Invisibility?
Ryoma-kun is truly unfathomable.
If other Parasitic Organisms also have this potential, then on the surface, Hirokawa is an anti-humanist, helping the Parasitic Organisms hide and hunt humans. But this is a path Hirokawa chose for the future of humanity. In the final analysis, he still belongs to humanity and wants humanity to maintain its position as Earth's overlord for a longer, more stable time.
In Hirokawa's view, if Parasitic Organisms like Kurozawa become more and more numerous, and he continues to help the Parasitic Organisms, human hegemony might truly be overthrown. This is not what Hirokawa wants to see.
By then, he would truly become a sinner of humanity.
His emotions were somewhat turbulent, but Hirokawa remained outwardly calm, examining the documents his assistant had handed him while asking the assistant to leave the office and wait outside.
After the assistant walked out of the office and closed the door behind him.
Hirokawa wanted to chat with Kurozawa, but when he turned to look at the sofa where Kurozawa's figure had just been sitting, he found it was now empty.
Without him knowing when, Kurozawa had already left, and the entire process was incredibly natural, not even attracting Hirokawa's attention, despite him having been watching Kurozawa the whole time.
Hirokawa was stunned.
In the office, where he was the only one, he recalled everything that had just happened.
He felt as if his mind was somewhat chaotic, unable to sort through his thoughts.
Moreover, waves of fatigue kept surging, making Hirokawa's eyelids increasingly heavy. He gulped down several large sips of coffee to refresh himself, but it was no use.
Finally, Hirokawa stopped resisting the sleepiness and fatigue, and just collapsed onto the desk, falling into a deep sleep.
On the top floor, Kurozawa simultaneously opened his bright, refreshed eyes.
"Able to directly generate illusions in a person's mind, and even give suggestions, subtly influencing the other party's thoughts."
"Mental power cannot play an effective role on the front lines, but using it to scheme against people seems quite good."
The pity was that Kurozawa always preferred face-to-face, intense combat.
Only then did he feel his blood was hot and his heart was pounding vigorously.
Ever since he obtained the Immortal Body, when his skin was torn, his flesh was distorted, and his bones were broken, Kurozawa would always feel more excited.
This derivative ability, which is somewhat like bewitchment or temptation, is more suitable for schemers who are good at hiding and acting in the dark, and not suitable for Kurozawa. But this doesn't prevent Kurozawa from being happy about gaining a new ability.
Additionally, he always felt that he hadn't fully developed the various derivative abilities brought by high Intelligence.
"If Intelligence is raised further, reaching another level, would it be possible to directly achieve the point where the spirit can leave the body and take shape?" An idea appeared in Kurozawa's mind.
However, he didn't dwell on this idea for too long.
Because all attributes become harder to improve the further one goes, and reaching that level of an indestructible spirit, he didn't know how much foundation or accumulation would be needed. It was a bit too far away for him.
By this time, the dim morning light had changed. The sun was high in the sky, and the bright light illuminated the entire world.
Kurozawa squinted at the scorching sun in the sky, then comfortably basked in the sunlight, feeling the warm rays on his body, and pondering the derivative abilities brought by high Intelligence.
Time slowly passed like this.
When one is focused on doing something, time seems to pass very quickly.
It seemed like only a moment, and morning turned into afternoon. The angle of the sun also tilted slightly towards the west, and the sunlight could only reach Kurozawa's toes, no longer covering his entire body.
Ring, ring, ring. The phone rang, interrupting Kurozawa from his focused state of studying his abilities.
This phone was given by Hirokawa. His original phone and communication number were being tracked, so they had been destroyed by Kurozawa long ago. On the phone he was currently using, there were only a handful of three contacts.
Hirokawa, Goto, and Ryoko Tamiya.
He took out his phone and saw that the caller ID showed Ryoko Tamiya.
He answered the call, and immediately Ryoko Tamiya's unique cold voice came through: "I'm already below the City Hall Building. Come down."
Kurozawa thought for a moment, then said concisely, "Okay."
He had almost forgotten that he had said he would go to the university with Ryoko Tamiya to let her listen to the last class she was interested in.
Afterward, Kurozawa dialed Goto's number: "Goto, come back to the City Hall Building as soon as possible in the next few days. When you're coming, let me know in advance."
On the other end of the phone, there were faint sounds of people wailing in pain and the bang, bang, bang of gunfire.
This five-in-one Parasitic Organism's most frequent activity before was to find some gangs, then single-handedly infiltrate their lairs, using his physical body to dodge bullets, slowly honing his coordination.
By now, Goto's control over his body had reached its peak, but this habit of his had been retained.
On the other side, Goto asked for the reason. Kurozawa just casually made up a story about something important needing a face-to-face discussion and told him to just come over.
Goto agreed, quickly hung up the phone, and continued his slaughter.
Actually, Kurozawa wasn't just making things up; it was indeed something important.
His Intelligence was already sufficient to suppress dozens or even hundreds of Parasitic Organisms, so now it was time to start containing the Parasitic Organisms.
This was also Kurozawa's own goal: to see what level the Parasyte Body's Strength could reach, and to start a war through the fully developed Parasyte Body, gaining Potential Points for the fusion of the Parasyte Body and the Immortal Body in the midst of the war and smoke.
His gaze passed through the large, transparent floor-to-ceiling window. Kurozawa took another look at the thriving human society, his expression calm, showing no inner emotions.
However, after looking for a few seconds, Kurozawa retracted his gaze and turned to leave.
When he reached the ground floor, on a street beside the City Hall Building, Ryoko Tamiya's figure came into view, leaning against the street railing, waiting.
She was currently lowering her head, her gaze fixed on her toes, with a slender women's cigarette burning at her lips, and wisps of white smoke rising by her cheeks.
"Learned to smoke? You really want to try everything, but that's not a good habit." Kurozawa stepped forward, reached out, and took the cigarette from Ryoko Tamiya's mouth. He took a light puff himself, then frowned, pressed it out with his fingers, and threw it into a trash can over ten meters away.
He had always disliked the taste of this stuff.
The extinguished cigarette arced through the crowd and landed precisely in the trash can, drawing a few surprised glances.
What a waste of that accuracy if he doesn't play basketball, someone thought.
"It's clearly harmful to the body, even the packaging says it's bad for your health, but people still flock to it." Her voice paused, and Ryoko Tamiya looked at Kurozawa, continuing, "So I wanted to try it too."
"But I feel very disappointed, because I don't find this thing appealing at all."
"So why does it exist?"
Kurozawa thought for a moment and said, "The country needs tax revenue, and people need things that can numb themselves, so it has always existed."
Ryoko Tamiya nodded, then turned and walked towards a nearby bus stop, beckoning to Kurozawa.
"Come on, the university is very close to here. Let's take the bus."
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