Chapter 10: Heaven and the Tyrant, Zen'in Maki!

"This profile is far too ordinary—it can't explain why he possesses that kind of strength!" Yaga Masamichi flatly rejected the file.

"His parents died in a cursed spirit incident. Could it be that he had already awakened his 'life technique' back then?" Ieiri Shoko guessed.

"That's possible, but awakening a 'life technique' doesn't mean he can use it. We've never seen that kind of cursed technique—devouring cursed spirits—before." Nanami Kento raised his objection.

"Are you suggesting there's a curse user or sorcerer behind Li An, teaching him?" Meimei spoke up at this point as well.

"Very likely!" Nanami Kento nodded.

"How about this—Gojo, you go make contact with him and see what his attitude is." Yaga Masamichi said to Gojo Satoru.

"No way, I don't want to get near that kind of monster." Gojo Satoru refused outright.

He might have styled himself the strongest sorcerer, but that was before he'd seen Li An's power.

Having witnessed that terrifying scene last night, he no longer felt he was the greatest under heaven.

He couldn't even withstand Li An's pressure—how could he possibly fight him?

Even against the thousand-year-old King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru wouldn't have been afraid, confident he could take him.

But facing Li An, they truly weren't on the same plane of existence.

At that moment, Zen'in Maki suddenly spoke up: "Since Gojo-sensei doesn't want to go, then let me go instead."

"No, it's too dangerous!" Yaga Masamichi vetoed it on the spot.

Zen'in Maki, however, said: "The opponent is far too strong. Honestly, whether Gojo-sensei goes or I go, it's all the same in his eyes, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Yaga Masamichi fell silent, unable to refute it.

"Let Maki go. The guy is a teenager after all—if a pretty girl goes, she might be more effective than me." Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, was quite in favor of letting Zen'in Maki make contact with Li An.

Yaga Masamichi took a deep breath, and finally agreed: "Fine, but you must be careful about safety. Don't provoke him."

"Mm, got it!" A smile tugged at the corner of Zen'in Maki's mouth.

Last night she had been beaten badly by Xia Youjie and was on the brink of death. If Li An hadn't saved her, she very likely would have been done for.

On top of that, under Li An's magic healing, the chronic hidden injuries she'd accumulated from years of martial arts training had also been cured.

So she was deeply grateful to Li An and wanted to thank him in person.

This mission was the perfect chance!

A night passed, then the next day.

Li An woke up, went to the bathroom to wash up.

But when he caught sight of himself in the mirror, he almost didn't recognize himself.

Reborn into this world, he'd inherited the best of his parents—not only was his height outstanding among his peers, his looks were extremely handsome as well.

But after becoming a god, his height and build had improved even further, and his looks had risen another level.

At sixteen, he was already six feet tall, and his once thin, frail frame had filled out with evenly proportioned, good-looking muscles.

His skin was fine and fair, the lines between his muscles smooth and clear, sketching out a masterpiece.

And those art-piece eight-pack abs and Adonis belt—simply like the legendary war-god's body!

His facial features had been subtly refined, appearing exquisite and three-dimensional, with sharply defined contours, as if master craftsmen had carved him out with painstaking care.

Under his tousled black hair were a pair of dashing brows and starry eyes.

That deep gaze—anyone who looked into it would be drawn in.

Bright but not piercing, handsome without being bewitching.

Absolutely flawless!

This was exactly the kind of perfect male-god image you'd only find in female-oriented novels!

"This isn't bad—fits the perfect setting of a deity." After his initial surprise, Li An stopped caring about it.

Though he was overjoyed inside, his face showed no great change in expression.

He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and threw together a quick bite to fill his stomach.

Then he changed clothes and prepared to head out.

Luckily, when he'd bought clothes before, he'd considered that he was still growing, so he'd deliberately bought some a size larger—they fit just right now.

However, just as Li An opened the door, he saw a girl standing outside.

A head of dark-green long hair tied in a ponytail, a delicate pretty face framed by a pair of glasses.

Her gaze was sharp, and her aura crisp and dashing.

But those glasses added a touch of quiet, scholarly air to her, making her seem even more charming.

"It's you—Zen'in Maki!" Li An recognized her at a glance; after all, he'd saved her life just last night.