If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

Sakurai Akira walked out of the sauna room, and the fresh sweat finally came out along with the repaired skin follicles. He walked out of the mist like a bloody man, with brown-red liquid flowing all over his body.

He walked to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. The boiling hot water splashed down to expand the repaired hair follicles as much as possible, allowing all the sweat that could not be discharged due to the burns to flow down with the hot water. The blood scabs and the flaked skin stratum corneum also fell off gradually, revealing the snake-like blood vessels hidden with blue-black blood underneath.

The healing effect of the blood spring is surprisingly good. I heard that it is also the masterpiece of that adult. It is a combination of word spirit science and alchemy. In addition to being used by the cadres of the ghost group to maintain their own bloodline and recuperate their injuries, it is also a treasure pot open to foreign dignitaries. If you are not a member of the ghost group, you may have to pay the price of working for the ghost group for a lifetime to come to this sanatorium for physical treatment. However, as a core member of the ghost group, this is just a lounge that Sakurai Akira can come to every day.

After all the filth was flushed down the drain, the water temperature was adjusted to the lowest level, and the icy-cold water rushed down over his head. Sakurai Akira supported himself on the tiled wall with his hands and lowered his head. The skin and blood vessels all over his body were contracting, and muscles that were harder than steel were twitching and twisting abnormally under the stimulation of the cold water.

Even though the bathroom was very quiet, Sakurai Akira could still hear the blood of the "ghost" howling in his veins. Was this the price of transformation? He would be affected by this for the rest of his life and become irritable and easily out of control - but as a price, he did not feel it was cruel at all, but felt that it was a great fortune.

He didn't need to turn into an irrational evil ghost, but only had his temperament affected to gain maximum freedom. This was something he had never dared to think about before, but that adult did it easily.

During the chaotic and bloody days at Guan Ai School, he led a group of crazy prisoners who broke free from their shackles and broke into the basement of the church. That was the first time he met that adult.

How beautiful that adult was, just like the "sister" that Sakurai Akira had dreamed of countless times, with all the beauty he longed for.

He was nearly out of control when he saw such a beautiful thing. He should have followed his instinct to pounce on it and try to tear it into pieces, hug it, or bite it. But when he saw the other person's eyes, those beautiful eyes that were burning with molten fire, he stopped.

The other party said something to him, and after hearing that, he chose to believe and follow the other party.

The gift from that adult was great, perhaps the greatest invention of this century. It could turn people into ghosts, and it could also turn ghosts into something more terrifying than ghosts. And Sakurai Akira completed this process.

The collapse of Care Academy was caused by someone pouring a large amount of dragon blood-stimulating chemicals into the tap water source, which was the fuse that turned Sakurai Akira from a human into a ghost. In that basement, he got the treasure that turned him from a ghost into his current appearance.

But in the words of that adult, the evolution medicine is just an opportunity. Whether it can truly be upgraded to a greater creature depends on the individual. And she believes that Sakurai Akira may have the best chance of becoming that successful example.

There was no reason. When the adult looked directly at Sakurai Akira and said this, Sakurai Akira injected the drug that had not even been clinically tested into his own carotid artery without hesitation, just because the other party believed that he could succeed. He was also the only person in the world who believed that he could succeed, so he gave him the greatest trust and reward.

Indeed, he has now successfully injected the evolution potion called Ladder into Type V, reaching the level of 'Shuten', but looking at the test subjects among the fierce ghosts, he is not the only one who has reached the level of 'Shuten'.

Every "Shuten" can crush the elite law enforcers of the main family on the front battlefield. Although they cannot resist Amaterasu, they are more than enough to contain her and escape.

But what can this achieve?

In the cold water, Sakurai Akira looked down at the newly grown muscles and skin on his naked upper body, and couldn't help but think of the man who left him with this trauma, Lu Mingfei, who was in the special combat power book that the adult had highlighted.

[Possessing some of the authority of the Bronze and Fire Kings]

When opening the information page about Lu Mingfei, this one piece of information alone was enough to inspire awe. Even though the fighting between mixed-bloods would generally determine the absolute advantages and disadvantages based on information gaps, after reading the information about Lu Mingfei, Sakurai Akira felt that this information would not give readers any confidence, but would only make them feel desperate.

In the VIC box, Sakurai Akira was only hit by Lu Mingfei once. He couldn't recognize what kind of words it was because the opponent didn't chant, but just raised his hand to complete the release. Afterwards, there was only fire and light in front of his eyes. Fortunately, he avoided the deadly situation in the end because of his trump card and was able to completely restrain and retreat.

Looking back now, he was certain that if he had fought Lu Mingfei head-on, he would have died.

[There is nothing to be ashamed of. They are monsters that cannot be tolerated in the world. As a ghost, you still have a long way to go if you want to catch up with them. Find what you really want to pursue. ]

That's what the adult taught him.

He felt so powerless even against Lu Mingfei, let alone against Lin Nian.

Before the Roppongi incident, Sakurai Akira went to Shinjuku without telling anyone. From a distance, he saw several people from the headquarters squatting by a convenience store drinking water and eating. At that time, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he bravely followed Lin Nian into the convenience store. He picked up a can across a shelf and looked at the other person's face through the gap.

At that moment, their eyes met, and in that instant, he realized that this was an enemy he could not defeat no matter what, so he gave up all thoughts and left the convenience store in silence.

There are always heights in this world that you cannot reach.

Sakurai Akira hated the theory of bloodline since he was a child, and believed that the family's law enforcers were just lucky to have received the proper training. But until he saw the man in the convenience store, he took a quick glance at him. The dragon blood in his body instantly turned cold, and the murderous heart that was once strengthened to the limit by the evolutionary medicine instantly became as silent as ice. He probably realized that some high-ranking things are indeed beyond the reach of the despicable insects on the ground.

He did not hate Lin Nian, nor did he hate Amaterasu, the goddess of the same family.

When I pushed open the door, I saw Yuno Mishima, wearing a hood, lying on the sofa in the lounge, with her arms around the back of the sofa and her legs crossed, looking like a bad girl - even though she didn't even have her ears pierced.

Sakurai Akira glanced at the other seats in the lounge. Lian was sitting in the corner. When she saw him come in, she raised her hand in a timid way as a greeting, and then lowered her head. On another chair sat a silver-haired girl who looked like a puppet. If someone saw her for the first time, they would probably think she was a puppet instead of a real living person. Her skin was white, not as white as porcelain like Lian, but a sickly white, like a piece of paper. It was not pretty. Her hair and white pupils made people think she was an albino.

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"Why are you so late!" Mishima Yuno looked at Sakurai Akira walking in and complained unhappily, "Why didn't you just die right there after you lost the fight? Why did you come back?"

Sakurai Akira didn't even want to pay attention to her. Without saying a word, he sat in his seat and picked up the towel in his hand to wipe his wet hair.

The lounge fell into silence, which was normal. The four of them rarely got together. Although they were all from the same "organization" among the ghosts, they seldom gathered together. They basically traveled all over Japan completing their own tasks and rarely met each other.

So today's meeting must be about something very important. He threw away the wet towel in his hand, turned to look at the silver-haired girl who looked like a puppet and said, "Yayoi, are there any special instructions from above?"

Yayoi, whose full name is Asagiri Yayoi, raised her head and looked at Sakurai Akira with her pale eyes. Her sight seemed to be unfocused, but it gave people a cold feeling of being stared at. "It's the order from onee-sama. Let's gather together."

"Is that so?" Sakurai Akira was not surprised that the girl called that adult "sister". When Asagiri Yayoi was rescued from that cruel family, that adult must have become a real family member in her heart that she could not let go of, right? That's why she always called her sister.

"Can you still complete the mission like this? Why don't you just go back and take a few months off, and then come out for a celebratory drink after we've dealt with the headquarters and the Eight Snake Families." Mishima Yuno said lazily while lying on the sofa and looking at the ceiling.

Sakurai Akira still ignored Mishima Yuno. Lian looked left and right and wanted to say something, but she pursed her lips and said nothing. Her gaze remained on Sakurai Akira's profile with a timid look.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the lounge. Sakurai Akira turned his head to look at the direction of the door and said calmly, "The door is not locked."

The door opened, and the person who came in was the waitress who had received Onodera Yasuhiro before. She was now wearing a kimono and kneeling in front of the door. Next to her was a tray with a bottle of sake and a sealed document. "According to the Emperor's instructions, I will give it to you after the four adults in the lounge are all present."

Under the gaze of the four people, the waitress brought in the tray and placed it on the coffee table. She uncorked the bottle of sake, bowed slightly, then left and closed the door.

Mishima Yuno sat up from the sofa at once and reached out to take the sealed document, but she was a step too slow. Sakurai Akira had already taken it and opened it. Amid the other party's rolling eyes, Sakurai Akira glanced at the contents inside, his eyes flashed slightly, and then he looked over the details calmly.

"What does the emperor want us to do? Show me quickly." Mishima Yuno wanted to jump up from the sofa to grab the documents, but Sakurai Akira spread them out on the table. The other three looked at the table and saw several photos of people's faces.

"This is a hit list," Sakurai Akira said calmly, "The Lord wants us to kill these people within the next week, at any cost."

"Huh? Handsome guy, are we going to kill him? What a pity!" Mishima Yuno drew a card, glanced at it and commented.

The photo she was holding was of a blond Italian man with sea-blue eyes and the warmth of March sunshine. The name column read: Cesare Gattuso.

Sakurai Akira took one, and Mishima Yuno craned her neck to take a look, "There's a beauty too. Hey, Candle Tooth, you don't like this type, do you?"

Sakurai Akira looked at the photo in his hand. It was a photo of a sexy blond Spanish woman. The photo was probably taken on a street in Miami. She was wearing a short T-shirt and hot pants under a coconut tree at sunset, bargaining with a black man in a mysterious store. She had an annoying smirk on her face. His eyes moved to the name column and he knew the woman's name: Mandy Gonzalez.