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

Almost as soon as the explosion sounded from the north, all of Infinite City's residents perked up. Though they had been ready for some time, they didn't act immediately. Instead, they slightly shifted their stances, adjusted their positions, and looked for the right opportunity.


Feng Xue, still wrapped in the blanket, quietly read through a dictionary in his hands. But underneath the blanket, he held a spoon, which he had used to slice open his left side.


Drawing upon his extensive knowledge of dissection from the many corpses he had dealt with, he precisely cut into the necessary spot with the mere spoon, avoiding major blood vessels, and made an incision about sixty millimeters long under his rib.


Blood seeped from the wound, yet he seemed utterly unfazed by the pain. He inserted his fingers into the cut and pulled out several cards.


Chapter 87 Escape in Progress