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Chapter 619 - 619 331 Treasures those who are destined will get it

Chapter 619: 331 Treasures, those who are destined will get it (4000)_2 Chapter 619: 331 Treasures, those who are destined will get it (4000)_2 He had transformed from a frail, skinny dog into a robust, muscular man in an instant.

A faint, horizontal crimson slit appeared on his forehead, as if an additional eye that was about to open had grown out.

Yet, he ultimately fell short due to insufficient strength.

The eye closed, still maintaining a blood-coloured, slit-like shape.

Casio closely studied it and roughly understood. If the Shadow Demon’s substitute manifested a third eye, it would reach a level comparable to a human fighter. This was a characteristic marker.

He took a small step back, observing the drastically morphed Shadow Demon substitute before him. Its aura remained wicked, even at least twice as dense and profound as before, with its power skyrocketing.

“Strike me with all your might!” Casio commanded.

Whoosh!

The Shadow Demon acted immediately. Its tree stump-like thick black arm stirred a gale, causing a howling noise in the room.

Thud!

The fist as large as a human head stationary mid-air. Intercepted by a slender arm with distinct joints, it could advance not an inch.

The fist slightly trembled showing signs of an arm-wrestling match. The surrounding air rippled like water waves, almost like a white tide.

Bang!

A slender palm lightly trembled, and the two-meter-tall Shadow Demon was sent flying backward. It clumsily landed on the ground after a mid-air spin.

Casio slowly retracted his arm and placed it at his side. After pondering for a moment, he commented, “At the level of a Grandmaster of Fist Arts, you surpass in strength, have an instinctive rapid striking speed, and have a reaction time far greater than a wild beast. Unfortunately, you cannot utilize secret martial arts, and can only manage to use some burst art, assassination art, combat art…”

“So generally speaking, you are still on par with a Grandmaster of Fist Arts. Such a pity… if you could utilise secret martial arts, I might have an extra helper who can barely compete with a fighter. I will pay attention to this going forward, looking for any special secret martial arts not requiring the constitution of a human, ones that creatures of darkness could also use…”

“If all else fails, I may have to customise a more powerful and ultimate killing technique for the Shadow Demon to use… what a hassle…”

Casio snapped his fingers, and the Shadow Demon instantly reacted.

Like diving, it leapt and rushed into the shadow with a swoosh. Like diving underwater, it disappeared without a trace. However, Casio’s shadow looked significantly bulkier, as if two people overlapped, appearing both dark and obese.

“Uh…” Casio touched his chin, took one look at his shadow, and murmured, “Hopefully nobody will notice anything strange…”

“If they inadvertently did, then…”

Time sped by, and it was the twenty-ninth of July, seven o’clock in the evening.

A train whistled past the track and stopped at the platform.

A man in a trench coat casually disembarked, not carrying any luggage and appearing much more relaxed compared to other passengers.

The man donned a black hat, half obscuring his face. He glanced around before striding away from the platform and out of the train station.

On the street, some taxis were parked, waiting for passengers.

The man leisurely approached and randomly chose a car. Nearby, a mother was loading luggage into a car, accompanied by her daughter who, sucking on a lollipop, curiously looked around.

She looked left and right, finally fixing her gaze on the man.

The traffic lights at the intersection slanted the light, casting the shadows of a car and a person. The elongated shadow stretched out to the girl’s shoe.

She licked her lollipop and gave a mischievous smile.

She stepped forward, intending to step on the man’s shadow.

But to her surprise, as soon as she moved, the shadow suddenly shrunk and formed a hollow. Her foot stepped into emptiness, with an edge a centimeter or two away from the sunken shadow.

A five or six-year-old child wouldn’t understand what’s abnormal.

Her mischief got the better of her.

She abruptly took two or three steps forward, forcing the shadow to continually retreat. Like a tall figure apologetically crouching down.

The girl held the candy in her mouth, leaped forward with a giggle.

Just as the shoe was five centimeters above the ground, a hand grabbed the girl’s leg. With a gentle tug, she found herself on the ground. Another large, black hand moved swiftly, sweeping past the girl’s face and snatching away her lollipop.

The next second, the little girl sat on the ground, dazed.

She clutched her sore behind and began to sob.

“Annie? Why are you suddenly crying? Did you fall?” Her mother immediately turned her head, reaching out to support and comfort the girl.

With a hum, a taxi nearby picked up speed and drove away.

In the hind seat of the car, with the window half-open, Casio sat, with his arms crossed on his chest and leaning against the recliner. Dressed in black, the shadow of his hat concealed half of his face. His countenance was cold, expressionless.

The streetlight to his right shone on his face, constantly flickering across it. The shadow from the recliner on his left was also faint and elusive, veiling and revealing. Occasionally, one could catch sight of a strange black shadow affixed to the seat, a hand holding a lollipop, crunching candy pieces with a “crack-crank” sound.

Even the plastic stick was not spared, which seemed quite enjoyable for him.

“Sir, are you eating something? I hear a crackling sound, is it possible that something is wrong with my car…”

The driver in front asked, looking in the rear-view mirror.

Casio raised an eyebrow: “Just some small snack I bought at the station.”

“Oh, that’s a relief then.” The driver did not speak further.

In the back seat, Casio cast a scornful glance at the left side. The Shadow Demon seemed like a fool, happily crunching on the lollipop stick. He could feel its joyfulness through the aura. For a moment, Casio felt as if the car were filled with an air of low intelligence, so he moved a little closer to the window.

He was wondering, did he turn the Shadow Demon into a mindless thing?

After all the assimilation, it became a blank state.

Which other normal fearsome dark creature would tease a five or six-year-old child and even steal someone’s lollipop? Either it has the mind of a playful child, or it has developed a profoundly sinister sense of humor.

Casio instantly regretted transforming the Shadow Demon into his substitute.

But on second thought, he remembered that when the Shadow Demon had parasitized and assimilated him in the past, his own personality would gradually become vicious, brutal, and cold. Now, in turn, with his assimilation of the Shadow Demon, could it be that he had influenced its nature and behavior, transforming a once vicious creature into a playful, sinister joker? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Casio promptly stopped such absurd, illogical speculation.

Without giving the Shadow Demon another look, he turned his head to gaze out of the window.

It was July 30th, six in the afternoon, at dusk.

Casio had arrived at Camphor Street the night before and met Jilan at the Red Leaf Inn. They did some preparatory work together.

They planned to perform the ceremony to open the Gate of Physique at seven in the evening.

Underneath a high wall of a residential house, where the moonlight was dim, two black figures stood still, as motionless as tree roots.

“Peacock, there’s a certain chance of failure in the opening ceremony. Many factors play a role, but the main one is whether your strength is sufficient or not.”

“To open the Gate of Physique, you need to have a certain level of physical strength to push the door open. More than once, core members of the Organization have failed to open the door, resulting in a missed opportunity.” Jilan looked somewhat worried: “Although I’m not weak, I still don’t have a hundred percent confidence in successfully pushing the door open. If I fail this time, I’m afraid…”

“No! There will be no failure.” Casio said, cutting off her words.

“Trust me, the Gate of Physique will definitely be opened…”

He looked at Jilan sincerely, exuding confidence.

Jilan met Casio’s gaze, somewhat moved. She laughed a little, seemingly relieved, as if a burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

“You’re somehow confident in me, even more than I am in myself… Regardless, thank you, Peacock. I’m feeling a lot better, this time, the opening can only be successful, it cannot fail!”

Looking at Jilan, who was inspired, Casio gave a shy smile.

It wasn’t that he had confidence in Jilan, but he was confident in himself. With Casio’s robust physique, the ceremony to open the Gate of Physique would undoubtedly not fail, it could only lead to success!

The treasure would belong to those predestined to have it.

Casio firmly believed that he was the only predestined one!