A group of Sorcerers had been exchanged from the System.
As for the power ceiling represented by Satoru Gojo, Seiran Mizunotsuki was ready to play that role himself using a new "Persona."
"From today on, you are the Kamo… No."
As if struck by a more interesting idea, Seiran redefined the identity of the sorcerers under his control.
"Hanakaiin. Your identity is the Hanakaiin Clan, an Onmyoji family founded a thousand years ago."
The mystery of the Extraordinary Realm had been imagined by those in the know. But it couldn't just be Grandma Mitsue and Seiran dancing alone on the stage.
With the emergence of the Supernatural, the ancient Aristocratic Families of the magical world also needed to make their debut.
As for last night's plot involving the Suzuki Zaibatsu?
That was just the beginning.
However, with his System Points currently constraining him, Seiran decided to slow down. For now, ordinary people would only see the "thunderstorm" that raged at Sobu High School last night as a freak weather event.
It's the same old saying: You have to eat one bite at a time. If you take too big a step, you can easily pull a muscle.
If he accidentally broke the basic structure of society too quickly, Seiran would effectively be cutting off his own hands and feet.
Although modern people had a good ability to adapt, they still needed time.
Infiltrating the extraordinary into reality using the "boiling frog" method was the best approach. By the time the water was boiling, people would believe the new reality without a doubt. They would pursue it fanatically.
The path of "Sustainable Development" was the route Seiran would take for his behind-the-scenes empire.
At the same time, he unlocked two new "Copies" (Story Modules) in a row:
1. Mieruko-chan (The Visible Girl)
2. In/Spectre (Kyokou Suiri / Imaginary Mystery)
He still had more than 30,000 points left as a backup.
Miko Yotsuya's module was perfect for filling in the horror settings that the Jujutsu Kaisen system couldn't cover.
And In/Spectre provided the blueprint for his next major plot layout.
Mermaid Meat.
Eating it grants immortality and eternal youth. It is similar to the legendary Tai Sui flesh.
How much commotion can such a rare treasure cause in reality?
Seiran was looking forward to finding out.
Suzuki Manor
So that's how it is.
Shiro Suzuki gradually understood everything.
He narrowed his eyes, which were filled with a shock that shattered his worldview.
The Extraordinary is resurrecting.
Gods and Buddhas are awakening.
Once upon a time, the supernatural world was severed from ours due to some unspeakable secret. Now, it was returning.
Moreover, the Supernatural Realm is rarely seen by mortals. Even if they see it, they cannot recognize True Gods.
No wonder.
No wonder the Suzuki family has never found any information related to the supernatural, even though we became a top Zaibatsu.
The idea that had jumped around in his mind last night emerged again: The turbulence of the world order. Changes at the national level.
His vision was not wrong; it was still as sharp as ever.
And what they could understand at present were only two figures: Grandma Mitsue and…
"A special 'Lucky Guy'…"
The concept of a "Lucky Guy" was easy to understand. An Artifact recognizing its master was indeed the ultimate interpretation of luck.
But… what secrets were hidden in the specific words used by the supernatural experts?
If Seiran was just a simple lucky person, a Zaibatsu of this size could still harbor some crooked thoughts about manipulating him.
But the word "Special" made Shiro Suzuki cautious.
He dared not act rashly.
Because the power he observed last night was truly terrifying.
Archmage Doman had appeared. A legendary figure who roamed the world a thousand years ago. The raging flames of the Evil Spirit Left Ministry made Shiro feel sick to his stomach.
Sacrificing the entire city of Tokyo over a disagreement?
Are all big figures in the supernatural field so generous with human lives and so unscrupulous?
No.
It shouldn't be.
Archmage Doman's character destined him to be a master of the Evil Camp. That was real evil.
But Grandma Mitsue was different.
Under the role positioning arranged by Seiran, Grandma Mitsue was the type of "Old Baby" who acted as a guide. She was the tutorial NPC for humanity to understand the new reality.
"Did that woman find out any secrets in Sobu High School?" Jirokichi Suzuki asked tentatively.
But he didn't really think Sae Chabashira could find out anything.
Mortals and Supernatural Beings were not on the same level at all. Moreover, Jirokichi had thrown the secure tablet used to contact her into the trash can.
It was enough to prove his attitude toward his distant relative. He didn't even look at her as a human being.
However, Jirokichi's attitude toward the Supernatural Beings was extremely passionate.
His heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat's claws. He really wanted to prepare generous gifts and rush over to the two supernatural figures to "exchange feelings." Even if he just made a good impression, he would be satisfied.
But Shiro Suzuki didn't allow it.
Because they hadn't figured out the rules of the game yet. If they rushed in rashly, they would only get hurt.
Shiro felt a torrent of heat in his heart too. How could he not know the potential benefits? He just hesitated, wondering what kind of gift he should use to establish a relationship.
Would a Supernatural Person even look at the yellow and white metals (gold/money) of mortals?
Based on this point, Shiro never thought of asking for favors from Grandma Mitsue directly.
But a "Lucky Person"—someone still in the transition from mortal to supernatural—was the perfect target for the Zaibatsu to fawn over.
Yes. Fawn.
Shiro Suzuki could pick things up, and he could put them down. The pride of the Zaibatsu meant nothing in the face of Gods. He was willing to be a beggar in front of the Extraordinary.
As for using violence?
Let's not even talk about whether the Suzuki private army could cope with the bombardment of magical attacks. The sheer indifference of the supernatural beings toward mortal life meant that one wrong move could cost the entire clan their lives.
So, he set his gentle gaze on Seiran Mizunotsuki.
But the word "Special" from Grandma Mitsue made him hesitate.
Special?
How special?
Is he so special that he doesn't know how the world works?
Is he so special that he has lost his humanity and retains only divinity?
These were all factors that needed to be considered. If an important link was missed, being laughed at was the least of their worries. If they annoyed a group of sorcerers, there would be no escape.
No one would underestimate the secretive methods of the supernatural. Silently wiping out the entire Suzuki clan might just be a piece of cake for them.
However, just when the men were racking their brains to plan their approach, a trusted subordinate entered the room.
His face was pale, and cold sweat soaked his forehead.
"Chairman… The Metropolitan Police Department… they… they…"
Jirokichi was annoyed by the stuttering.
"What's going on? Speak clearly!"
The subordinate lowered his head in panic. Then, gritting his teeth, he delivered the news that sounded like a disaster.
"The Metropolitan Police Department says…"
"Sae Chabashira… Miss Chabashira went to the home of Lord Mizunotsuki."
Sae Chabashira?
Who?
Jirokichi didn't react for a moment.
It seemed… that was the name of that distant relative.
What did she do?
Went to Lord Mizunotsuki's home…
His eyes suddenly widened like a cow's.
His mind buzzed like the vibration of a temple bell.
A tingling horror rushed from his tailbone to the top of his head.
She… she...
"Say that again! WHERE did she go!?"
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