Sett Chapter 8: Give you a Gift (Patreon)

On the other side, Higashino Tadashi moved through the crowded streets like a fish in water, effortlessly weaving through the gaps between people. Despite the throng of people, to Tadashi, it felt as spacious as a wide-open road.

He purchased some paper and pens, then found a quiet café, sat in a corner, and began writing and sketching.

Before long, he had written out a manual to break the limits of the human body and cultivate supernatural strength—*Qi and Blood Training*.

Anyone who followed the instructions in this manual could potentially gain extraordinary power.

This wasn’t some rare or precious cultivation technique, but it was safe, stable, and universally applicable.

As long as the world allowed for supernatural forces, this method would work.

"Shizuka should be able to cultivate Qi and Blood," Tadashi murmured to himself. He planned to give this training method to Hiratsuka Shizuka.

The world they were in was too dangerous. There were already visible threats like cursed spirits and ghosts, not to mention who knew how many other hidden dangers lurking in the shadows.

Ordinary people’s lives were constantly at risk!

"In fact, it would be better if there were a local training method native to Japan," Tadashi muttered, "But the existence of cursed spirits reveals a problem."

"The supernatural forces in Japan may be negative in nature."

"For safety, cultivating Qi and Blood is far better."

With that in mind, Tadashi decided to give Shizuka the Qi and Blood training method.

As for himself?

He already possessed the power of Sett. His body and mind were one, and his spirit, energy, and vitality were seamlessly integrated. Every punch and kick contained his mental will, not only capable of shattering stone but also dispelling intangible beings.

This wasn’t just a ‘technique’ anymore—it was the realm of ‘Dao.’

…

In a high-end apartment.

In the living room, Hiratsuka Shizuka held her phone to her ear, listening to the voice on the other end.

"Ms. Hiratsuka, we’ve found some preliminary results based on your investigation request."

"Go ahead," Shizuka said calmly.

"Yes!" the voice on the phone replied respectfully. "The boy named Higashino Tadashi is indeed an undocumented individual. We couldn’t find any trace of him in systems like the residency register, social security, medical insurance, school records, credit cards, or passports."

"It’s as if he appeared out of thin air."

"Before yesterday afternoon, he didn’t exist in any security camera footage, nor did he have any activity traces. It’s rather strange, Ms. Hiratsuka."

Shizuka listened, her expression quiet and contemplative.

After a long pause, she finally said, "That’s enough. I’ll transfer the payment to your office’s account."

"Understood. We won’t disturb you any further. Goodbye." The voice on the other end quickly hung up.

Shizuka put down the phone, frowning deeply.

She walked to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and began to think.

"So he really is undocumented…"

Shizuka could hardly believe it. In this day and age, it was rare to find someone without any form of identification.

Even illegal immigrants needed help from traffickers. And once someone made contact with others, they would leave traces that could be found during an investigation.

But the agency she had hired found nothing—no traces at all. It was as if Higashino Tadashi was a complete blank, unconnected to anyone in this world.

Before yesterday, he didn’t even exist on any surveillance footage!

"Could you really have just appeared out of nowhere?" Shizuka was baffled.

*Click.*

At that moment, she heard the sound of the door unlocking.

Tadashi opened the door, casually took off his shoes, walked into the kitchen, and grabbed some iced tea from the fridge. After taking a big gulp, he let out a satisfied sigh, as if he were at home.

"..." Shizuka’s face darkened.

Did this brat really think he was the owner of the place?

"Ms. Shizuka, what’s for dinner?" Tadashi lazily called out from the sofa, lying there like he owned the place.

"Don’t call me that!"

Shizuka stormed into the living room, shouting, "Didn’t I tell you to get out? Why are you still coming to my house?"

"Don’t be so mad. I brought you a gift," Tadashi said with a grin as he handed her the handwritten training notes from earlier that afternoon.

Shizuka took the papers suspiciously. "What’s this?"

"You’ll see when you read it," Tadashi smiled.

"Such a mystery…" Shizuka muttered, frowning as she glanced at the notes.

After just a few lines, her initial irritation faded.

Her expression quickly turned from surprise to disbelief.

"This is…!?"

She stared at the first page in shock, then quickly flipped to the next one.

*Rustle!*

*Rustle!*

For a moment, the only sound in the air was the rustling of paper as she turned the pages.

"This is impossible!"

"How can something like this exist in our world?"

"But… everything in this method seems logical… It’s consistent from start to finish."

Shizuka quickly finished reading, then looked at Tadashi with astonishment.

Her gaze was like she was looking at an alien.

"Is this real?" she asked, shocked.

"Of course!" Tadashi nodded earnestly. "Remember last night when we lasted for three hours? No normal human male, due to biological reasons, could have such a ridiculous amount of stamina."

You *do* realize how ridiculous that was, huh?

Shizuka’s eye twitched.

'As I thought, this guy isn’t normal.'

She took a deep breath, staring intensely at Tadashi.

'That punch in the alley that shattered the wall… It wasn’t a dream—it really was superhuman strength!’

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This thing evolved to Cultivation real fast Hahaha