Starting With The Sefirah Castle In The Anime World-Chapter 110 - : Lair in the Back Mountain (BONUS

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Chapter 110 - 110: Lair in the Back Mountain (BONUS

After leaving the hotel, Ren swiftly made his way toward the back mountain.

Blending into the surrounding environment like a chameleon, his form became indistinct, a technique that only a Sequence 7 Magician could possess.

For now, he was borrowing this power through Sefirah Castle, temporarily granting himself this ability.

Has my control over these abilities improved?

The connection between Sefirah Castle and himself had clearly strengthened.

This growing synchronization directly affected his authority over the Castle's abilities.

If he could raise this adaptability to a higher level, he might even break past the limitations of certain sequences.

But that takes time.

He was already progressing faster than expected. It had been less than two weeks since he obtained Sefirah Castle, and yet his grasp over its powers had grown significantly.

One... two... three...

Ren counted softly to himself, feeling the gradual increase in his resonance with the Castle.

No rush. Time will handle the rest.

Moments later, he arrived at the outskirts of the back mountain.

The sentry post ahead came into view.

The glass window of the sentry box was smeared with dried, crimson blood. The outdoor surveillance camera had a bullet hole clean through it, rendering it useless.

That was fast.

The assault force had moved with surprising efficiency, brutal and decisive in their actions against the drug dealers stationed here.

Ren didn't even need to check the bodies to know that the shots had been precise: clean headshots, one after the other.

What's with this level of aggression?

Was it because of the girls' identities? Did Fujiwara and Saginomiya's presence rattle the higher-ups enough to push the police to act this aggressively?

That seemed like the most logical explanation.

He shook his head, dismissing the thought, and proceeded into the dense, shadowed forest of the back mountain.

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The towering trees blocked most of the moonlight, casting the area in an eerie twilight. The underbrush seemed untouched, yet Ren knew better than to trust appearances.

The drug dealers here were no amateurs.

Ground-level traps.

Ren's gaze shifted upward toward the thick branches overhead.

Much safer.

A burst of crimson fire ignited beneath his feet, propelling him effortlessly into the canopy. From there, he advanced swiftly, leaping from branch to branch like a shadow.

The faint glow of his flames occasionally flickered through the leaves but vanished before any ground-based observer could trace it.

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Sniff.

Perched on a branch, Ren sniffed the air.

Immediately, his face twisted in disgust.

The hell is that?

The stench was overwhelming, like rotting garbage left in the sun for weeks, combined with stagnant sewer water.

He instinctively retrieved a mask from Sefirah Castle and strapped it on.

The improvement was marginal.

From his vantage point, he noticed that the advancing police unit had already donned gas masks.

Mental note: stash more gas masks in the Castle.

A thin mist seeped from his body, forming a protective barrier that filtered the foul air entirely.

Ren settled on the branch, crossed his legs, and conjured a familiar object: his diary.

Balancing it on his lap, he began to write.

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[The Metropolitan Police Department's special forces are moving faster than expected.]

[They didn't hesitate at the sentry post, headshots all around, cameras destroyed in seconds.]

[Could it be that the mention of Fujiwara, Shinomiya, Saginomiya, and Sanzenin pressured them into this? If so, who?]

[Hmm... Fujiwara or Saginomiya seem like the most likely candidates.]

[Fujiwara's family has deep political ties. Her great-grandfather was a former Prime Minister, and her father is a prominent figure in politics. Her mother's a high-ranking diplomat. That level of influence could certainly push the police into overdrive.]

[Saginomiya, though... she's a different kind of asset. The strongest miko of the modern era, apparently. If the higher-ups truly believe she can handle supernatural threats, they might have insisted on extra precautions.]

[Fear does that to people. It forces them to move, even when they'd rather cling to their wealth and power.]

[But ironically, Saginomiya never even sought that power. It came to her naturally.]

[I guess some people really are favored by fate.]

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Piu!

The sharp crack of a suppressed gunshot snapped Ren out of his thoughts.

A drug dealer collapsed with a dull thud, blood pooling beneath him.

His corpse lay sprawled in the dirt like discarded trash, devoid of dignity.

Ren's expression remained impassive.

A misty, gray eye appeared beside him, hovering in midair.

The spectral eye rotated slightly, fixating on the lifeless body below.

Sunken cheeks. Hollow eye sockets. Pale skin.

Classic signs of chronic drug abuse.

No sympathy. He chose that path.

The special forces advanced swiftly, eliminating several more targets with similar efficiency.

Ren tracked them silently from above, shifting branches with each step.

Eventually, the unit reached a cluster of makeshift buildings hidden within the forest.

Ren crouched low and observed the scene.

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The structures were made of temporary materials, corrugated metal sheets, wooden planks, and plastic tarps. Despite their haphazard appearance, the worn state of the materials suggested they'd been here for a long time.

This place isn't new. It's been operating for years.

Roughly twenty or thirty people had likely lived here, if not more.