Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

After school, Han Chuan You habitually went to the bookstore for a stroll.

Not finding anything particularly special, he casually bought this week's Weekly Shonen Jump.

On his way home, as he turned a corner, he discovered a newly opened bookstore.

He originally intended to go straight home, but after casually glancing at the store's layout through the glass door, he seemed to see a flash of white light on a certain bookshelf.

Another good find?

Without further hesitation, he immediately pushed open the shop door and went inside.

When he arrived at this row of bookshelves, he found the book he had almost missed.

"The Story of Patterns" is a book about the traditional culture of classic patterns from island nations.

[You have discovered a surviving ancient spellbook in the secret realm—True Explanation of Formations, Volume 1, Yellow Rank, High Grade]

Formation-type formations?

Han Chuanyou was in an exceptionally pleasant mood.

There's so much to study about formations; whether used for support or offense, they can be used in countless creative ways.

Although it's only a high-grade Yellow Rank item, it should be enough for him.

I just don't know what kind of formation it contains.

Regardless, let's take it first.

That evening, at Han Chuan's house.

Han Chuan You lay on the sofa, leisurely reading the book "The Story of Patterns".

This book is mostly pictures, which is more troublesome to write down than words, but it went relatively smoothly, just a bit slowly.

Ultimately, the magic jade slip is still the most convenient.

"Why have you been reading these strange and unusual books lately?"

Han Chuan Meiyue asked casually, her face covered with a white mask, only her eyes and mouth were visible.

"I'm also a bright young person who loves traditional culture. Is there anything wrong with me looking at these things?"

"You're lying, more like a lecherous young man." Meiyue snorted softly, "At this time of day, you're usually scrolling through videos of beautiful women."

"Those online beauties are so boring, none of them are as pretty as you, Meiyue."

Han Chuan You looked up from the book and said with a smile:

"Speaking of which, you've been really into taking care of your figure lately, Mizuki. How about I give you a pampering massage?"

Thinking of that intoxicating feeling from last time, Han Chuan Mei Yue's cheeks flushed, and she raised her beautiful leg to kick him in the chest:

"Get lost, I'll never let you take advantage of me again."

Han Chuanyou grabbed her leg and pinched her delicate, pink toes, which were clearly defined: "You said you wouldn't let me take advantage of you, Meiyue, is this a reward for me?"

As he spoke, he activated the Sweet Dew Technique and transferred a wisp of spiritual energy to the recipient.

Han Chuan Mei Yue suddenly shuddered, and the familiar feeling of heat rose up in her heart again.

She glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed: "Let go of me!"

"Okay, okay."

Han Chuan You released her foot, but then received another stomp attack on her chest.

"One more time."

He asked for more comments, still wanting more.

"abnormal!"

That evening, after Mizuki fell asleep, Han Chuanyou got up, changed into some inconspicuous casual clothes, and prepared to leave.

Mizuki has a very regular sleep schedule, and she usually falls asleep before 10 p.m.

Of course, this is assuming that physical problems are not addressed secretly.

With a thought, the Asura Mask took effect, and his figure began to change, becoming a few centimeters shorter. His face also changed to that of a slightly more mature ordinary person, making him inconspicuous in a crowd.

This time there's no need to hide from surveillance cameras anymore, which is much more convenient.

He gently pulled open the sliding door. The lights in Ms. Yukinoshita's house across the street were still on, their light filtering through the curtains and casting jagged shadows on the balcony railing.

He flipped off and rushed towards Shinjuku.

……

In front of the pachinko parlor, two burly men carried a dejected-looking man and threw him out like trash.

The man staggered and fell to the ground.

Several passersby glanced at it curiously, but upon seeing the two burly men with unfriendly expressions, they quickly hurried away.

"Get out of here!" A burly man spat on the ground. "If you dare to cause trouble here again, it won't be as simple as just throwing you out."

"Give me back my Yumi!" Eguchi Kenjiro shouted in grief and indignation, but only received a disdainful snort from the burly man.

The two returned to the store, and the glass door closed again.

Watching the burly man leave, Eguchi Kenjiro slammed his hand down on the ground, feeling both angry and powerless.

Thinking about the torment he suffered last week, he felt extremely regretful for indulging in the dream of getting rich through pachinko, and even getting involved with Yumi because of it.

He clearly said back then that it would be the last time, and that he would then focus on finding a job and working hard for their future life together.

As a result, he lost his mind after losing that day. Because of the accumulated debts, he was locked in a dark room to collect the debts, and Ishida's men used violence to collect the debts from him.

They hit his fingers with rubber mallets, burned him with cigarette butts, and forced him to drink toilet water... In the end, with no other choice, he wrote an IOU for double the amount.

His girlfriend, worried because he hadn't returned home, came here to inquire about his whereabouts. However, she was tricked into Ishida's office and detained as well. Ishida sexually assaulted Yumi in front of her and recorded the incident, threatening them to repay the debt quickly.

After Ishida let them leave.

Unable to bear the humiliation, Yumi jumped from the rooftop, ending her life.

Eguchi Kenjiro could never forget the humiliation Yumi suffered when she was pinned down by those men; the way Yumi looked at him at that moment felt like a thorn had been pierced into his heart.

In his eyes, besides deep despair, there was also disappointment in himself.

He numbly got up from the ground and silently walked towards the street corner.

The dazzling neon lights of Shinjuku fell on him, weaving a mottled, colorful tapestry of light and shadow, but this vibrant warmth only made him feel a bone-chilling cold.

Lord Death, where are you? Please help me...

Just then, he felt his body slip out of his control and end up in a nearby alley.

A figure shrouded in mist appeared before him, wearing a ferocious and sharp Asura mask, mysterious and eerie in the shadows.

This was the result of Han Chuan You deliberately not concealing his facial features; he felt that it was much more handsome this way than having his facial features covered by mist.

Being handsome is a lifelong thing.

The man's body trembled, and he asked, shaking:

"Death...Lord Death!?"

A cold voice rang out: "Want revenge?"

"Death...Can Lord Death help me?"

A pill appeared in Han Chuanyou's hand:

"Eating this will grant you immense power. Whether you seek revenge yourself or let me do it is the choice."

The man swallowed hard, his tone firm: "I'll do it myself."

The various rumors he had heard in the past made him believe in the Grim Reaper before him, and he wanted to make Ishida and the others pay with their lives for Yumi!

He picked up the Qi Gathering Pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

……

Feeling the surging power within him, Kenjiro Eguchi's hands trembled.

He stepped into the pachinko parlor again.

The sound effects of the arcade machines and the clinking of chips were extremely jarring.

The burly man standing in the corner noticed him and immediately became angry: "You dare to come over here? Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson."

Seeing that Eguchi Kenjiro had no reaction at all, and even moved closer to him, the burly man became even angrier and reached for his neck, trying to restrain him.

This time, however, Takeo Eguchi did not shy away at all and took the initiative to meet him.

Just as the burly man was about to touch his skin, he clenched his fist tightly and, with all his might, slammed it into the burly man's temple.

"Bang!"

A dull, heavy thud rang out. Before the burly man could even scream, he felt a booming sound in his head and a flash of white light before his eyes.

His body stiffened, like a puppet with its strings cut, and he fell sideways onto the floor, his head hitting the floor tiles with a dull thud.

The pent-up anger, despair, and helplessness finally erupted at this moment.

With bloodshot eyes and a crazed look, Eguchi Kenjiro bent over and pounded his clenched fists on the burly man's head like raindrops!

One punch after another!

Blood splattered on his face and clothes, and the warm, sticky sensation did not deter him; instead, it drove him even more insane.

He seemed to have lost his mind, only knowing to keep punching, venting all his pain and hatred, until the burly man beneath him stopped moving, his head a bloody mess.

Bright red blood spread across the floor, creating a large, glaring crimson patch. The air was instantly filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood, overpowering the other odors in the store.

This horrifying scene turned another burly man nearby pale with fright, and the hair on his body stood on end.

He instinctively took a step back, hurriedly pulled out the metal baton from his waist, and said sternly:

"Stop it! You're insane!"

The commotion attracted the attention of the surrounding customers, who, seeing the change, got up and scattered, turning the pachinko parlor into chaos.