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Chapter 617 - 617 330 Shadow Demon Substitute (4000)_2

Chapter 617: 330 Shadow Demon Substitute (4000)_2 Chapter 617: 330 Shadow Demon Substitute (4000)_2 “Hmm, well done.” Casio nodded in approval.

“From today, set the core transit warehouse of the organization in Baichuan City, find a large warehouse in the suburbs as a key base. All future antiquities transportation and trafficking of the organization must pass through that warehouse, and notify me regularly to carry out inspections.”

“Do you understand?” Casio turned his head and glanced at the professor.

“Understood! I will instruct my subordinates immediately…” The professor’s words were suddenly interrupted as Casio raised a finger towards him.

“No, you will handle this personally. Go straight to Baichuan City and select the best locations, then call me. I will decide. Receive the antiquities converging to Baichuan City carefully, and avoid accidents during transportation.”

“The White Bird from the Assassination Department will assist you throughout the operation…”

Casio crossed his hands over his chest, instructing.

“Yes!” The professor had no intention of dissatisfaction.

“Hmm, you may leave.” Casio waved his hand.

Upon dismissal, the professor leaves lightly opening and closing the door.

In the living room, surrounded by the rich milky aroma in the air, Casio slowly closed his eyes. He contemplated the layout of this period.

First, on the New Human side, the magician Bass has already accompanied the Psychic Ray to Baichuan City. At Casio’s residence, Catwoman and Shock are still guarding the house. These four will serve as the vanguard of Casio’s outreach to the New Human group.

Furthermore, the Black Spade “A” organization has inherited the legacy of the Sand Dust Organization. It has begun full-scale involvement in the underground antiques market.

According to Casio’s intention, valuable antiques are to be selected.

In addition, the intelligence network of Black Spade “A” has been strengthened. It keeps a close watch on the covert traces of the Black Mechanism, Door Organization, and dark creatures.

The middle one might be a little difficult, but for the Black Mechanism and the dark creatures, one could find some clues with prior vigilance. For Black Mechanism, they can monitor government personnel and police stations. For the dark creatures, murder and disappearance cases. The unusual occurrences are mostly their handiwork.

The outlines of Casio’s ambition are beginning to form. He intends to control a small secret martial arts monastery, and once again participate in the secret martial arts world in the east. He also plans to contact treasure hunters and form teams.

To go to the mysterious Eternal Islands in the eastern part of the federation.

All of this is part of Casio’s long-term future plan.

Of course, small steps towards a big goal. His main objective now is collecting antiques such as Legendary Antiques, Obsession Antiques. While expanding his forces, he is also secretly performing Era Retrospection.

At this moment, Casio has refined more than fifty percent of the Shadow Demon – thus essentially eradicating the parasite crisis.

Untethered by time, under no threat of substitution. He could act more freely, utilizing his Retrospective Ability even more arbitrarily.

With enough Legendary and Obsession Antiques, it is likely that he could, on a whim, engage in uninterrupted Retrospection two to three times. Neither the fighters nor the Saint Fist can hinder Casio’s pace.

“Gulu Gulu Gulu…” The tea is ready.

Jil pours a cup and gently pushes it towards Casio.

With a slight sip, Casio contentedly enjoys teatime in the morning. No amount of food is too much for his physique, and excessive eating does not affect his appetite for lunch.

As time flew by, lunchtime came to a close and it was now afternoon.

After taking care of a majority of the Black Spade “A” organization’s tasks, Casio decided to retreat. He instructed Jil not to allow anyone to disturb him.

As for when he would re-emerge, it would probably be the evening of the twenty-eighth.

At one in the afternoon, inside a secluded chamber of the Water Cloud House.

In the open space, only a man sat quietly.

A window on the left wall cast sunlight into the room.

The man’s shadow was distorted, gradually elongating, extending into the darkness in the corner of the wall. If one closely compares, this man’s shadow is much denser than that of an ordinary person.

It was as though it was stained with ink, black and dim, mysteriously creepy. It seemed as if something was hidden within the shadow.

“Don’t struggle anymore… The assimilation rate has exceeded fifty-five percent. From the moment yesterday when it surpassed fifty percent, your body no longer belongs to you, but to me…”

A cold smile surfaced on the man’s face. He suddenly lifts a hand, opens his fingers, and pushes forcefully towards his own shadow.

“Gulu Gulu Gulu…”

Like boiling liquid, the ink-like shadows rolled as thick as rubber, resembling clumps of silt.

It gave a feeling that was both illusory and three-dimensional.

With Casio’s palm as the center, the surrounding black shadows seemed to fearfully retreat, leaving a hollow the size of a fist.

“You’re being naughty,” Casio’s eye color gradually deepened.

“Let me help you to behave better.” He slowly closed his eyes, the frequency of his heartbeat, breathing, and blood circulation all blending into one. A strong illusory force field originating from his body slowly wafted through the air, ripple upon ripple.

In an instant, it enveloped half of the secret room. The shadow was naturally included, with nowhere to hide. Since the life field was released along with the aura, it became visible to the naked eye.

The distorted currents of air whistled and circulated around him, dancing around Casio. Like ghost fire jumping around a demon lord.

The air was filled with a sinister aura and myriad demonic shadows. Casio’s handsome face became inexplicably terrifying, as if something horrifying was hiding beneath that skin. Even the creatures of the dark began to fear him.

His pores opened and closed, strands of black spirit floated like steam. Gradually sliding over the folds of his clothes, the fabric on his shoulders, and the ends of his hair, they gathered behind him.

An illusory colossal figure slowly began to take shape.

With a height of almost four meters, black spirit quickly filled in its skeleton and flesh, drawing the contours of scales and armor. Within seconds, a pure killing machine stood erect.

It stepped towards Casio, gradually passing through him.

The demon idol reached the shadows, its large hand opened. Pressing down like an iron vice, an immediate shrill scream erupted.

The pain was so intense it felt as though it was being sliced by a thousand blades.

But the demon idol showed no mercy, it was ruthless. It gripped as though it had caught something, squeezed its fist tightly, and hoisted a black object out with sheer force.

It was pulled out of Casio’s shadow, much like pulling a carrot out of the ground.

Casio himself slowly opened his eyes and looked up.

He was indeed watching a pitch-black shadow being hoisted into the air, struggling like a hanging man.

It had not completely left Casio’s shadow, its legs were stretched long, still deep in the shadows, barely clinging on.

“Just like a stubborn plaster, let’s finish you off all at once!” As Casio empowered the demon idol with all his might, his body swelled to a terrifying size of two and a half meters. He might have been talking to himself, but his voice resonated throughout the chamber, causing it to rumble.

“Swallow it!!!”

His eyes flared with a demonic light as he issued the command.

The demon idol, filled with spirit aura, immediately received the order. The other hand of the demon idol reached down and firmly grasped the shadow’s shoulders.

Despite the shadow’s frantic struggle, the demon idol gradually opened its mouth to reveal a pitch-black maw. Its cheekbones twisted like a snake, and it shut its mouth, swallowing the shadow in one gulp.

The demon idol stuffed the shadow into its mouth in one go.

Thus, the shadow was firmly enveloped by the demon idol’s highly condensed spirit aura. Immediately, the hybrid force from both aura and life field ignited like a furnace, the flames suddenly surging.

“Aaaaaaaah…”

A cry of pain, piercing to the soul, echoed within the secret room.

The cry lasted for a whole day and night.

On the evening of July 28th, in a secret room.

All was calm again, as if nothing had happened.

On the ground, Casio, standing motionless like a wooden man, got up. He moved his shoulders and slowly walked towards the door.

Three seconds later, a black silhouette slowly emerged from the darkness where he had been. As if delayed, it mimicked Casio’s every move perfectly, following behind him at the same pace.

It was like a mysterious shadow substitute.