Zhai Nan

Kaidan (Kaidan refers to eerie tales of strange, mysterious, rare, or bewitching ghosts and monsters from Japanese folklore.) feed on cognition, wield information as weapons, and use information as currency, existing between the peculiarities of neither life nor death.
They exist in human rumors and dwell in the shadows of the world.
"Does this mean I will become a Kaidan?"
In ancient times, they were worshipped as deities, empowered by faith.
"Then I am a deity!"
In more recent ancient times, they were regarded as demons and fed on fear.
"I will become the master of Kaidan!"
However, as the tides of time washed over, they gradually vanished, leaving behind only texts considered to be delusions.
"To restore the glory of Kaidan is an undeniable duty of ours."
But you are not yet a Kaidan, hmm, nor a person.
"Well, becoming a Kaidan counts as success."

Master of Kaidan

After leaving the tent of the addict a short while ago, Feng Xue realized that continuing thus was absolutely impossible. The city's sewer system had myriad branches, much like a maze. Of course, Feng Xue was not worried about finding an exit, but he was worried that upon pushing open a manhole cover, he would find himself in the Jeston family's backyard.


Just then, a glimmer of light appeared within his line of sight, and he followed it, soon spotting an old, somewhat tattered tent.


A dirty African American man sat in front of the tent, wearing severely worn but not overly dirty clothing. Seeing Feng Xue approaching, he even waved a greeting.


Having encountered this situation more than once along the way, Feng Xue finally bit the bullet, forcing himself to forget that he was wearing an evening gown at the moment. Approaching, he casually uttered a phrase in fluent Columbia-accented Victorian language:


"Hey, buddy, where is the nearest exit?"


Chapter 90: More People Wanting the Money Printer