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

Hearing the ambulance siren in her ears, Feng Xue stuffed the change into her wallet and disappeared into the crowd.


Feeling the steadfast "Demon" label as usual, Feng Xue muttered discontentedly. In Saint Luotan City, she just needed to wait for the ATM to be dragged away to soon see large amounts of "Identity" credited to her account. But in Bakerland, she had sent more than twenty ATMs in ambulances, yet still there was no gain.


"Is it really because Bakerland's ambulances aren't expensive enough, or because of the national conditions, this kind of behavior isn't seen as 'demonic', and so I won't get any 'Identity' until a new label coalesces?"  


Pondering this in her mind, Feng Xue felt maybe she should change her approach. Even though the "Demon" label can't be dropped, she should also try to create some new urban myths.


Chapter 135 Bakerland's Streets