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

As Feng Xue cooked today's dinner under the fervent gaze of a suspected female fan, the large and small businesses in Bakerland's Jowood District were also nearing closing time.


Victoria, due to certain historical reasons, strictly observed an eight-hour workday. When quitting time arrived, even if finishing the task at hand would take just two more minutes, many would opt to save their work and continue the next day.


Especially after the recent string of murders in the East District and Jowood District, working overtime had become a high-risk affair, deterring even those previously inclined to work late, who now mostly chose to leave for home early.


The employees left in groups of twos and threes. Those who once preferred shortcuts through parks and alongside rivers conscientiously opted for busier pedestrian streets and subway stations instead.


Chapter 142: A Clever Hunter Often...