Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Han Chuan You finally caught the last train.

The distance is far, so time is a bit tight. It depends on when I can obtain the escape technique, otherwise my range of activities will be too limited, and I can only wander around the Nakano area.

As for taking a taxi, he dared not compliment the taxi fares in Tokyo; they would bankrupt him, and they would easily expose his whereabouts.

The tram swayed gently, with only a few passengers in the carriage. No one noticed the boy resting with his eyes closed in the corner.

Once downstairs, Han Chuanyou made sure no one was around, then lightly touched the wall with her toes and used the momentum to climb onto the balcony, her movements as nimble as a cat on the night.

He drew the curtains, finally giving him a chance to clear out his spoils for the night.

Five Spirit Gathering Pills, mid-grade Yellow Rank pills, are an advanced version of Qi Gathering Pills. One pill is equivalent to a week of arduous cultivation.

However, in Tokyo, where spiritual energy is so thin it's almost nonexistent, without the aid of spirit stones, it's equivalent to several months of cultivation.

It's a good item. There's not much to say about low-grade spirit stones; they're just consumables for ordinary cultivation.

The last item is the most important.

[Asura Mask - Mid-grade Profound-level Magic Artifact. After recognizing and wearing it, it can change one's appearance, figure, and voice. Spiritual power flows through the mask, increasing the speed of spiritual power circulation and boosting the power and casting speed of spells by 20%.]

The effect was unexpected.

In the past, he mainly made his moves at night because there were fewer people around and it was easier to act. Although the Fog Concealment Technique is a concealment technique, it would be too conspicuous to use it in broad daylight, making him a sitting duck, practically screaming "I'm going to cause trouble!"

But this magical artifact completely resolved his worries.

It's incredibly convenient to use someone else's face; the police have nowhere to investigate.

What does it have to do with Han Chuanyou if someone else did it?

He ran his fingertips along the edges of the mask, feeling its coolness, but he didn't notice anything special. He tried putting it on his face, and apart from the comfort of it fitting snugly against his skin, he didn't experience any particular reaction.

I almost forgot, you need to acknowledge your Lord first.

According to the usual procedure, it should be a blood oath ceremony.

Han Chuanyou took out Qingling and gently ran her fingertips over it.

Fortunately, the knife was sharp enough that I barely felt any pain.

He touched the center of the mask's forehead with his fingertip, and the blood was absorbed at a visible speed, like a dried sponge meeting water, disappearing instantly.

Immediately, a strange connection arose in his mind, as if the mask had become an extension of his body, connected to his sea of ​​consciousness, and could be controlled at will.

A thought crossed my mind.

The mask floated up out of thin air, hovered in mid-air, and then slowly pressed against his face.

The cool mask fit his skin perfectly, almost weightless, as if it were part of his own skin.

He took his phone out of his storage ring and turned on selfie mode.

The crimson Shura mask was jagged and angular, with wide-open, angry eyes. The pupils in the slits of its eyes were deep and cold, as if it were about to devour someone at any moment.

The protruding fangs had a ferocious outline, with dark gold cloud patterns drawn along the edges.

His dignified and majestic demeanor blended perfectly with his ruthless killing intent, making him appear like a demon descended to earth, wielding the power of killing and dedicated to eradicating evil from the world.

He's really handsome.

He nodded at the screen, quite satisfied.

Next, it's time to try out the transformation function.

He closed his eyes, imagining the character he wanted to transform into, and carefully adjusted the character, like in a character customization game.

Face shape, facial features, weight, height...

Spiritual energy flows within the mask according to one's will, and every subtle adjustment is precisely reflected in reality.

When I opened my eyes again, the person on the screen had become an unfamiliar face, an ordinary middle-aged office worker with a slightly high hairline and fine lines around the eyes, completely unremarkable.

"good."

With another thought, his body changed, his shoulders narrowed, his waist thinned, and he finally transformed into the shape of Mizuki.

Her eyebrows and eyes were charming, her figure was slender, and even the small mole on the corner of her mouth was perfectly replicated.

Han Chuan You blinked at the screen, and Mizuki on the screen blinked back.

Then...

He reached out and pinched his chest; it was soft, but something was still missing.

That's for sure; what could you possibly feel by pinching yourself?

In short, she is not as good as Mizuki.

After all, the mask could only be constructed based on his imagination, and at most it could only be roughly similar. The details could not withstand scrutiny, and if he met someone he knew, he could still see the subtle differences.

Eyes, temperament—these are things ingrained in one's very being, things that can't be changed simply by changing one's face, but they're more than enough to deceive the world.

He removed the transformation, reverted to his original face, put away the mask, and lay down on the bed.

I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight.

……

The following day, a news story set the entire island nation ablaze.

Bunkyo Ward Councilor Hiroki Yamashita has been accused of multiple serious crimes, including human organ trafficking, illegal imprisonment, and rape.

Six victims were rescued from the basement of a residence in Sekiguchi 2-chome, Bunkyo Ward, by "Death" and have submitted testimonies and complaint letters to the police.

According to a police report, police seized surgical instruments, matching documents, and a large number of electronic records related to illegal organ trafficking in the basement.

At a press conference that day, the Chief Cabinet Secretary expressed shock and regret, deeply apologized to the victims, and bowed ninety degrees in apology, stating:

"This is an outrageous crime that severely violates human rights. The government will conduct a thorough investigation and punish the perpetrators severely."

The Governor of Tokyo also issued a statement saying that the system for reviewing the qualifications of members of parliament will be thoroughly reviewed.

Online, public opinion has exploded.

Those right-wing elements claimed that such things could never happen in an island nation, and that it must be foreign forces that were harming their own people and preparing to sell organs abroad, pointing the finger directly at China.

Of course, there are also classic segments that angrily criticize the Metropolitan Police Department, saying that these people are tax thieves who have not done any proper work and are worried about the country's international image.

"Mr. Death, please continue killing."

This phrase has become a slogan for many people.

Some people below also felt that this kind of vigilante justice was unacceptable, and a heated argument ensued.

"It's really saddening to look at this. This country is hopeless." Han Chuan Meiyue turned off her phone and continued eating her breakfast. "After you finish eating, come shopping with me later."

Han Chuan You paused in his bite of bread, his expression puzzled:

"With this case happening, aren't you working overtime today, Mizuki?"

"What overtime? The Metropolitan Police Department hasn't even issued a notice. The public opinion is making it seem so serious, but it's just for show. In a few days, nobody will care about this case anymore."

Han Chuan Mei Yue got up, took out the milk that had been heated in the microwave, and placed it in front of him.

"This case definitely involves big shots. A congressman with a bright future would do something like this. Why do you think he's so brazen?"

"This means that someone tacitly approved of all of this happening."

"clever."

Han Chuan Meiyue took a sip of milk, and the milk stains on the corners of her lips added a unique flavor to her rosy lips.

"Island nation, ah, the smaller the matter, the more seriously it is taken. The lieutenant was suspended just for taking an extra loaf of bread, while those officials who embezzled billions only had to apologize. This matter will definitely be swept under the rug in the end, which is why I say this country is beyond saving."