when I open my eyes, there's a loving breakfast delivered by Huizi. After breakfast, I go to the hotel's hot spring for a soak, and when I get tired, I go back to my room for a nap.

I got up at noon and took my family to Ginza for shopping.

Zhao Ya was shopping in front, and he was swiping his card behind her. Qi Qi was riding on his shoulders, holding a string of candied hawthorns in her hand, smiling like a little sun.

Dogman followed at their feet, an LV bag dangling from his mouth, his steps steady and his demeanor composed, looking more professional than those of the professional bodyguards.

Needless to say, it's even worse at night.

Yamamoto Ichiro would arrange for different high-class restaurants to entertain him every day, offering a variety of dishes.

Today it's kaiseki cuisine, tomorrow it's pufferfish feast, the day after tomorrow it's sushi master, and the day after that it's eel rice specialty restaurant.

Ji Zuodao accepted all comers' food and ate with great relish, always eating until he was so full he could barely walk out.

Over the course of five days, Ji Zuodao and Ji Zhengdao gained five pounds.

Zhao Ya gained three pounds.

Qiqi has gained two pounds.

Even Dog has gained weight; his once-smooth muscle lines now look a bit rounded, and his belly jiggles when he runs.

The whole family is together, and they've all gained weight.

That evening, Sato dragged his tired body back to the hotel and happened to run into Himezamichi and his family at the elevator entrance, who had just finished dinner and were returning home.

Ji Zuodao held a toothpick in his hand, picking his teeth while burping, a satisfied smile on his face.

He saw Sato and greeted him warmly: "Yo, Mr. Sato, you're back! How was your day?"

Sato looked at his satisfied expression, then glanced at the plastic bag from the convenience store in his hand, which contained two cold rice balls and a can of cola that was no longer too cold.

The bitterness in my heart was almost overflowing.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words: "...No."

"Hey, don't be discouraged."

Ji Zuodao patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly,

"Catching evil cultivators can't be rushed. You need patience, perseverance, and faith in your AI system. Look, although you didn't catch any evil cultivators today, you've exercised! Look at your figures, much slimmer than five days ago. What does that mean? It means that although your AI system can't catch evil cultivators, it can help you lose weight! That's an unexpected bonus, isn't it?"

Sato's eye started twitching again.

He took a deep breath, then another, and then walked into the elevator without saying a word.

He was afraid that if he stayed even a second longer, he would lose his temper and throw the two rice balls in his hand at Ji Zuodao's irritating face.