MC POV
I teleported in front of a seemingly ordinary building in New York. But instead of using my misty image and disguise clothing, I performed a transformation jutsu to conceal my vigilante identity, assuming the form of a random middle-aged blond man.
Looking at the building before me, my divine eyes pierced through the powerful illusion, revealing the structure wrapped in magical energy. I smiled and knocked on the door. There was no answer the first time, but I didn't give up. I kept knocking until a man, dressed like a Tibetan monk, appeared.
"May I help—" he began, but stopped midway, as if sensing something unusual. He scrutinized me carefully."I came to speak with the sorcerers." At the word sorcerer, his expression grew serious and he invited me inside.
